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“Your father sounds like a pretty smart guy.” Leo could definitely agree with that sentiment. Weird had become a part of his life now, and he still wasn’t wholly used to it. He definitely couldn’t ignore it though, on either sides of his life. 

“We’ll soon see. I’m keeping my hopes up that it’ll pass in a couple of hours.” He gave a quick nod, confident that his assumptions about this being a not-so-natural storm were right. “Ha, knowing the general population they’ll be ransacking the grocery store as we speak. Toilet paper is always the first thing to go.” He laughed. “Never medical supplies or tinned food or anything that’s actually useful.”

“He certainly thinks he is.” She smiles softly before looking down with a slight shrug. “He’s one of the few everyone goes to in the family when there’s a problem. He just always seems to know what to do.”

“I guess it’s a good understatement then.” she gives her a smile back and takes another sip of her drink and looks over at her. “I’m gonna stay for a little while i will order some fires only if you share with me.” Ryan said then orders a large fries. “I need a linger break from what’s going on.” 

“I’m sure you can get selling a kidney done at the same time as couch surfing with the wrong person,” Sigrid joked, taking a drag off her cigarette. Humans were just so willing to put themselves in danger.

“You might have to do a lot of stupid things on the internet to get paid for a place in New Orleans.”

“Yeah? How much weirder?” No easy way of segueing into a conversation about the bizarre things one could encounter in the world, as if two hunters couldn’t possibly misinterpret each other as regular, unaware humans. Or, worse, too much vague-talking could leave an aware and unaware person with wildly different impressions. 

Though some of which are better left unopened very much felt like code to Boaz.

“You make it sound like Pandora’s Box.” A reference Boaz only understood from hanging out with the smart girl in his class on a date once. And he didn’t even kiss her. “The box is already open. Now it’s a matter of some of us catching all the shit that escaped.” 

“Ha! I wish.” If only Boaz were old enough to drink. For now, he’d have to settle with asking for beer from the other trailer park fuckasses. That beer was shit, too. “It really does. I have to make my own fun. Hold on,” Boaz’s eyebrows furrowed together, “don’t you work at that tattoo place? I always pass by it, but I never go in.”

Rubbing her hands together she mulls over it in her head trying to figure out how to word it. “I remember one night when we were staying over my grandmothers' house. They owned this amazing spot of land that was pretty much a winter wonderland around that time.” Letting a laugh out her eyes wander to the families smiling and laughing with each other blissfully unaware of the world around them. “Everyone was worried because my uncle wasn’t there yet. I was young. Around five or six, and I was getting restless so they let me go outside to just play in the snow.”

She turns her gaze to look at the pens and shakes her head lightly. “But the second I got outside I knew something was wrong. Have you ever felt that way?”

“It is in its own odd way.” Her mother always warned her to not grow attached to things. One second you could be looking at someone you truly care for, but the next it could turn into a horror you never thought you’d live to see. “Someone has to be able to stop what’s going on. We have people who have to see horrors every day.”

“Thank god for GoogleMaps, eh?” Orlagh grinned, “even then I’m useless at followin’ directions.” Sometimes she wondered if she should just take a day to walk around Marion and get lost in a good way, but then she never really had time for anything like that. “I’ve been to a few yoga classes at the Lifted Life Centre. Definitely relaxing, which is a lot more my thing than working up too much of a sweat.” Orlagh wasn’t lazy, she just hated anything too overly strenuous. The grin remained on her face and she nodded. “Doesn’t it? It’s stupidly pretty around here, which makes up massively for the quiet moments.” She had managed to get a lot more nature-themed commissions done, and she supposed being surrounded by it helped a lot. “Anything and everything to be honest. Most people want artwork for their businesses, but I enjoy portraits most. I don’t get asked for them a lot though.” 

“That is…” Boaz took a step closer to the pen, wrinkling his nose at the sight. A hairless bear, indeed. Just off enough to be off-putting, yet not strange enough to truly pique his curiosity. “Yep. A hairless bear. That’s all it is.” With that, he skipped over this pen, his eyes shooting back briefly at the strange thing hightailing it out of the zoo. A furred creature. Something to worry about? Maybe, maybe not. At least Boaz knew it could go out in daylight.

“Have you ever seen weirder things?” Boaz asked. He knew the answer he would give to that question. Yes. Vampires, and werewolves, and bears, oh my! But for all this woman knew, he could have merely been talking about two-headed snakes. “This zoo’s a crap shoot. I don’t know why I come.”

“I’ve definitely seen weirder." The prints of wolves turning to feet and hands in the woods flashes into her mind and she shakes her head. “The world has its own cabinet of curiosities. Some of which are better left unopened.” Shrugging she looks at him. “For bizarre things? Yes, this zoo is pretty much terrible. But if you just want to cheer up after a bad day. I mean... baby penguins. And they have a sloth now.”

“I suppose you’re right. Family is family. We don’t get to pick that.” Sigrid had long lost her connection with her biological family —— hundreds of years before. Maybe over a thousand, she made no intention of remembering. “Well, anywhere in a big city is going to be far from cheap. Just a warning.”

Ryan is walking around town because she need some fresh air and also to get out of the house it was kind of a beautiful day she just keeps walking this helps clear her mind ending up in front of blackout bar then walks in heading over to the bar she sits down orders a rum and coke the bartender would make her drink and puts it down on the bar. packing it up to take a sip from her drink. “I really did need this drink.” she said to herself.

@under-brightmoons​

The snow cascades outside in a steady motion showing no signs of stopping. The streets and sidewalks quickly being blanketed by the flakes. Pushing against the cart her gaze drifts throughout the store. Hands grabbing whatever they could find. Bottled water, candles, canned food. Anything leftover. There were barely any people left in the store most had likely gone once the snow had appeared in the sky.

She’s sure by now the snow is piling up, shaking her head she exhales sharply through her nose. There was nothing fun about this. An event like this would draw hunters from all over. She was certain that among them would be individuals who forgot that what they were hunting had thoughts and emotions. Extremists. “Go to Louisiana it’s nice there, they said. You’ll have fun they said.” Mumbling Tabitha mindlessly goes through the process of checking out. 

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The shaky breath she didn’t know she’d been holding escapes past her lips. Cellphone screen illuminated with the notification of yet another missed call from home. Sure. She knew that she couldn’t avoid it. One of these days she would have to answer it. But that day was not today. Or at least that’s what she had been telling herself for the past few minutes. The apartment was eerily quiet as she waited for LJ to get home from their shift. She knew they would have to update their family about their findings eventually. Maybe if she told them they hadn’t found much in the year that they’d been in Marion they would just send someone else and allow them to return home. Tabi highly doubted that would be what transpired, however. 

So she waited. Whiskey eyes locked upon the screen that has long since faded, wondering if she had made the right call in simply watching the phone ring. The nagging voice in the back of her mind chided her for not answering. But still, she waited. Sitting motionless on the couch save for the small shiftings and adjustments. She waited as the city was blanketed in the darkness that should have been familiar by now. She swore the city could have been dropped into an ink well, even with the stars in the sky it felt as though Marion was being engulfed in the blackness. As if what lurked in the town commanded the stars to dim themselves. She notices the shiver that runs through her body, unsure if it’s caused by the breeze drifting through the apartment or the thought of something so powerful.

Orlagh regarded the stranger with a smile, shrugging her shoulders lightly. “I’m prob’ly the worst person to ask that question. I’ve lived here for two years and I still get lost on a daily basis.” Other than the people her family knew, she’d found it harder than she’d expected to ingratiate herself into town life. Orlagh definitely wasn’t a wild twenty-eight year old. “I s’pose some people drink a lot to have fun, or there’s a yoga place if you’re more of a health nut. Me, personally, I paint.” 

The snow had only just started to fall, and Leo was more than a little confused by it. Snow wasn’t a thing in Louisiana. So far, it was just a light dusting and he hoped it would stay that way. The only time he’d encountered the stuff in the past was when he was a student in New York City, and he hadn’t been a fan of it then either. 

“Is it just me, or does it look like the world’s coming to an end? First widespread illness, and now this?” He held his hand up, gesturing to the sky. “Something weird is going on, I’m telling you.”

“Definitely looks that way.” Shaking her head Tabitha watches the snow falling with piqued interest. "My father used to say that something weird is always going on, it’s a matter of if you choose to acknowledge it.” 

It took Adam some time to think of a response. In the meantime, he tried to study her. The keyword was try. She seemed just as desperate for something better to come along in life as he was. “From what I hear, nature is cruel here.” He’d heard rumors of St. Agnes’ Village from his work, of course. Did he think it to be true? He wasn’t sure. Something in the back of his mind screamed a warning. “The only advice I can tell you is to stay away from Bayou St. Agnes. Things don’t feel right there despite how beautiful it is.”

“Unfortunately, my uncle takes care of me. I’m stuck here with him. Mostly to make sure he doesn’t implode on himself, but still.” It was a lie, Sigrid referring to Thomas as her uncle. It was the easiest lie, with him looking more than double her age. “It’s not irresponsible to go and have some fun, you know?”

jennifer  couldn’t  come  up  with  anything  to  tell  the  person  who’d  asked  an  inquiry.  in  a  town  like  marion,  what  was  there  to  do  for  fun?  literally  not  much  except  for  drinking  one’s  ass  off  at  the  nearest  bar,  taking  a  yoga  season,  or  having  a  stroll  through  marion  zoo.  she  was  somewhat  disappointed  in  herself.  clearly,  she  didn’t  have  enough  hobbies,  then  and  now.  “ ——  i  am  the  worst  person  to  ask,  ‘cause  honestly,  i’m  still  trying  to  figure  that  out  myself.  ”

Sigrid was out smoking on the common area of the apartments, having been frustrated by her sire resenting her for turning him almost five hundred years before. She needed the nicotine, something she rarely engaged in. “Absolutely nothing. The best thing to do is move out to somewhere like New Orleans. I’d say bounce if you can.”