[color=silver] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ZxYFKpN.png[/img][/center] [center][color=black][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [center][color=tan][b]Location:[/b][/color] Vex’s Apartment • [color=tan][b]Time:[/b][/color] Friday Night[/center] [center][color=tan][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@Tae] Elodie, [@Tpartywithzombi] Vex • [color=tan][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [/center] [center][color=black][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] Leaving the apartment, Sean's movement back to his vehicle was many levels more relaxed. There were fewer unknowns in play, and the concerns he still had, would come from Vex’s mouth. [Color=tan][i]Maybe I can get a free touch-up from her… Nah, I’m definitely getting one after this vampire S&M shit I have to clean up.[/i][/color] Opening up the building side door to the parking lot, Sean sighed. The rain was coming down much harder now, making him add more to the list of things he’d take as payment for this. With a slight twitching of his lips, he proceeded forward into the night sky’s shower. His boots splattered in soon-to-be puddles, as he pressed forward to his truck. [Color=tan][i]It could have been worse… Or better.[/i][/color] Sometimes Sean was itching for action, even if he didn't know it before things broke out into chaos. There was a pride and strength in it that was too difficult to describe. It kept one from being complacent about the lifeblood running through their veins, the sharpness of their reflexes, and their definition of mortality. The vampires and fae could claim immortality, but he'd put enough in the dirt to know that was far from an absolute. If anything, their mortality just needed a little more encouragement—a nudge and a well-placed blade or bullet. Going to the back seats, Sean opened up a black tough-box taking up most of the seating space in the back. Inside were an organized assortment of black cases and a simple igloo cooler. Opening up the cooler, there was a jar with an amber colored liquid and a crooked white label with “ELODIE” written on it in block-style letters on dry ice. The antidote was originally meant for Elodie if a situation ever arose where she'd need it. Another jar rested beside it on the ice. It was darker in color. The label on it didn't have a name or a word. Instead, there was a sinister smiling face flashing a single fang. Sean gave this jar a wink. [Color=tan]“I’ll find some use for you, but probably not tonight.”[/color] He whispered before retrieving the antidote and leaving the cooler open. Next, he reached for one of the black cases beside the cooler, opening it up to retrieve a sterile syringe. However, as he reached for it, he felt a pull at his waist. His holster, enchanted to pull him where his skills might be needed. He ignored it, prepping the syringe now so Vex wouldn't see how many safety nets he had on him. [Color=tan][i]That should be enough… shit, the thing's trying to yank me across the parking lot. I’m doing shit already![/i][/color] Sean looked down toward the holster with a scowl before he dropped the jar into the cooler, shut it, and then shut the toughbox. Closing the rear door of the truck, Sean headed back toward the building. He might have walked with the same swagger as he had coming out here, but the tug on his waist had become less of a nuisance, and more like an alarm ringing for him to hurry fuck up. From relaxed to brisk, Sean headed into the apartment building, the holstering continuing its pull in the same direction. [Color=tan][i]What’s happening? What did I miss?[/i][/color] He thought of the worst of the two sitting ducks he’d left in the apartment, and then as he reached the second floor, he heard a woman’s scream. Most would have started running, but Sean only lengthened his gait and unholstered his pistol. A neighbor peeked his head out to see what might be going on, but just seeing Sean, masked while carrying a pistol and syringe, prompted him to quickly shut his door. [Color=tan][i]206[/i][/color] The door. The only thing keeping him from uncovering what was on the other side was its own existence. It wasn't completely shut, but that favorable detail did not stop him from kicking into with startling swiftness. The door swung open. His pistol was drawn and braced by his forearm. And the visage of Hollow emerged through the doorway, where he found Vex pinning down Elodie, cigarette comfortably between her lips. His mask hid his glance toward Elodie, being the only break in his focus from the sight posts of his firearm. [Color=tan]“I don't fire warning shots, Vex. Get off the vamp.”[/color] His leg kicked backward at the loosely swinging door, shutting it behind him. [Color=tan]“Come here and get your fucking medicine.”[/color] As tough as an act Sean put on, he wouldn't shoot Vex. Sean just hoped she wouldn't pick up on that. He had a hunch something was off with her, likely delirium, and finding a stranger in her apartment didn’t help with that from the look of things. [Color=tan][i]Elodie[/i][/color] He took a controlled breath through his nose, trying not to keep his concern for her out of this. … … … … Maybe he would shoot Vex. [/color]