Post by Billie. on Aug 12, 2016 19:37:54 GMT
reprise.
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The backway to Blackwater was long and winding, and while Billie usually had the company of her daughter squabbling and singling along, she found herself almost nodding off at the wheel when Rosie wasn't around. The tired werewolf just as worn out by the days events as any human might have been. She'd spent a majority of the time filling out paperwork in the cities and dealing with booming bunches of people and narrow cross-paths that were not ideal for a one red light town woman. Though she'd been in a rush all day, she takes her time ambling the deserted road. Staring off at nothing but miles and miles of heated terrain as dusk slips over easy like rain; Appreciating the familiarity of the scenery. Which actually there wasnt much of.
With eyes slipping low she tries to turn up the volume to give back some sense of consciousness, but Billie has reached the stretch that is virtually a dead zone for anything but garbage and static. She cant get a cell signal, and she certainly didn't get a decent radio feed. Not in her old crappy car she'd gotten off of craigslist for a thousand bucks. Disappointing.
But eh, better to check and see what time it was. Vianne was expecting her in a little bit, and likely was also worn out by the pup's wild antics. Billie laughs to herself and strays sage eyes from the road. And it's in that split second that when she glances back up again there's a body slumped over the side.. only a good ten miles out of her territory's innards...
of course.
Any other woman might have done the sensible thing and sped by, but Lupa merely slows down her rumbling hot engine and creeps, checking her rear view mirrors and around before pulling to a stop a good few hundred feet away. Was it a body? Or could she just be sleep high and hallucinating some sort of truckers tire. Route 66 was around here and often people got lost on there way. But as she throws her car in park Billie isnt totally sold it's a tire - and still reaches smartly for her knife in the glove compartment. Rarely did werewolves believe in guns (especially the really proud ones like her.) Then with the door squeaking open slowly she makes her way, all 5'5 of her in boots, towards the mass at the side. Headlights shining bright to illuminate as the sun disappeared over the jaded horizon.
At first she's a little curious, but as her mind wakes up and starts to operate, the Alpha slackens the hold on her weapon and looks mildly irritated while thinking, this better not be one of my fucking wolves.
And it's not.
"Definitely a body Billie." She says to herself when close enough. A toe reaching out to nudge bravely. She almost cant help but wish Nate was here. If not at-least to scream at if this all went sour... "Ey' you good man?" She ask for lack of better terms. Waiting for a reaction from the hardened blonde man washed away in the Arizona dirt. "What the fuck."
Not anybody she knew, and he smelled drunk as a skunk.
With eyes slipping low she tries to turn up the volume to give back some sense of consciousness, but Billie has reached the stretch that is virtually a dead zone for anything but garbage and static. She cant get a cell signal, and she certainly didn't get a decent radio feed. Not in her old crappy car she'd gotten off of craigslist for a thousand bucks. Disappointing.
But eh, better to check and see what time it was. Vianne was expecting her in a little bit, and likely was also worn out by the pup's wild antics. Billie laughs to herself and strays sage eyes from the road. And it's in that split second that when she glances back up again there's a body slumped over the side.. only a good ten miles out of her territory's innards...
of course.
Any other woman might have done the sensible thing and sped by, but Lupa merely slows down her rumbling hot engine and creeps, checking her rear view mirrors and around before pulling to a stop a good few hundred feet away. Was it a body? Or could she just be sleep high and hallucinating some sort of truckers tire. Route 66 was around here and often people got lost on there way. But as she throws her car in park Billie isnt totally sold it's a tire - and still reaches smartly for her knife in the glove compartment. Rarely did werewolves believe in guns (especially the really proud ones like her.) Then with the door squeaking open slowly she makes her way, all 5'5 of her in boots, towards the mass at the side. Headlights shining bright to illuminate as the sun disappeared over the jaded horizon.
At first she's a little curious, but as her mind wakes up and starts to operate, the Alpha slackens the hold on her weapon and looks mildly irritated while thinking, this better not be one of my fucking wolves.
And it's not.
"Definitely a body Billie." She says to herself when close enough. A toe reaching out to nudge bravely. She almost cant help but wish Nate was here. If not at-least to scream at if this all went sour... "Ey' you good man?" She ask for lack of better terms. Waiting for a reaction from the hardened blonde man washed away in the Arizona dirt. "What the fuck."
Not anybody she knew, and he smelled drunk as a skunk.