Journey

[Yumi Nikita]

Yumi looked at Damaris then gave Phatima a wide smile before walking towards the door the the bed and breakfast. She paused at the door and waited for the two to go in first. She didn't want to go in alone after what had happened earlier, at least what she remembered of earlier.

[Phatima Zenn]

Cautiously he pushes open the door, drawing his pistol in the other hand.

Can't be too careful

Entering the room, he finds the place to be deserted, beaten down, and the faint aroma of blood lingers.

"Damaris, stay outside with Yumi, I'll check the house for unwanted residents"

He put his back against the wall and crept around to the dining room, now holding both guns, swinging around and aiming he looked into the room, cobwebs lay everywhere, the cracks through the MDF covering the window leaked in a soft orange glow, this place had been long deserted.
Now exploring the rooms upstairs, he found three rooms, one was locked, the other two contained a single bed, a chair, and facilities for making beverages. Shooting the lock off the third door he discovered the bathroom, apart from cobwebs, this place was still clean, and the smell of blood was replaced with detergent, flicking on the light, a small pop was heard, the bulb had just blown.

Damnit, I hope Yumi doesn't mind showering in the dark

Checking the taps to see if the water still worked, a clunking sound of pipes echoed through the house, before the tap shot from the sink, water began to spray the bathroom. Grabbing a cloth from the sink, he plugged up the hole.

One shower...

Leaving the bathroom he holstered his pistols, the house was safe. He called downstairs.

"It's safe, we have water, but no lights, Electricity seems fine, so we can get some warm food in the kitchen..."

The kitchen...

[Damaris Y Blaidd]

Damaris nodded slightly at Phatima as he entered the building.
She glanced at Yumi. The smell of the drying blood filled her nostrils, and the wolf twitched. Luckily its hunger had been satisfied for the moment.
Hurry up…. She thought to herself, watching the door impatiently

[Phatima Zenn]

Opening the kitchen door, he saw sitting down in a chair, bent over, the frame of an old woman, immobile. Next to her was an ashtray, the remains of a ciggarette lay in it, stone cold. When his eyes got used to the darkness he saw that the woman had been shot, through the mouth, and out of the back of her skull, the gun hung in her lifeless hand.

Poor woman... probably too old for this madness, I can still feel the chill from the law firm...

"Damaris, Yumi, you can come in now, the shower room, and I literally mean, shower room, is upstairs, I just need to scout the kitchen for some supplies."

He lifted the body, and dragged it to the rear patio, placing it in a compost heap, and covering it up.

I'm sure Yumi doesn't need to see that, but atleast we know why it's deserted

Scouting through the cupboards he found they were fully stocked, putting aside the now toxic ones, due to age, he placed what was edible on the centre table. To his right he spotted a large, almost hidden door, a crack of light was at the bottom, he turned the handle.

Locked...

He shot the lock, the cellar light was on, but no-one was home, in the cellar there were several shelves, full of wine, untapped, the vintage dating back to the 1800's.

Now, this would be great if I didn't have a job to do...

Walking back upstairs he sat down at the kitchen table, and clicked open a can of soft drink, and took a swig.

[Markus Valentine]

Markus silently appeared behind Phatima, probably through the back door, shotgun slung over his back. He had an unlit cigarette in his mouth and he was rooting through his pockets.

“Didn’t happen to find a lighter in this mess did you?” He asked, frowning, still with the cigarette between his lips. “Oh, respectful thing you did, moving the body. Maybe you could inform her next of kin or something now”

[Phatima Zenn]

"It's about time you showed up."

He tossed a box of matches over his shoulder.

"Drink? We've got a few cans up here, and there's some wine down in the cellar."

Spinning around on the chair he looked at Markus, tipping his hat.

"Yumi should have found her way to the 'Shower Room' about now, We've got company with us, she's looking for the Circle too, apparently she knows roughly where it is, Her Name's Damaris, Lycan. The job is still secret, I imagine she's making sure Yumi's allright."

He then shot Markus a quizzical look.

"And where... have you been?"

[Markus Valentine]

Markus instinctively caught the pack of matches and fiddled with them as he listened to Phatima, nodding.
Things are getting interesting, he thought to himself as he stuck a match.

They probably allow smoking in here. I don’t see any signs telling me otherwise

He lit the cigarette and took a long drag on it, smirking at Phatimas question.

“Well, I found heard a woman screaming nearby so I ran to check that out. Some other feral vampire got to her before I could unfortunately, so I had to kill them both before she turned. You know how it is.” He explained rather casually.

“Wine you say… Ill make a note of this place then. I'm sort of on duty myself.” He laughed quietly to himself as he spoke before taking another shorter drag on the cigarette, smoke slowly filling the room but escaping through the open back door.

[Yumi Nikita]

Yumi happily trotted inside and followed Phatima's directions to the 'shower' room. Upon entering the room, she noticed that the floor was wet, as were the walls. A confused look covered her face. "Damaris-san, this isn't a shower room.." She small girl said as she walked over to the sink and looked curiously at the plugged tap. She reached out and pulled out the plug, water spraying everywhere. Her long, silver hair which had fallen out of it's ponytail became soggy and heavy. Yumi squealed at the cold water and tried to shake off a feeling that she felt in her mind, a small pang of her wolf instincts.
She turned to face Damaris, completely soaked. "Can I have some new clothes?" She asked, looking down her body at the scraps of material that kept her dignity and clung to her soaked body.

[Damaris Y Blaidd]

Damaris followed Yumi as the young lycan entered the building. As she stepped inside, she sniffed and wrinkled her nose in disgust. The whole place stank of death.
What happened here? She thought. No... better not to ask, I think. She followed Yumi up the stairs and into the 'shower room'.
"Yumi, don't pull the..." Her sentence was cut short as Yumi pulled the plug out of the tap, spraying them both with water.
Well... at least the blood is gone now.
She shook herself and wrung her long hair out with her hands, squeezing the water from it the best she could.
"Uhm..." She hesitated. Where am I going to find clean clothes in this place?
"Of course you can..." She said, unsure. "Just as soon as we find you some..."
She looked around the room. There was a large towel hanging on a rail near the door. It was still dry, the spray from the tap hadn't reached it. She picked it up and handed it to Yumi.
"Best wrap yourself in this and dry off until I find you something to wear..."

[Phatima Zenn]

Hearing the noise from upstairs, he guessed that Yumi and Damaris had found the 'Shower Room'.

"That'll be them now, I'm not sure how Damaris would react to you, so how do you want to play this?"

[Markus Valentine]

Markus looked back to the shotgun slung over his shoulder, hanging loosely behind him. He thought for a second.

“However this Damaris reacts, I’m sure I’ll be ready. Hopefully they won’t try and kill me. That’s all getting so old now.” Markus explained, stretching his arms out to his side casually. He placed his cigarette butt into an ashtray nearby.

“Saying that…” Markus began, looking thoughtful for the first time in a while. “I’m not sure how to react if she should try and hit on me or something. That’s a bit of a rare case nowadays” He said, chuckling to himself. “It’s not me, it’s this town!” He jested, laughing again.

[Phatima Zenn]

"Then perhaps we should wait and see..."

Looking up he noticed that the cieling was getting damp.

"It appears that they've found the shower," He chuckled to himself "they shouldn't be long now."

He crushed the coke can in his hands, opened another, and began to drink.

[Damaris Y Blaidd]

((Considering Yumi hasn't been online for a few days, I'm posting again. Prod me if I'm wrong to do so. ^_^))

Damaris stepped out onto the landing again. She sniffed.
Cigarette smoke? she shrugged it off and continued her search. Below her, she could hear Phatima talking... Talking to himself I assume.... Then she heard the other voice. What is this? The wolf in her growled quietly. Thoughts of ambush and betrayal flashed across her mind. She silenced them quickly. Betrayal? These people are nothing to you, you helped them because they needed help. What do you care if there is another here?
She glanced behind her at Yumi.
"Stay here a moment. I won't be long."
She smiled at her in an attempt to reassure her, and then turned and strode across the landing. She approached the closed door at the other end. Before she opened it, she paused, and removed her quiver from her back. She checked each arrow and her bow carefully, before replacing it, satisfied that none of them had been damaged by the water.
She opened the door cautiously, one hand hovering near her hip. If there was any danger in here, her gun would be easier to grab for than her bow.

[Phatima Zenn]

(( I thought you were opening the kitchen door. I'm on some sort of drugged cola, leave me alone ))

[Damaris Y Blaidd]

Damaris hesitated near the door, sniffing.
The smell of death has not reached here… unfortunately, the damp has.
The room smelt of mildew – the window had been left open, and rain had soaked into the carpet. Keeping one hand near her gun, she stepped into the room and flicked the light switch. Nothing.
I guess the wiring has gone or something…
She glanced around the room – this was obviously a master bedroom. There was a double bed in the centre of the room; the sheets were beginning to rot away from exposure to the cold air and damp. There was a chest of drawers to the left of the bed. Damaris skirted around the bed and opened the top drawer. It contained a few pairs of underwear and a pile of socks, most of them odd. She found the smallest, hole-free pair and stuffed them into her pocket, before closing the drawer.
Lucky the damp hasn’t got into here…
She opened and searched the rest of the drawers. By the time she had finished, she held the socks, as well as a tshirt she hoped wouldn’t be too big on Yumi and a pair of leggings. She ripped the bottoms off the leggings so that they would at least not be too long, and went to leave. As an after thought, she looked down at her own tattered outfit – her shirt was missing most of the left sleeve and had ripped in several places across the back. Her trousers were in an even worse state – the material of the right leg was matted to her skin with her own blood and ripped, and mud had found its way up the backs of her legs.
She considered changing, but thought better of it.
I doubt the woman who lived here has anything that would fit me… from the looks of it, she was a lot smaller than me.
She stepped out onto the landing again, closing the door behind her. She flinched as the musty, dead smell hit her again.
And the sooner I get out of here, the better