:: Her eyes narrowed at him walking out of her room, she looked to the floor for a moment. She heard him right didn't she? Grabbing her coat from the hanger and her bag she hurried after him into the hall:: Hey Wait a minute.....what do you mean turn into one of them.....they were just dogs..right..:: Her mind was full of questions she didn't know what to ask first::
Jacc continues walking, leaping from the window ledge and landing squarely on his feet outside. He walks toward the sidewalk corner and opens the door on an old, black, fully restored '67 Impala, motioning to the passenger side.
"Get in, I'll explain everything on the way."
He takes off his hat and duster, then his scarf, revealing a scruffy, sharp-featured face. He slides into the driver's seat and starts the car, tossing some old folders into the passenger seat as he waited for the girl to enter. Hopefully, she'd get the idea and flip through them.
:: She watched him leap out of the window and as she ran and looked down she shook her head as if she hadn't believed what she saw. Backing up she took the conventional way out, may have taken a little longer but she still didn' have a clue who this guy was. She reluctantly jumped into the passenger side, placing the folder on her lap before peering to him.:: So i guess you don't do formal introductions...:: Her british accent became clear now the panic in her voice had subsided. She looked to him then the folders, she opened them, peering through the material.:: What's this?
He kept his eyes on the road, making sure to avoid the roads that the others travelled on.
"Name's unimportant. What you're looking at in there is exactly what Hollywood has been trying to make people believe in for years. Vampyres, Lycans..."
He notes she looks confused at the term.
"Werewolves. You've been dragged into the middle of a war that's been brewing for the better part of the last 2000 years. Those "rabid dogs" that attacked you? Lycans. You were bitten, right? Well, by the next full moon you'll turn. You'll hunt, you'll feed, and you'll kill. Family, friends, it doesn't matter. None of them are safe as long as you're uncontrolled."
He pulls over, idling the motor.
"If you think I'm crazy, you're more than welcome to try living it out on your own out there..."
<<so sry, I have to go. I have practice with my band in a few... they'll shit themselves if I'm late... 'til next time, True Believers...>>
:: She winced, some of that Hollywood stuff was some of her own work. Wait a minute she wasn't actually believeing this guy was she. But it would explain how large these beasts were. But she...a werewolf..or lycan whatever he called it. Her head started to hurt with all the information she was having to absorb. She started to rub her temples.:: Okay then Mr ...Cowboy...next full moon your saying ill get fangs, fur and a taste for human blood....is that exactly what your saying?
(I'll be on for most of tonight anyway so i might see you later. I'll check the board in an hour or so. Chow!)
<<sorry, had a small bit of family trouble to take care of. back now, though.>>
He smirked, remembering how naive he had been on his first Turning.
"That's exactly what you're hearing. And as for 'Mr. Cowboy...' I haven't been a range rider for nearly 250 years or so."
He looks over, the car still parked on a roadside.
"Name's Arlington. Jacc Arlington. Guess I still haven't fine-tuned my whole people skills thing. Anyway, you seem to be having some trouble buying into it all. Believe it or not, kid, I'm trying to save you a Hella bad time. The Turn is awful either way the first time, but by yourself... it's unbearable."
He looks down, remembering the first Turning he had. He had killed the only one he'd ever truly loved. And he'd lived with it for nearly 300 years now.
"I know a guy, he can administer a serum that allows you some control over the Turning... only temporarily, but you'll be able to remain tame, even under the curse. It's effective for the first two weeks after you're bitten. You can trust me on this..."
He opens her door.
"Or you can take your damned chances out there. But I guarantee, you'll lose someone. Can you live with it? The guilt of killing someone you love and care about?"
He lights a cigarette, then speaks again, the smoke seeping through his teeth. He is careful not to blow any at her, assuming she isn't a smoker herself.
"It's your call in the end. But don't come running to anyone asking for help once you've changed if you don't take my help now."
:: As he spoke she looked him over, he intimidated her. Not many men did as she was a big girl herself. Standing in her trainers (sneekers) she wore she was 6'. on her nights out in her boots perhaps edgeing onto 6'3 -4. Pulling her own leather jacket around her and rubbing her hands on her torn, faded blue jeans she gave a smile to him as he introduced himself.:: Well, Jacc.....I'm Hope. :: She seem to let the thing slip about him being...over 250 years old, that was just too much info all at once.:: A serum...:: she shook her head:: an injection?...:: She stumbled over the words before he lent over and opened her door. Looking to the open door and then to him she took a deep breath before her dark green eyes studied his features, his eyes mostly.:: Okay lets say this guy can give me a...serum..and all this about werewolves is true...How do i know i can trust you....trust what your saying is true. And your not just taking me to a basement somewhere and rape me....or steal my kidney...:: She smiled and almost laughed. There were urban myths about but she was taking this to the extreme.:: I'm sorry..its just you turn up right after this happened...and...:: Her eyes grew wider:: It wasn't you that bit me was it?..:: her eyes narrowed looking into his intently::
<<no problem. i understand wonderfully. you RP like my cousin used to on Everbane. 🙂 >>
He looked at her and smirked.
"You stabbed the one that bit you right in the chest. With silver, I might add."
He pulled his shirt silghtly open, revealing no marks.
"Silver stab wounds or bullet wounds would leave a mark on the lycan, an open wound. As you can see, I have none. As for trusting me, that's your decision. I can't sway your choice in any way, manner, or form. Like I said, you're the one living with the guilt if you kill someone."
He tossed the cigarette butt out the window, then tossed the empty pack into his back seat.
"If you need your proof for the serum, just look in the folder. Back page, labelled 'File DX-7319.' It was on the news about six years go as a new miracle drug, named 'Nitricide.' Supposedly would cure cancer. They took it off the market because it was too dangerous for humans, causing poisoning in their blood stream. The diseases we transmit are deadly. And to answer your question, no. If a vampyre bit you, you wouldn't become one instead. You'd die. Only two have ever survived a bite from both. Alexander Corvinus, and Michael Corvin."
He looked back at the car's back seat, wondering how he'd kept it so well touched-up with as little time as he'd had lately.
"You can leave if you want. If it eases your mind, here's a gun to use if things get too sketchy for you."
He handed her a Beretta from his backseat.
:: She took in a deep breath as she closed the door beside her. Picking up the folder she did check everything out and it seemed everything was in check. As he handed her the gun she flinched away and held up her hand shaking it:: I...don't believe in guns...were i come from....well lets just say the closest thing ive shot is a bow and arrow....:: She gave a smile and reached into her bag for her notebook and flipped it open taking the note of the drug name so if all else failed she could look it up on the net or even give it to a nurse in the hospital if everything went downhill. Her head was starting to ache ever more and her body sweating. Probably because of all the shock she was going through. She opened her jacket to cool herself down::
Vampires.....as well.....Jeez...:: It was exciting but also her mind was doing summersaults. Everything she'd been told not to believe as a child was now becoming apparently true. He seemed a nice guy but if HE was as old as he was saying. He could really have touched up on his acting skills. But her gut feeling was telling her to go with it, that she wasn't in danger of anything around him. The next thing that came to her mind was the moon and its cycles:: Okay...if i've been bitten by a werewolf, all these things about silver bullets and such are true from what your telling me. Infection...:: which she could feel within her right now:: from the bite causing...well lycanism...is it the same with the moon full moon i mean...:: She looked up and it wasn't a full moon tonight:: So how come those guys are out and its not a full moon?
He takes off down the road, heading for his one safehouse, wondering if Riku, Sora, or Kairi have gotten back yet.
"Because older, more powerful lycans no longer feel the sway of the moon. They can change at will."
He withdraws the gun, then points to the back.
"There's a silver stake back there, too. It'll work just as well as the bullets, though a bit quicker."
Heh...:: She nervously shook her head:: I'll think ill take my chance with the serum....:: Putting on her seatbelt , her head suddenly jerked with pain. Her hand went up to her eyes as she watched something...or herself running and then...pouncing a woman...suddenly there was blood and spray. Her eyes tearing as she pull her hand away as if something had jumped out of her. Sweat beading down her forhead::.....jesus!
He turns down an older road, then parks in front of a building, getting out and motioning for her to follow. Inside, they begin ascending a flight of stairs, and he continues to explain everything a bit more.
"It wasn't a premonition. It was viewing the past of the lycan that turned you. It's natural. Unfortunately, it will take several hours to pass, but when it does, you'll be all the stronger for seeing it through."
He turns down a hallway and stops at a door marked 1282, then knocks three times and enters.
"Kairi, you here? Sora? Riku? Anyone? We need some serum up here, stat. We got a freshly turned one, here. Lycan."
He wonders why there is no answer. Usually, at the least, Kairi is there.
"Stay put."
He forces the Beretta on her.
"Aim, shoot. Anything comes at you, use it. Like it or not, it'll save your life."
He draws his Colts and walks to the back room, where he finds Riku and Sora's mangled corpses.
:: She followed him out of the car, keeping her eyes open, it was so dark she could barely see a thing. Her short hair now sticking to her for head they stopped at a door. No one answered:: No one home...?:: Looking to him as he suddenly turned worried her. Forcing the gun into her hand she was about to say something before he wandered off down the hall. She could hear her heart racing as her eyes peered up and down the corridor. The silence almost made her head hurt as she gripped the gun a little tighter:: Not....good...:: Her headache still plagued her as she gritted her teeth trying to stay focused::
:: She did this by looking to her arm. It was still sore but by the look of the bandage the bleeding at stopped. It had been about 3 hours since she'd been bitten and already the side effects were kicking in. She just hoped his friends had some serum for her. Looking around again and down to hall she could hear something. Scuttling about, aiming her gun she waited for whatever it was to show itself. A Small brown mouse came into the hallway. She gave a huge sigh of relief.::
Originally posted by Shikaku
(Yeah. Not gonna attempt to restart. It's just going to end the same. Plus, I'm moving in about a week and a half, so I won't have time to start on the RP again anyways. Sorry. =\ )
<<no prob. but you know you'd restart if you had the chance... >>
Jacc wanders back to the main room after a minute.
"It's clear. Riku and Sora are dead. Dunno where in God's name Kairi got off to... maybe she's okay."
He sets down a silver case, then opens it, taking out a few needles and syringes.
"Roll up your sleeve."
He doesn't look up. Thinking it over, it sounded a bit demanding, but he was stressed. His two best friends had just been killed, and his sister... where in Hell's name was she?
"This serum takes about an hour to kick in fully. It'll slow the change, and depending on your blood type, could even stop the change at the full moon for now... You haven't done any Lithium lately, have you?"