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Julius Selwyn ([personal profile] stillcounts) wrote2016-04-04 10:23 pm
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PSL: Night is falling like a bloody axe


It was true that Julius Selwyn had gone to a party that night, as would be gossiped about liberally the next day. He'd gotten a bit drunk and flirted with Amanda Welch, who encouraged it, and Susan Martin, who permitted it, and - a few people claimed - Ben Hightower, who had not appreciated it in the slightest.

It was also true that he was not drunk at all now, so-late-it-was-early, and that he was wandering a mostly deserted street in St. John's Wood in a distinctly more utilitarian getup than he'd been wearing earlier in the evening. He had a loose-fitting leather jacket over what the very sharp-eyed might identify as a holster housing an antique pistol, giving him the air of a boy who was unsure whether he was playing a Hell's Angel or a pirate. The image was further confused by the large, antique book under his arm.

There was plenty of moonlight. That not entirely incidental.

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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-04-07 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Plenty of moonlight was the kind of night she'd been waiting for. Of course Rachel had come to the Evening Standard to report on crime, old and new. And as part of the reporting staff it wasn't unusual for her to scour police reports and put her ear to the ground for rumors at the local emergency rooms--sorry, the A&Es.

A pattern, after all, could mean an interesting story in the works. It could lead to any manner of criminal.

Or any manner of anything.

She'd thought the street deserted, but as she stepped out of the narrow alley between two blocks of townhouses, a figure not far up the street caught her eye. A squint or two and the random figure became familiar.

How very interesting.

She sauntered up, casual as can be, smiling. "What's a nice boy like you doing in a neighborhood like this, at this hour?"
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-04-08 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"You say the sweetest things."

He sounded just a bit worse for drink but she was having a hard time buying that. At this hour? With a book under his arm?

"Trying to find a nice place to sit and read?"
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-04-13 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm. Yeah, I did notice that."

She absolutely was going to stay and ask him questions. There was nothing about this even approaching what one normally does on an evening; she was beyond curious.

"Must be a hell of a book to get you to abandon a party and search a deserted street at this hour of the night. What's it about?"

Not to mention: peppering him with questions gave him less of an opportunity to do any questioning of his own.
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-04-18 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Not that you aren't without a certain charm, but, sorry--I wasn't following you." She smiled, spreading her hands, what can you do?

She realized this was going to open the door to being asked what she was doing out here. Best to head it off. "Can't a girl just want some fresh air on a quiet street?" A quiet street nowhere near her home or place of employment. At ridiculous o'clock. Plausible, totally plausible.
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-04-24 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Her smile remained in place, though it grew a bit tight at the edges, the first faint sign of resignation.

"On any other night, I'd love nothing more," she allowed, "but I can't tonight. I have other plans."

It was likely time to come clean, wasn't it?

"I'm chasing a story."

...Just not all in one go.
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-04-28 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Well. Time to drop that act.

"Yes," she confirmed. "Is that what you're after, too?"

A pause, and then:

"...Please tell me, whatever it is, you weren't planning on smacking it with that book."
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-04-30 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
She sighs the kind of sigh one sighs when one is perhaps dealing with a small child, or someone else comparably unreasonable.

"I was going to report on it," she replies, evenly, "that's kind of my thing."

A moment, and then: "...I've got a stun gun in my pocket. Should worse come to worse."
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-05-01 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
"The alley."

She takes his sleeve, tugging. He's dropped all pretense and so has she, this is no time for games or coy behavior.

"We can see the street and there's a couple of opportunities for shelter or hiding ourselves from view, if needed."
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-05-02 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I had a feeling."

She'd usually be irritated at finding someone else out on the trail of the same story, the same investigation, as she was. But in this case? She was glad for the company.

"So what's your theory? For the record, I don't have one. I just knew something wasn't right."
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-05-17 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh," Rachel replied, with the cheer of someone who was very clearly faking it, "a werewolf. Why didn't I think of that?"

She genuinely hadn't. All sorts of other ideas had come to mind when she'd started out following the police reports and rumors, but not a werewolf.

"I take it we stay inside the circle?"
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-05-20 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
"I've seen them in the movies," she offered. Hey, he'd asked.

"But it can't be that hard to figure out, right? Let me see."
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-05-23 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
The gun was heavier than she anticipated. Any quip she had ready vanished along with her devil-may-care attitude, just for a moment, when she had to heft it unexpectedly.

She turned away from him to examine it--see, she was listening, no pointing it at him.

"So me and this gun are the last resort. Got it. In the meantime: what are you doing?"
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-05-24 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
It was fantastic claim, the sort that would usually get a person side-eyed. But Rachel had heard enough in her time, believed enough, to believe this.

"All right." She lowered the weapon, keeping it at her side, her eyes scanning their surroundings. "Let me know if I need to do anything."

Like running, perhaps. Or taking cover should things go wrong.
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-05-27 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Her eyebrows went up, and she was on the verge of replying when the howl sounded again. She went still, fingers unthinkingly gripping the gun just a little more tightly.

"...I could write that anyway," she said, with a cheerfulness they both knew was forced. "I support antagonizing disapproving parents whenever an opportunity presents itself."
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-05-28 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
She didn't answer. But she understood what he meant by that, as sobering a thought as it was.

Rachel's attention was momentarily captured by the glowing figure Julius drew in the air; her gaze lingered over it before she refocused on their surroundings, trying to catch any sign of anything getting near.

"What was that?"
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-05-30 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"...a pack hadn't occurred to me."

To be fair, a werewolf had only barely occurred to her.

"I knew something wasn't adding up about the police reports. I figured just one... person. Was up to something."
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-05-31 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
"That's why I get the best scoops and the occasional award, and others don't," she says, offhandedly--standard journalistic procedure, please--so offhandedly that it's pat, it's clear it's what she always says when this is brought up. It's a show of bravado that also neatly sidesteps the legitimate question of her safety that observation carries.

"So say I do take werewolves as a given." She does, at this point. "What doesn't add up?"
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-06-06 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
She was entirely used to arch looks by now, though his gave her fleeting pause. She liked him, or something, she supposed.

Rachel nodded, still keeping her attention on their surroundings. "So something's not right. Is he injured? Cast out? ...Not a werewolf?"
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-06-15 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"...Oh. Good thinking." Good thinking that she hadn't done because, you know, while the possibility of werewolves was one she was willing to entertain, it was just a possibility. Leaving her not at all well-versed.

"For the sake of curiosity--" The silence around them is once again pierced by a howl, closer now. "How does one get infected? Tell me in the abstract so I can do my best to keep it from becoming an actuality."
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-06-19 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Well. That's sobering." Note to self: consider the possibility of gun ownership before the next bout of hey that's a crazy-sounding story, let me go out in the middle of the night to check it out. As much as running into Julius had been a potential wrench in the works, she was suddenly glad she had.

"I may have to let him get a bit close, if it comes to that." She gave him an apologetic look. Movies, you know.
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-07-02 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
The pause on her end stretched longer. Part of it was the realization that she hadn't been the only one sort of flying by the seat of her pants with regard to backup or personal safety.

She wasn't sure, really, if that was reassuring or not.

But part of the pause was her giving careful consideration to her answer.

"...The Times isn't interested in publishing this kind of story. Don't worry."

He probably noticed the neat evasion of whether she would have written about it despite his request.
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[personal profile] gotbottle 2016-07-06 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
She heard the sound, processed it to recognition a fleeting moment before the creature hit the barrier. Her arm flew up immediately but it took all her willpower not to fire off the shot right away.

Like she'd told him: all her experience with flintlock pistols came from seeing them in the movies. She was no expert. But she seemed to remember that they were a one-shot kind of deal.

As much as she wanted to fire, she retained just enough presence of mind to realize maybe this wasn't the right moment.

"Out of curiosity..." She'd raised her arm, her jacket had bumped against her hip, the weight of the stun gun reminding her she'd carried it tonight just in case.

"Not that I intend to get close enough but if it came to it, what are my chances with a stun gun?"