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Post by Teagan on Jul 20, 2009 21:49:54 GMT -5
As expected, Art entered the room and announced her room ready for the night. Teagan almost laughed as he caught the drastically different tone of the room. His confusion was priceless.
"Am I interrupting?"
"Interrupting? No, not at all." Teagan grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. "We were just getting acquainted. Knocking someone over really doesn't do the job." All it did was stop the poor girl from getting her tea...oh right. The tea. Dang it. Maybe she'd hit up the place in the morning for a nice, cool cup of the blend.
In the meantime, she should probably figure out where she would spend the night...and plan retaliation. She headed towards Art, ready to follow him to the second floor.
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Post by Casey on Jul 23, 2009 1:13:58 GMT -5
 Of course she said they weren’t doing anything. Their faces said it all. Those two were up to something, it was written all over their faces. If they weren’t up to something Art was a mongoose. “Rooms ready,” he repeated pointing behind him, “Are we going up now or do you want to talk more?” He turned and started walking up the stairs. Each step making him more nervous. It never turned out well when Deacon had that look on his face. Art wished he knew what his brother was thinking. It made his life easier. “So when’s your friend showing up?” |
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Post by Teagan on Jul 24, 2009 7:01:19 GMT -5
With a last glance at Deacon, Teagan bounced up the stairs after the younger Rook. Half-way up, Art paused and turned back to her. Did he look slightly nervous? Not quite positive about her assumption, she quizzically lifted an eyebrow.
"So when's your friend showing up?"
Darn him. And she was doing so well forgetting about that little detail. "Casey? Um..." Her hand tan unconciously through her hair. "Well, to be honest, I'm not...quite...sure. I know, it sounds crazy, but I actually got this text asking me to help out with something..." Teagan noted Art's eyes widening a little. "And since I happened to be in the area and not busy, I decided to help."
...the silence really bugged her.
"Greater good, right?"
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Post by Aiden on Jul 26, 2009 14:38:05 GMT -5
After helping Deacon out with the loading and the unloading, Aiden headed over to his car, again expending his suspiscions. Maybe there had been something he missed before, some variable he didn't think to include, some site he hadn't run it through. Thank god for Deacon's free wireless connection, Aiden sat in the driver seat of his car, laptop in his lap, running the name through different sites he had hacked into; the internet could be your greatest tool, and when a simple search of a name into a usual browser didn't work, he got technical. DMV, FBI, police records, a number of other official networks he was using, running the alias "Casey Sanders" through. He'd done this at least ten times before, probably more, and still nothing came up. Not even fingerprints. He frowned, cursed silently, and closed the laptop, carrying it inside with him.
He took a seat at the bar, not caring in the least about being underage and sitting at the bar itself. He was used to doing so back in the tavern where he lived, and the cops didn't question it there. He propped the laptop back open, and pulled up various news sites, email accounts, and other programs, navigating quickly and thouroughly. He glanced up at Deacon, that suspicion not leaving him. "Are you sure the name is right? I mean, not even a birth certificate came up, and I can't make any other names out of that, if he's using an anagram....any other Casey's?" There was irritation in his voice, and as he glanced back at the screen, he took a moment to look at his surroundings. The other two were gone. "Art's not big on displays of public affection, huh?" |
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Post by Casey on Jul 28, 2009 20:49:36 GMT -5
Art involuntarily stopped in his tracks when he heard the name Casey. That man caused problems by breathing. Worse Teagan had no clue as to why she had been contacted. The way she was talking about, it couldn’t be any other Casey. Besides the Rooks had never been lucky enough to encounter coincidences. “The greater good my ass,” he muttered as the color draining from his face. He grabbed a hold of her wrist and started toward what would be her room. “You’re sure the name on the text Casey?” He asked in a hurried tone, “You’re one hundred percent positive?” One of them had a lot of explaining to do and Art was betting this time it would be him doing the most talking.  The problem had never been Aiden sitting at the bar. So when he did, Deacon didn’t even flinch. As long as the kid didn’t try to reach under the bar they were cool. “Nah, he’s not but then again,” he set a soda in front of Aiden, “He doesn’t have a girl friend either. Teagan is just a poor girl I bumped into in town. She says she’s waiting on a friend.” His features darkened and paused before continuing, “What she says and what’s truth aren’t necessarily the same. Name dropped a Casey earlier, been careful not to say it again ever since. Might not be the same person, but given our luck…” Deacon held up his hands in a defeated manner. “She isn’t like you and Jeff. That bit scares me, she ain’t a hunter and she’s getting pulled in. Whatever that bastards up to,” he paused again shaking his head, “I wish I knew what went on in that guy’s head.” |
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Post by Teagan on Jul 29, 2009 0:09:54 GMT -5
#9) The Stranger out to get little kids does exist, and he lives in the town you head to.
Her intentions had been good. Really. Art asked a question, Teagan answered it. She had thought the boy was just being kind by initiating a polite conversation, but clearly there was something more at stake here. When he grabbed her wrist and practically dragged her down the wooden hall, she wondered what exactly she had gotten herself into.
"I can show you the text, if you want. Unless I'm suddenly dyslexic, it was Casey." She paused for a moment, recent headlines flooding back. "Oh no, he's not that serial killer, is he?"
How could she be so stupid? It was the classic 'help the stranger find his lost puppy' act that got kids abducted every day! Teagan internally moaned. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. She had left the place of safety to be delivered into the hands of a psychopath. And all for what? Summer kicks?
Her parents would have a heart attack if they ever caught a whiff of this.
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Post by Aiden on Jul 29, 2009 1:03:27 GMT -5
When all else failed, when even the FBI didn't have something, there was a lot a simple browser search could do. Browsers could bring up nicknames, and if Casey Sanders was a nickname, he might just have some luck. Throwing a pair of quotes around the name as he typed away at his computer at the bar, he hit enter. Several search results came up with the same name, and as Aiden glanced at the sites; some model, some female in California, and a basketball player, all of them people that couldn't be hunters. He frowned, cursed, and shut the browser down, going through the news from the past few days in Portland. Mostly all political stuff, road closures, nothing that jumped out at Aiden as having to due with supernatural beings. The town being quiet while he was gone...that was either a good thing, or a bad thing. He hoped for the prior, since he would be not as active on his hunting while he had to train Yuki back in Portland.
At Deacon's words, Aiden felt a sinking feeling inside of him; this girl was sent by Casey? First Aiden and Jeff, then Yuki, and now this girl, Teagan. Was Casey just plucking random people off the streets to be recruits? This girl was probably younger than Aiden was! "Let's hope that it isn't the same damn Casey. This guy...I wish I had more information on him so I could find him and give him a piece of my mind...and maybe my foot up his ass, but I can't. He doesn't exist, at least, not Casey Sanders. Its an alias, and like I said, I can't figure any anagrams out." Now Aiden wasn't happy at all, and his laptop mocked his progress with trying to find Casey as it showed the blank window. "Damn, I really wish you would just give me a drink...God knows we all need one." Taking in a foreigner, and a teenager to train to kill supernatural beings...great. |
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Post by Casey on Jul 29, 2009 2:01:32 GMT -5
A humorless laugh escaped his lips as he pulled Teagan into her room. “He’s not a serial killer,” he mumbled sitting on the bed, “As far as I know he only helps people. Yeah, I’d like to take a look at that text.” Art ran a hand through his hair and took off his glasses. If it was Casey, this was going to be interesting. Teagan didn’t seem like a hunter, she certainly wasn’t like Aiden or Jefferson. He motioned for her to sit and waited for the phone. |
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Post by Teagan on Jul 29, 2009 2:07:49 GMT -5
Teagan breathed a sigh of relief as Art demolished her suspicions. Good. That problem came and went fast. And as for only helping people out, maybe she hadn't actually made that bad of a judgement call. She followed him into the room she would be staying in and placed her backpack by the closet before pulling out the phone. It only took a moment to scroll through her messages (since she had had none after escaping the bus), and she tossed the phone to Art.
"See? Came in earlier today." Teagan took the offered place on the bed. "Kinda confusing."
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Post by Casey on Jul 29, 2009 2:28:36 GMT -5
It was sounding more and more like Casey each moment. Things not making sense or being weird? Definitely his territory. Art was a little surprised when Teagan didn’t sit down. He raised an eyebrow as she pulled out the phone. The phone landed with a muffled thud and Art carefully picked it up. The color drained from his face. “Shit.” He carefully reread the text. This was definitely his kind of message. “Yeah,” Art’s mouth felt dry, “this is from Casey.” He grabbed an handful of hair and pulled slightly. Art let out a frustrated sigh before releasing his grip. For a brief second his thoughts flashed to Aiden. The hunter had explained what he knew to his brother and a bit to him. Then he remembered how blunt Aiden was. Art may have not known as much as the older boy but he did have a bed side manner. “What do you know about the Supernatural?” |
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Post by Teagan on Jul 29, 2009 2:52:32 GMT -5
When Art let the choice words slip from his mouth, Teagan wondered what exactly was going through the boy's head. He knew Casey, that was a no-brainer. From his reaction, the elusive Casey must have some sort of stigma attached to his persona. Teagan was mulling over the possibilites when Art asked a question she would not have expected in a million years.
The supernatural? What the heck did that have to do with anything?
She blinked, trying to decide if Art was seriously. Quite so, from the frustration evident on his expression. Well...she knew that monsters weren't under the bed (she had checked) and that ghost weren't real. Otherwise....
"Um, assuming the question has anything to do with Casey, I don't know that much about it," Teagan shrugged. "My parents didn't support that kind of nonsense."
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Post by Casey on Jul 29, 2009 3:31:50 GMT -5
“Doesn’t matter whether they supported it or not,” the word support felt weird on his tongue. Pinching the bridge of his nose he wondered how he would handle this. He sighed, “It doesn’t change a damn thing.” One, he was sure she wasn’t a hunter. Two, this was going to be very hard. He could understand that she was probably going to think he was insane but he still was much happier it was him instead of Aiden. The hunter would just rip her a new one. As far as he was considered Teagan didn’t need a new one. “The supernatural, supranatural, whatever you want to call it, exists,” he looked up at her trying to gage her reaction, “ghosts, vamps, werewolves and even shapeshifters. It sounds crazy but I swear I’m telling the honest to God truth.” |
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Post by Teagan on Jul 29, 2009 3:39:53 GMT -5
Teagan paused for a moment, letting the revelation sink in. Crud. Out of all the people fate put her in a room with, it had to be crazy people. Clinically insane, she would bet, if they had ever seen a doctor. She listened tensely to his description, attempting to pick up any note of jest. There was none.
"You believe that? Seriously?"
If he laughed and told her he was kidding, she would relax a bit and retaliate later. But, if for some odd reason Art confirmed her suspicions....
Teagan would bolt as fast as she could.
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Post by Casey on Jul 29, 2009 19:39:26 GMT -5
She was giving him that look. The look that said, “I’m in the same room as a psycho, where is something heavy and sharp to defend myself with?” At least she wasn’t running or yelling. Yet, Art wasn’t that blinded by relief. “I don’t believe in it,” he said defeated, “Belief requires faith with little to no evidence. When you have evidence, it’s no longer believing, it’s knowing. I know that they are supernatural creatures.” He snorted and shook his head. He couldn’t believe he was talking about this. “If it’s any comfort I’m new to all this just like you.” |
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Post by Teagan on Jul 29, 2009 20:22:16 GMT -5
#10) You will learn the hard way that summer camp is probably the safest place to be.
"I'm aware of that...thought process," she said. And it was true; with sufficient evidence, almost anything could be believable. But she suddenly saw the flaw in that system. If anything could be believable, at some point you were going to have one pulled over you. And it probably wasn't the best time to be had when with strangers in a city far from home.
New to this? He sounded like he had been brainwashed into a cult.
And, on that happy note, Teagan slowly backed off of the bed and towards the door. "Look, Art. You seem like a nice guy...but to be quite honest, this is insane." And she had spent way too much time there already. In a flash she ran down the hallway, nearly tripping over the stairs. She had to get out. Leaving camp was a terrible, terrible idea. Or following strangers. Neither led down a path of safety, and she was an idiot for not seeing that at the beginning. At the bar, Aiden had returned and was conversing with Deacon when she ran through.
Teagan caught Deacon's eye and paused for a moment, not sure even what expression he read on her face. "Please don't be crazy too." Without another word, she flew out the door, down the steps, and into the rain. Teagan didn't stop until she was completely drenched and a mile away.
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