Location: In Town near Town Hall
Interactions: Finley {
@FantasyChic }
Declan peeked over Finley's shoulder as they walked, reading the file as she flipped through the loose pages. He simply smirked and rolled his eyes at her comment about the Walker family file.
"Love, I know it's got her info in it. It's got 'Walker' right at the top, you dork." He playfully nudged her arm with his elbow, his face changing over from a smile to a more serious look at the previous information she spoke of.
"I never really knew Riley as one of those who would just up and leave out of the blue like that. Honestly, I think she'd have told someone before just vanishing. Plus, Taylor and I, we-" he let his sentence fall off. He nearly mentioned how him and Taylor had been down to the lake where they followed her scent to
(in their other forms), which had been a couple days old by the time they decided to look for her.
"We overheard that the deputies had gone out with search dogs, and her trail led down by the lake where it also went cold. I don't know what happened to her, but I definitely don't think it was a runaway case. There were signs of a struggle... apparently." 'Whew. Good catch, Dick,' he thought to himself. Declan mentally shook his head, suddenly distracted by a couple of voices coming from nearby. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end when he realized who they belonged to. In the process of attempting to say something, Finley's hand was once again in Declan's, pulling him along behind her. Declan sunk down into a crouch behind the brush, still having a hold of Finley's hand.
Finley's next words were a bit of a blur to him, then. He found himself momentarily lost in thought over how warm her hand felt in his own. The fact he hadn't held a girl's hand since he had dated that one girl early on in his Junior High career. His heart began to ache, thinking of all the times he'd wished he could hold his girlfriend Jenna's hand. He'd offered to take a plane out to see her for a weekend, but anytime it was brought up, there was always a new excuse. In Declan's mind, if he was willing to give up sports practice for her, she should know just how special she was to him. Why was she not letting him come to her? After the past two years they'd spent together. Skype dates just weren't enough anymore.
Declan finally came to just as Finley had finished talking, choking down all the emotion he'd just went through in those few moments. The only thing that felt wrong about holding Finley's hand was the fact he had a girlfriend, as well as the act itself didn't feel wrong at all. If he were to have made a pros and cons list, the former would win hands down. As much as he didn't want to, Declan slowly let go of Finley's hand to reach into his pocket and pull out his phone to finally respond to Jenna's text message. It was only her saying she had to get going, and that she'd be on skype later that night. Declan sighed and just shut his phone, stuffing it back into his pocket as he tapped on her hand before turning to creep away through the treeline.
"Come on, Miss Delinquent. Let's go get Gwen."
Location: Red Lake Cafe -> Taylor's House
Interactions: Jo-Vaughn {
@LokiLeo789 }
Taylor smirked at his eager response to lighting up a jay on the way to the lake, walking with him to his car, keeping a safe-ish distance so she wouldn't run into him. Once they reached the car, she heard the doors unlock so she quickly got in and shut the door. Pulling out and away from the Cafe, Taylor immediately found herself lost in the sights of the buildings passing by. Yes, she'd lived there for two whole years, but during that entire time she was never a passenger in a car. She was always the one to drive anywhere, and she really loved to just look around at every little thing she could lay her eyes on. It was like people watching, but with buildings, cars, trees.. you name it! It's the kind of thing you'd have done as a kid, she just never grew out of it. If Taylor focused on something inside of the car, she'd begin to get motion sickness, so peering out the windows watching everything pass her by was her only safe thing to do.
It didn't take them long at all to reach her house. A quick five minute drive brought them to her driveway, from which she could spot Sadie's slanted face peeking through the curtains and shaking side to side. Clearly, she was wagging her tail a bit too hard for her little self to contain properly. Taylor laughed and shook her head, muttering
"I swear. One of these days, that dog's gonna break herself in half the way she wags that tail of hers. She acts like I've been gone a whole month, or something, with the way she gets excited when I come home." She laughed as she unclipped her seatbelt and stepped out of Josh's car, bending down to quickly add,
"I'll be right back." Taylor offered a soft, shy smile before closing the door shut as she wandered up to her front door, digging her lanyard with the house keys from her back pocket.
"Hi Sadie girl, you wanna go for a walk down by the lake, huh?" Taylor spoke in a higher pitched tone than she normally would when talking to Sadie. She practically turned into someone else when she was around her dog. More alive and outgoing. Upon opening the door, Sadie charged Taylor and jumped up on her, placing her paws up onto her arms while Taylor held them so Sadie could reach up and lick her face a couple times.
"Okay, Sadie, okay! Easy. Come on. I gotta grab something first, okay?" Taylor shut the door behind her and ran inside with Sadie not too far behind, making it into her room where she went straight for her nightstand. She tugged the drawer open and pulled out the mason jar inside where she had a couple of pre-rolls already stashed, taking one out to place it behind her ear. She already had a lighter in her pocket, so she didn't have to worry about anything else. Oh! Perfume. It was always good to carry perfume or even guy's cologne around, just so you could mask the smell without any disapproving glances looking your way afterward.
"Alright Sadie, come on, girly." Taylor grabbed Sadie's leash and harness before jogging back to the front door, letting Sadie run out before locking it behind her, leading the way to the car parked in their driveway. She opened the door and held Sadie back while she cocked the seat forward to let her dog into the backseat. Once inside, Taylor slid into her own seat, pulled the door closed and clipped her seatbelt back on. She removed the joint from behind her ear and retrieved her lighter from her pocket, holding them in her lap with a mischievous smile.
"Alright, we're good to go!"He may have only just arrived in town less than an hour ago, but he was already getting into work mode. Tyler sat in his truck grinding his teeth as he watched a man wandering up the dirt road from the mailbox that sat down at the end of it. From the previous research he'd done, and from the distance, he was at, he could only assume the man was the owner of the property. Exactly the person he needed to speak to. Tyler flipped his truck visor down and snagged his WDCO badge, sitting up to tuck it into his back pocket. He reached over and started his vehicle, letting it warm up for a few minutes before pulling up onto the main road and driving right on up the dirt path to the Smith Farmstead. It took a good minute drive just to reach the main house where he could see the man he'd once been watching stepping out with a shotgun in hand, no doubt having an uneven feeling about some random stranger coming up to his house unannounced. Tyler pulled his truck around the little round-about that circled the tree just out front of the home, putting his truck into park.
Slowly stepping out from the vehicle, Tyler dug out his badge and held it up in the air as he shut the door, calling out to the man.
"Afternoon, sir. I'm Officer Cameron. Tyler Cameron." Tyler cleared his throat as he stuffed his badge back down into his pocket, placing his hands on his hips with one's pinky resting on the safety of his holstered pistol.
"I just came out here to inquire about your livestock that's been turning up. I hear local wolves are a bit of a nuisance in these parts. I've been called out here to thin out the pack. Mind telling me anything you may know about them? How many are there? When do they tend to come around most? Have they ever attacked any one of you, your family or any workers here on the farm, or has it been just the livestock that they've targetted?"Tyler looked around at the baby-puke-green house, eyeing everything over before turning to look out at the treeline behind the house, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly. He could smell them. The wolves. Both wild and
'domestic'. That's what his handler liked to call those with the unfortunate ability to change into a canine every full moon.
Domesticated animals. Tyler was just so properly trained that he wasn't to be put out of his misery. Yet. Eventually, he knew he'd outlive his usefulness. It was only a matter of time. Till then, there was work to do. There was
always work to do.
