Post by Gabriel Adams on Dec 8, 2010 13:52:05 GMT -5
ooc: First to Victoria, thanks.
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It was late, even later than Gabriel liked to stay out. The clocks read a.m. at this point, even though there was no sign of the sun on the skyline. The lights of houses were out, all at sleep, albeit restlessly. Multiples dead made the paper, even if they were mostly the homeless - although a shop owner in the Tunnel had been cause for alarm. But then, many in the Tunnel were turning up dead. There was just usually a side story to go with it - Inferi spotted in Tunnel, Rampant Werewolf, etc.
There hadn't been a cause of death. Just ... dead.
Gabriel had rinsed his hands in the sink but that hadn't gotten all of the blood off, and he knew he'd have to trash the gloves that kept his fingers from freezing. When had winter arrived? Hell if he knew. His breath formed a mist in front of him, and his cheeks burned with the cold. It had been tempting to stay in with the heat of the house and the blood, but ...
Some one would miss him sooner or later, and he couldn't afford to have any one come looking.
For a beat the Ravenclaw paused, glanced up at a Missing Persons poster on the fence of a nearby yard. Curious. It wasn't his handy work, he always remembered a face. Hmm. There seemed to be quite a few missing students from up at the school, some more recent than one would have thought. It was more than a little disturbing.
Which was why every three seconds Gabriel's hand went to his belt, and he constantly fiddled with the sleeves of his jacket, where the wrist sheathes were. It was like he had to make sure his knives were still there.
It wasn't until he reached the corner of a street did he realize he had blood on him, and not just his hands. His shoes. The cuffs of his pants.
Shit.
He had only noticed because he had stepped in a spot where the frost was especially thick, slipped a bit, and when he'd glanced down at it he'd noticed the red smear.
His shoes were probably caked in the stuff. He could ditch them, but his feet would freeze off. He cast a glance up at the nearest house. Getting inside wouldn't be any trouble at all. It would be finding the shoes without waking the entire house up - and who knew who lived there? Gabriel chewed at his lip, thinking. He'd have to burn the shoes, and that might attract some noise. Stowing them fore later wasn't something he trusted. All it took was an especially nosy raccoon, and he'd be in trouble.
Cursing under his breath, Gabriel reached for the gate of the yard, wondering if any protection spells guarded it ... where was his wand ...
Oh.
Pausing, Gabriel started to dig in the pockets of his jacket to find it.
Hell's teeth it was cold. Gabriel didn't like it, but he couldn't run around in his socks for the rest of the night. Maybe he could just summon a new pair of shoes ...
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bic:
It was late, even later than Gabriel liked to stay out. The clocks read a.m. at this point, even though there was no sign of the sun on the skyline. The lights of houses were out, all at sleep, albeit restlessly. Multiples dead made the paper, even if they were mostly the homeless - although a shop owner in the Tunnel had been cause for alarm. But then, many in the Tunnel were turning up dead. There was just usually a side story to go with it - Inferi spotted in Tunnel, Rampant Werewolf, etc.
There hadn't been a cause of death. Just ... dead.
Gabriel had rinsed his hands in the sink but that hadn't gotten all of the blood off, and he knew he'd have to trash the gloves that kept his fingers from freezing. When had winter arrived? Hell if he knew. His breath formed a mist in front of him, and his cheeks burned with the cold. It had been tempting to stay in with the heat of the house and the blood, but ...
Some one would miss him sooner or later, and he couldn't afford to have any one come looking.
For a beat the Ravenclaw paused, glanced up at a Missing Persons poster on the fence of a nearby yard. Curious. It wasn't his handy work, he always remembered a face. Hmm. There seemed to be quite a few missing students from up at the school, some more recent than one would have thought. It was more than a little disturbing.
Which was why every three seconds Gabriel's hand went to his belt, and he constantly fiddled with the sleeves of his jacket, where the wrist sheathes were. It was like he had to make sure his knives were still there.
It wasn't until he reached the corner of a street did he realize he had blood on him, and not just his hands. His shoes. The cuffs of his pants.
Shit.
He had only noticed because he had stepped in a spot where the frost was especially thick, slipped a bit, and when he'd glanced down at it he'd noticed the red smear.
His shoes were probably caked in the stuff. He could ditch them, but his feet would freeze off. He cast a glance up at the nearest house. Getting inside wouldn't be any trouble at all. It would be finding the shoes without waking the entire house up - and who knew who lived there? Gabriel chewed at his lip, thinking. He'd have to burn the shoes, and that might attract some noise. Stowing them fore later wasn't something he trusted. All it took was an especially nosy raccoon, and he'd be in trouble.
Cursing under his breath, Gabriel reached for the gate of the yard, wondering if any protection spells guarded it ... where was his wand ...
Oh.
Pausing, Gabriel started to dig in the pockets of his jacket to find it.
Hell's teeth it was cold. Gabriel didn't like it, but he couldn't run around in his socks for the rest of the night. Maybe he could just summon a new pair of shoes ...
5749