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[color=#E81313][b]Location ➣[/b] The church
[b]Interactions ➢[/b] Wyatt Carver ([@Helo])
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Lilith had been in Idaho when she got the call. Yasmine had said she was in South Mexico and that she couldn't make it in time, but Lilith could. After she wrapped up her current job. She had to rush things, which almost ended in a mistake that could have gotten a chunk taken out of her neck, but she managed to make a couple heads roll. After cleaning up, she hit the road. Pinny was a good old girl, bringing her all over the country. She needed some work done, but Lilith was willing to cough up the money for her. She couldn't imagine not having her car. She made a few stops, for shorts rests, but for the most part, she drove. A lot.

She was used to it. She just blared her music and lost herself in the words and the lines on the road. If the weather permitted it, she'd let her hair be blown around by the whipping wind, screaming songs and using her steering wheel as a drum. It helped keep her awake. She got held up in Ohio. She hunkered down at a little motel for a shower and a couple hours of sleep, and discovered her neighbor was a vampire. She wasn't deaf; she heard the muffled shouts of help from the scantily clad woman he had brought into his room earlier. He must have thought the woman was quiet enough.

Lilith almost didn't kick the door down in time. But, she managed to save the woman, and turn another vampire into dust. She stayed longer than she expected to comfort the shocked woman. She also had to stress the fact the woman couldn't go around, saying vampires existed. After the woman's friend came and got her, Lilith cleaned up the mess and booked it out of there. She had been planning to arrive a day early, to settle in and get some proper rest. Now, though, she was rolling into town the morning she was supposed to meet the priest of the church and the other hunters.

She found a local coffee shop, nearly running in there. Nothing beat local coffee shops, not even Starbucks. And Lilith had a Starbucks rewards card. She ordered the largest, blackest coffee they had, cursing silently. She hadn't dressed for the weather. It was warm in the coffee shop, but her jacket wasn't made to fight off the light snowfall outside. She held her warm coffee close as she raced back out to her car.

She nearly slipped, face growing hot in embarrassment even though she was sure nobody saw. She put the heat on high, though it'd take Pinny a minute to start blowing out hot air. She needed to find a cheap motel, so she could change into more proper clothing. She typically stuck to the warmer states. She grew up in Texas, she wasn't used to this biting chill in the air. She found a motel, almost on the outskirts of town, and got herself a room. She changed into something much warmer; a long-sleeved grey sweater that had [i]Slay[/i] in gold cursive across the chest. She snickered at the fact she literally [i]did[/i] slay, and added a thick green jacket on top of that. She wrapped a green and grey scarf around her neck to cover her exposed ears, tucking it into her buttoned-up jacket. She found her thickest jeans, and put her black boots over them. Between her outfit and the coffee, she should be warmer now.

It was pretty early, but she decided to head towards the church anyway. What could it hurt? If nobody was there, she could go find breakfast somewhere. She left the motel and drove to the church, following the signs to it. It would have been a longer walk than was comfortable in the weather. She needed to adjust to it. She parked fairly close to the church on the street; there were plenty of spots, probably because of the hour and the fact it wasn't Sunday. She noticed a blue pickup truck nearby, and felt she had seen it before. She couldn't put her finger on it, though.

She made sure she had some of her weapons on her; Blanche Devereaux, her flask, was tucked safely away into the inside pocket of her jacket. Lucy Ricardo, her holy water-filled necklace, was hidden by her scarf. Ali and Mayweather, her cross rings, were securely on one finger of each hand. Stevie, her lock picking kit, was in her right jacket pocket. Yo Ho, her machete, was tucked safely away in her trunk. She didn't feel comfortable bringing that out in public. Her colts, Rizzo and Frenchy, however, she was torn on. She was entering a church. She couldn't say what she believed in. She had beliefs in a higher power, but what that higher power was, she didn't know.

She decided she'd rather be safe than sorry. They were hidden by her jacket since it was long enough to cover her hips. Other times, she'd have them in a chest holster, sometimes even thigh holsters, depending on her outfit. She felt like the hip holsters wouldn't add too much bulk, since she was already in thick clothing. She'd just make sure to keep her jacket on. If there was a God, he'd forgive her for being safe. After all, vampires were roaming, so he should understand.

She crossed the street securely holding her coffee and entered the church. It wasn't much warmer in here, but there was some improvement. She gazed around the older building as she walked farther inside. It was beautiful, but then, her eye caught sight of the man in front of the Virgin Mary statue. Her red lips parted in surprise. 

"[color=#E81313]Wyatt Carver, is that you?![/color]" she cried, a bit too loudly, her Southern accent echoing back in the large room. She cringed at her own loudness, glancing around, before getting closer. She felt the need to reach out and touch him, but resisted. They weren't [i]that[/i] close, and she knew some people didn't like that. "[color=#E81313]Well, ain't this just a pleasant surprise! Got the same call to duty, huh?[/color]" she heard her phone, an older version of a Samsung, beep in her back pocket, signaling a text message, but ignored it in favor of talking to an old friend.

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[color=831D50][b]Location ➱[/b] The manor
[b]Interactions ➯[/b] Nobody
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Sebastian gingerly put the pen back to the paper, slowly writing something down, before looking back at the book opened in front of him. He had hid himself in the library all night, reading a book titled [i]101 Tips to Writing Poetry.[/i] He would not admit he was learning, and that he was getting better at taking notes and hand-writing in general. He had to find something to pass the time, however, and poetry had always interested him. He had already wrote a couple himself, but he would never show another soul.

He had been at this for hours, and turned the last page of the book. He returned it to its spot in the library, eyes briefly going over to the computer in the room. He still hadn't learned how to use one of those. They seemed... overwhelming. Learning to read and write was enough of a challenge. He enjoyed it, though. One of the few things he found enjoyment in these days. He folded the paper up, slipping it into his pants pocket, and returned the pen to its rightful place on the desk.

He sunk down into a plush chair, staring at nothing in particular. He could slip into a dazed state very easily, and be in one for hours, nothing but the sounds around him going through his head. A type of mediation that helped keep himself grounded. He especially needed it when in the manor. He had his RV to disappear to when he got overwhelmed with anything, even bought a small plot of land to park it on, yet he stayed in the manor a lot.

He was trying to become more social with his fellow vampires, and so, he spent as much time as he could handle in the same house as them. The manor was large enough that he could disappear when need be, but he was trying to be... nicer. More warm. Though, when his keen hearing picked up on Kyle arriving back home, he sunk further down into the plush chair. He had no desire to go say hello to anybody at the moment. It did help him realize it must be morning, though, since Kyle did work. Perhaps Sebastian should work on getting one of those job things. It'd give him something else to do. With a sigh, he stayed hunkered down in the library, starting to ignore the world around him again.