Kidd

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Piper's brows furrowed together; she didn't expect her exclamation to be taken even remotely seriously. Yet Carver pulled out some sort of journal and suddenly looked very academic. He had come off as perceptive, sure, but bookish? Then he asked if she or Chris had seen anything similar. She tensed, lips pursing and her eyes wandered over to Chris. He must have had the same question in his mind: just who was this guy? Though, to her surprise, Chris started speaking about his own experiences with the...unexplained.

Oddly enough, his slow speech calmed the younger woman. Was she not the only one? "Something that couldn't be explained?" she repeated quietly, wishing he wouldn't be so vague. Though she shook her head and crossed her arms, fingers shaking where they rested at her biceps. "Nothing like this," she said honestly as she worked out how to explain her experience. She eyed the floor, then the photos, then the floor again with another shake of her head. "When I was a kid...I saw someone who had been, like, staked in my hometown. They said it was some crazy suicide, but..." She shrugged. The story would be oddly mild considering the rigid tenseness in her muscles, but it lent evidence to the issue at hand: monsters were real and the three of them clearly had their own run ins.

@RedXCross@The Harbinger of Ferocity

Kidd's 1x1 Thread: closed

The Tales of Winding

Gasp! What a cute little map.

And hmm. I can't think of something right now, but I'll see if I can find some peeps interested in joining :)

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Sorry that took longer than I expected. Stuff came up yesterday

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Piper finally shook her head and looked away from the photos, crossing her arms to looked between the two other men. Her own imagination was running wild with every word they said, but the word wouldn't quite come out of her subconscious. She tapped her fingers against her own arm, anxious as they passed around maybes and what it could not be. She eyed the floor, suddenly interested with the scuff marks, and narrowed her gaze in thought. Men in black, a stake, her mother--

She may have dismissed the thought at any other time, but then Chris said it: supernatural.

Her eyes shot to him and she forced a laugh, and that word finally broke through the surface of her consciousness. "What, like fucking vampires?" she asked, her expression incredulous.

@RedXCross@The Harbinger of Ferocity

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I'm in classes all day but I'll try to reply tonight

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Approaching the station, Piper rubbed at her temples; her head was clearing slowly but surely, and the fresh air seemed to have helped further. So when they entered the station, she hung her sunglasses at her shirt collar and looked around. She offered a snarky wave in the deputy's direction--she had spent a little too much time at the station when she first arrived to town and perhaps the deputy feared Piper was back again for who knows what. Though nothing seemed to be wrong, at least on Piper's fault, and she went back to work.

Piper's brows drew together as she eyed Carver's waist. Confrontation was her first instinct, and her jaw even dropped to begin, but she stopped herself with another glance at the woman at the desk. Then she glanced around at the rest of the small office: no one seemed to take notice, which was a good thing sure enough, but if this stranger was caught bringing a firearm into the station Piper did not need the trouble of associating with him. However, when she looked again, it seemed to almost disappear behind his cloak, and she allowed herself to relax.

“Shut up,” Chris snapped.

Piper's eyebrows raised, then her eyes narrowed in annoyance. Chris would yell at a police officer and Pierce would just take it. "Dick," she muttered under her breath, though she remained interested in the subject of pictures. They moved to the evidence room, and she found herself eyeing Carver again. The whole process--for Piper especially--had been oddly easy. She would have dwelled on it if it weren't the photographs laid out before the three.

"Holy shit," she said quietly, but she found herself grossly fascinated. Eyes wide and brows narrowed, she stared at the gruesome pictures, paling slightly. The deputy rattled off something about Cutter before leaving the trio alone. It wasn't until around this point that Piper was seeing the pictures for what they were: extremely detailed evidence. "A wolf couldn't fucking do that," she stated obviously. "The hell is going on?" Her hazel gaze remained on the photos, flickering between them rapidly at first, but then more slowly as she allowed herself to process them.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@RedXCross

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Hey, sorry! I was swamped with work and school.

I'll try to be more conscientious in letting you guys know when I'll be MIA for a bit. I should be around this weekend though

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@RedXCross Hope that's alright. I feel bad it's been back-and-forth between me and @The Harbinger of Ferocity, lol, so feel free to take some liberties with Piper to get it moving.

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The nod certainly was a surprise, and Piper stopped in her movements to digest it. It was clear Carver didn't appreciate her earlier comment, but he seemed to relax after despite the anxiety she was dealing with. She removed her hand from Chris' car to cross her arms, eyeing Carver again. The conditions were simple enough in her opinion: tell the guy what he wanted to hear and keep it between them. Still, there was an atmosphere about the man that left Piper uneasy. She was stubborn, though. While there was a small part of her that screamed to leave it alone--whatever it was--she remained insistent on finding answers.

"Fine by me," she agreed finally, not even considering the fact that this seemed to be moving along almost too smoothly. She wanted in, and she definitely had no interest in spreading rumors beyond the two before her.

"Thanks," she added half heartedly, before her gaze hardened at the sky above. "Hold up," she said, turning on her heel to quickly return to the office. There, she would retrieve her sunglasses, nearly knock herself over colliding with Jimmy Jr on the way out, offer some excuse and a half-assed apology for ditching work, and return to Chris and Carver. The lazy, rude, and apathetic Piper had a new energy: while the hangover left her a little sluggish, she suddenly seemed less so. "I can follow ya," she said, going for her bike.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@RedXCross