#kat01

While Isaac hadn’t set out with the bar in his mind, his path seemed to take him there directly. Dark had settled, signalling the long awaited start of the weekend and like him, people filtered out into the streets downtown. This town was more alive than others Isaac had passed through. Smokers clustered around the mouths of the few watering holes scattered along the main streets, and already drunk gaggles of laughing young people, drifted aimlessly between them. It was his first night in town, and Isaac had booked himself into the motel, dragged his bag into the room, and then he thought he might use the night to begin gathering information. Get a head start on his investigation so he could leave sooner, but leave sooner...to go where?

He didn’t even remember what the town was called anymore. Franklin? No, that must have been the last one. Never more than a few weeks in one place over the last year, every new town Isaac passed through had just overlayed itself over the last. He’d always prided himself on attention to detail, but now embarrassingly Isaac wasn’t sure he could have given a distinguishing feature of a single town he'd passed through, even if pressed. 

And this place, whatever it was called, was no different from the rest. Bigger than some maybe, but its main street was still riddled with For Lease signs in boarded store fronts. People were moving to the cities, another Agent told him when he asked, but it was difficult to get clear answers about things like that, and everyone had an opinion they were eager to explain to him, before he’d decided to stop asking. At least some things never changed.

Still, Isaac avoided the cites. Even in his own time he had tried to, but now more than he’d thought possible they were too loud, busy, people moving through the densely packed streets like insects through a hive. Someone told him there’d been cities just as busy when Isaac had been born, just on the other side of the world, but Isaac had never seen those.

Where: The Calypso Casino When: 7pm, Samedi

Addiction was something that would follow him for the rest of his life. It sat on his shoulders, the craving pulling itself forward every few hours. It’d cause him to make brash decisions, empowering the part of himself that continually sought blood and havoc. Without many purposes to get clean, Julian always indulge... after all, he didn’t have a reason to quit. There was no family that wanted him in better shape, his organization liked him wired and ready. Maybe one day, chasing the high would bite him in the ass, but for now, he didn’t care about future consequences...  The Casino was busy on a Saturday evening, with crowds of people trying to appease lady luck. There were the brightly colored machines, the waitresses in short skirts, and bustling poker tables...  It was the perfect place to blow through his money and a small baggie of white powder. He’d just finished dusting his nose yet again when the door to the single bathroom opened up. “For fuck’s sake, can’t a man get some privacy in this city?” 

Shit. Imogen’s favorite curse word, and the one that seemed to be most appropriate for the situation she found herself in. This was one reason why she didn’t like small towns. Because in a small town, you’re bound to run into someone you most definitely don’t want to run into. Even people who had no business being in said small town, apparently. Because as far as Imogen knew, the woman she was staring at was human. With no supernatural ties. (but then again, the woman also probably thought the same of her, since she never actually revealed her supernatural side to her, but she wasn't thinking about that right now). And yet, here she was. In Hollow Grove, a supernatural safe haven, of all places. A part of her — a part that has been sitting dormant for far too long and had been rearing it’s sad, vulnerable head far too often lately — was bubbling with questions. Why is she here? Has she always been a supe? Or did she become one since she’d last seen her? How is she? Is she pissed? Does she hate me?  A part of her wanted to ask her all of this and more. Wanted to explain and apologize and reconcile. A bigger part of the witch, however, was in control, and had already kicked into flight and protection mode. She needed to get the hell out of this damn vinyl store asap, or risk getting spotted by the woman who was only a couple yards away from her. She can prepare herself for a planned spontaneous bump-in later. 

Unfortunately for Imogen, in her efforts for speed, she’d sacrificed coordination, and found herself crashing into a worker, sending him and the box of records in his hands tumbling to the ground. Shit. She could already feel the eyes of the nearby patrons on her. She couldn't see them, because she shut her eyes as the incident happened. Knowing she’d undoubtedly been spotted by the woman she was trying to evade, Imogen briefly considered still fleeing the scene before deciding against is. To flee once spotted signified a weakness, and would let the woman before her know that she had some sort of power over the witch. Which she didn’t. Which she was never supposed to have, because you cut her off from having that ability. Man the fuck up. Shaking off her jitters, Imogen gathered every ounce of strength she could muster, opened her eyes and casually made her way to the brunette. “Hey Kat! It’s Imogen. Long time no see.” She greeted in a nonchalant tone. “How have you been?”