hunt

Who: Hunt and Tad
Where: over the the phone
When: Evening

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Who: Tad and Hunt
Where: over the phone / Hunt's House
When: afternoon

Tad had barely registered anything from the whole ordeal once the officials arrived to hustle them out of the asylum. He'd been checked out by doctors and ushered home without another word. Grams had been worried, but she didn't ask him too many questions when he just sat in silence in the car on the way home. They'd asked questions of the officials, but no one had an answer and no one had seemed to care that their teachers and classmate were dead. It was all too fucked up.

who: kayos and hunt
where: lower harbor park
when: midday

She'd worked a good lot of the night with Doc, fixing her building up, but there was still a ton to do. Tons. Whole scads. Like way more than she could possibly face at the moment, so she'd gone for a walk. Or, more specifically, she'd started to go for a walk, then got distracted by the playground in the park that her building overlooked. So what had started as a walk turned into playing in the snow. Sure, she could call it necessary stress relief, or slap some fancy psychobabble term on it, but she was a realist, and decided to call it exactly what it was.

Playing.

Cuz seriously, it was a wicked cool playground, if one was willing to climb over the snowbanks to get there. She was willing. There was a section of the playground above the snowline, the wooden structure all castle-like with a bridge and everything. She went and sat on the ledge of one such bridge, looking out over the blanket of snow that covered what looked to her like the whole world. The only place it wasn't was the lake, it's dark blue uneasy as it crashed up against the side of the harbor now and then.

Who: Hunt and Tad
Where: The high school parking lot
When: mid-morning

This wasn't like Tad, forgetting books and then sneaking out in the morning to break back into the high school to retrieve his history text that he'd need to work on his project with Dean. But then again, having friends and confessing to a girl how he felt about her wasn't much like him either. He realized with an internal chuckle that it had been a while since he'd acting much like old Tad in a while.

Who: Hunt and Kayos
Where: Away
When: Far, far away

Who: Hunt, Pandect, Reiz.
Where: Outside.
When: Night time.

Even though it still wasn't a very good idea to stay outside, Reiz did anyway. After what had happened that afternoon--he didn't feel very comfortable around people. Even though he'd managed to push back the urges and instincts for those few moments, he'd still had a lust for blood that he needed to work out.

He'd stayed outside all day, hiding behind tree trunks, and when night finally came, he... He shifted back to his original form.

Who: Brian to Hunt
When: 3:30ish

Hey, man. It's Brian again. Just wanted to say... hope you're doing okay. I'm going to be going out of town. My mother's sick, and-- just wanted to say I'll miss you, man. Even if you won't, or don't, or-- whatever you're doing now. Just give me a call sometime, if you want. My cell number's not changing. So I know you're still alive and shit, and-- fuck. Just call sometime.

Who: Brian to Marlowe
When: 10:34AM

Hey, Sparky. Callin' you back. I'm spending the day in, trying to heal up some. Glad you made it back safe. Hope you had a good time! I'll be calling you tomorrow about your work schedule, just as a heads up. Talk to you later, kid.


Who: Brian to Hunt
When: 10:46AM

Hey, man. It's Brian. From yesterday? You never called me back, so I'm checking to see if you made it home okay. Call me, okay? Number's ###-####. I'm kinda worried about you.

Who: Brian, Hunt, and Domino
Where: Brian's house
When: Late afternoon, around 5

Before starting on dinner for himself and Domino, Brian put together the usual soup for Hunt. It didn't take long, and was ridiculously simple, but it was all he could figure out how to get into the man. He gave Domino's cheek a kiss in passing, then headed into the bedroom with his burden of liquid.

"Dinner time, Hunt," he said cheerfully. He figured talking to him wouldn't hurt anything, even if it didn't help or Hunt didn't even notice it. "Your favorite, again."

Who: Hunt and Brian
Where: Hunt's house, then Brian's house
When: Late afternoon

There was cold beneath he, around him and it took a moment for Hunt to realise that he was lying on tiles. He opened his eyes to darkness and blinked, yet it was still there. His head swam, he didn't really know where he was, nothing made sense. Things weren't connecting. His head pounded, he felt sick, every muscle screamed with pain. He moaned, the sound incoherent.

Who: Brian and Hunt
Where: Hunt's house
When: A little before noon

Of all the people he'd called the day before, the only one Brian hadn't heard back from-- didn't know was safe and alive and all that-- was Hunt. And that worried him, because Brian didn't know the scope of that hypothetical spell he was under, nor did he actually know what the man was and wasn't actually capable of. If Hunt had been okay, surely he would have called back.

Who: Brian to Olivia
When: 8:31AM

Olivia? You there? Olivia, it's Brian. Call me and let me know you're okay. I got attacked by those shadow-things, twice now, and I wouldn't be surprised to hear they're after you, too. Don't go in to work if they are, I give you full permission to take the day off, or as long off as you need until they aren't around. Everyone and anyone can see them-- Domino could, and he hasn't until now. Stay safe, okay? Bye.

Who: Hunt
Where: His House
When: Morning

Hunt took his security seriously. His house was a perfect example of state of the art home safety. Nothing got in without Hunt's say so. Everything that modern technology could do to make his house a fortress, Hunt had without even giving it a second thought, nevermind he lived in Marquette, which had - until recently anyway - been a sleepy little place. It had just always been his way, as far as he remembered anyhow.

Who: Brian to Hunt
Where: Voicemail
When: 2:02PM

Hey man, it's Brian. I know you're still in class and all, but this is when I've got time, so this is when you get called. My Monday kind of exploded. Wanted to apologize for, uh, disappearing the other night. It sucked, and I'm sorry I had to do it. Give me a call sometime and we'll try again? -- Oh, and Bella's back in town, in case she hasn't told you yet. Thought you might like to know. We ought to get together sometime for lunch, the three of us. Anyway, hope things are going okay with you. Talk to you soon, man. Call me back whenever, you can always leave a message if I don't pick up.

Who: Brian and Hunt
Where: The Wooden Nickel
When: Night, 10PMish

Who: Hunt and Jovie
When: Early evening
Where: Kalos Jewellery

Who: Brian and Hunt
Where: Brian's house
When: Shortly after school gets out

While first on his list of things to do probably should have been getting in touch with Hunt, the man had school to teach, and Brian was perfectly content to put things off. And then put them off some more. To be perfectly honest, he was dreading having to talk to Hunt again, with Mya's advice behind him, because he hadn't the faintest idea how to begin.

Who: Brian and Hunt
Where: A random little Italian restaurant
When: Lunchtime

Normally, Brian was picky about where he went out to eat. He had to know the cook was at least almost as good as he was, so he wouldn't spend the whole meal thinking about how he could have made whatever he was eating better or with a slightly different flavor or maybe would have cooked it longer, or something. It tended to ruin a meal for him.

Today, though, he didn't have much of a choice: when he called Hunt to invite him out for lunch, he'd picked what was open and what he knew hadn't been too badly vandalized. Besides, he wasn't sure he'd really be tasting whatever he ate, at this point, anyway. Especially not if there were more ghosts in the restaurant, like there were in the streets. So he pulled up at the little Italian place and climbed out of his car, doing his level best to ignore Torziel hopping out behind him and the dead woman passing on the sidewalk beside the tiny parking lot, instead looking around to see if the history teacher was there yet.

Who: Brian and Hunt
Where: Babylon
When: Night

Hunt had called Brian earlier on, only to get some girl answering the phone and telling him that he'd gone out to a bar. Which had surprised the guy, especially considering the over-egged warnings about being out and about in town that his friend had been delivering over the past few days. Hunt had thanked the girl and hung up, going and picking up a book to read and settling in.

Who: Brian and Hunt
Where: Hunt's house
When: 1:30PM

On top of everything else, the world had to go and ruin Brian's day even more. First, he was hungover, exhausted, tense, bored at the diner as so very few people came in, alone in the kitchen because Olivia hadn't come in and nobody else really wanted to chat, and itching to call people again and pester them to make sure they were okay. The icing on the cake, to make all of that worse? It was raining.

Who: Delilah and Hunt
When: a little after noon
Where: on the phone!

Delilah listened as the phone number she was calling switched over to voicemail. That was worrisome, but maybe not so terrible. At least it had rung. And it was possible that he didn't recognize her number and just wasn't picking up. Now, if she didn't hear back from him before sundown, then she would worry. As it was, she was worried enough about other people. She'd wanted to get in touch with John, but found that she didn't have his telephone number. Just that she'd given him her's.

Who: Brian and Hunt
Where: The phone... again ^^
When: Late morning

The diner was still pretty slow, so Brian was having plenty of opportunity to call people and check on them. Olivia down, Domino down, Mya he knew was safe, morning shift employees all accounted for and taken care of, and Manhattan out of town.... It had been a productive morning, and thankfully the worst of it had been first. no one besides Olivia and Domino were hurt.

Next on his list of "people to make sure were okay" was Hunt's name. He hadn't talked to Hunt in a week, now, not since their "the world sucks, so let's get totally smashed!" evening. He felt like he should've caught up with the man sooner, especially given his student's death and all, but hey, better late than never, right?

He punched the number in and waited, hoping for another "hey, I'm fine, but the news is freaking me out!" kind of conversation.

Who: HUnt and open!
Where: Lower Harbour park
When: Just after dark

Hunt had been out to the store to pick up some groceries and was driving home when he heard it. He didn't like to be out this late - he tried to get everything done before dark and be home, safe in his own house. He wouldn't exactly say he was scared of the dark, but a sense of compulsion stopped him going out at night any more than was strictly necessary. This was a small town, but still - he blamed it on his childhood, that had to be it. But if hadn't gone that way - there'd been some trouble with a woman who was arguing with the cashier and a long cue and it had been darkening as he finally got out of there. Getting Mutt into the car hadn't been easy, then he had to get the groceries placed and it was full dark by the time they set off.

The scream ripped through the night, audible even over the stereo as they drove past Lower Harbour Park. Hunt's first instinct was to put his foot on the accelerator and get the fuck out of there. Someone else could investigate screams - there were police who's job that was. But it was a nice night and he'd had the window down so Mutt could hang her head out and enjoy the breeze and suddenly she was out of the car and racing off into the dark, after the scream.

"Mutt!" Hunt slammed his foot on the break, bringing the car to an abrupt standstill in the road as he called for his dog. Fuck - he couldn't go off without her. He pulled to the side of the road and turned the engine off, grabbing her leash from the back seat before he left the car and headed, slowly, into the park.

He didn't like the dark. Especially not a dark that contained screams. And look - just like a horror movie, right on cue, the scream sounded again, followed by what sounded like a sob. Hunt stopped, wary. "Mutt?" he called again, hoping the dog would run out of the night and they could get the hell out of here.

Nothing.

Then there was a bark in the distance. Then a yowl and Mutt did come running - or rather limping - out of the darkness. Hunt started to back off, ready to turn and run, his adrenaline already pumping as the dog drew level and he did just that. And that was when the laughter started. That cold, hard, hollow laughter that seemed to tell him that he was definitely going to die now. And not necessarily quickly.

Hunt ran, knowing something was chasing him. He tried to judge how far it was to his car - would he make it? He didn't know. But something was chasing him. And it was laughing - enjoying the hunt.

Who: Brian and Hunt
Where: The Wooden Nickel
When: 8PM

who: hunt and lullaby
where: mshs
when: mid morning

"Remember - I need your assignments on my desk by Monday!" Hunt told his class as the bell sounded and everyone moved. Forget the New York second, Prachett hadn't ever seen a class full of kids move as the bell went. He watched as they filed out stepping forward at just the right moment. "Lullaby - could I have a quick word with you," he said as Lullaby Draven filed past his desk.

At the light touch on her arm, Lullaby stopped and looked at her teacher, catching what he said to her, as he'd waited til she was looking at him. She gave a little smile and nodded. "Okay." she said, then waited til people were sort of gone-ish. "Is everything okay? I'm not failing, am I?" she asked, feeling kinda worried. Though how she would be failing already, she had no idea. That and she was usually a good student. Granted, she'd missed a few classes lately...

Who: Brian and Hunt
Where: The phone, man
When: Around 5PM

After getting off the phone with Manhattan, Brian figured it really did seem about time to start calling around and actually telling people he was back. He had another hour to kill before heading to Anton's, it was raining a little again, he'd gotten the worst phone call out of the way already, and he could use something hopefully positive before heading out. He just hoped people weren't too curious where he'd been and why, but maybe answering would be easier after another week.

Who: Jovie and Hunt
When: Early evening
Where: Kalos Jewelry

With her computer on the fritz, according to the Nerd Genius, Jovie spent the next day simply focused on fine tuning the smaller details of her shop, including finishing scrubbing the floors and shelving, and unpacking her inventory. It was a tedious process without her computer, and she had to mark everything by hand, which took a lot longer than she would have liked. She could have waited until her computer was back, but patience was never one of Jovie's strong points and this way she could simply plug in her computer when it was returned to her and be ready to go rather than push everything back an extra day.

She worked well into evening in her small back storage room, enjoying the storm that raged outside of the shop. It calmed her as she worked, even if the occasional clap of thunder and flash of lightening had her lights flickering quite a bit. She'd have to get the electrical wiring checked, just in case the electricity was prone to going out in these kinds of storms. Finally, with the storage area more or less clean and organized, Jovie grabbed the small cardboard box of cleaning supplies and carried it into the front of the store along with the clipboard holding her checklist. The figure standing under the stone awning above her doorway caught her eye immediately and she paused a moment, internally debating what to do before she set the box down on the counter top. Pulling off the yellow rubber gloves, she walked over to the front door where the guy was standing with his back to her. "Can I help you?" she asked, peering outside past the guy to where the rain was pounding along the sidewalks and streets.

Who: Hunt and Delilah
When: a little after the last bell
Where: MSHS

Delilah had almost canceled the meeting she had with the head of Marquette Senior High's special needs program when the skies opened up and let the storm down around lunchtime. But in the end she hadn't, half-telling herself that it was for the benefit of her students. Coordinating their future education with what they were learning now was important, after all, and she always enjoyed these meetings anyway. So she'd come, and run into the building from the cab, getting fairly soaked in the process. Alexi had been left at the elementary school, because no one could concentrate with the smell of wet dog, and he was always too much of a distraction to any students passing by.

After a productive talk during the last period of the day, she waited until all the students had filtered out of the hallways in their rush to get home. Delilah slung her messenger bag -- which was now stuffed with materials she'd been given -- over her shoulder and assured the woman that she could find her way out. Unfolding her white cane and resettling her sunglasses on her nose, she started out of the classroom and down the hallway, smiling just a touch.

Hunt hadn't pushed any of his classes today. Between the murders last week and the now missing students - evidenced very clearly by the holes in his classes - he'd taken it easy. All of the quizzes and most of the homework he'd had planned went in the bin and he'd turned a blind eye to the students who hadn't turned up. As long as they were in their next scheduled class, he'd be fine - if they weren't, then he'd start to worry. Of course, the upside of that was that he didn't have his usual pile of marking to do - though, in the scheme of things, he didn't think it was much of a trade-off. He'd stayed a little late, as he usually did, sorting things out for the next day before he gathered his things and stepped out into the corridor.