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Thread: Wicked Game

When Sam was done yelling, she'd hear snoring coming from another area of the building near by. If she moved towards the sound, eventually she'd come to a large figure sprawled out along an old, battered couch. Booted feet crossed and propped up on a torn arm. Part of the newspaper covering the mans face floating up slightly with each rumbling snore. One burly arm hung off the side of the couch, the weathered hand seeming to reach for a half empty bottle of whiskey just out of it's grasp even while he slept. It would seem Sam would need to yell louder to get Charlie's attention. Click to expand... You old cooger... She muttered, slightly amused. He calls her on a proposition, and then goes to pass out. It must be a bad one if he drunk himself in a stupor. Women in trouble, he wouldn't bother. Children... She debated for a few minutes on what to do and then smiled. He did like his whiskey... With a grin, she picked up the half empty bottle of whiskey and began to pour it out onto the rubble around the floor. Charlie could sleep like the dead, but if he heard whiskey being wasted, he came up a swinging. Which of course meant that Sam was a good distance away so she didn't get whacked herself. When he awoke, he'd see her standing there in her standard dark red leather biking outfit, boots, pants and top, all fitting like a dream...pouring out his whiskey...a nightmare.
Thread: Wicked Game

When the bottle was taken completely out of reach, the hand that hand been trying to get to it seemed to curl slightly. Then the pouring started. A snore, cut off halfway. Lots of sniffing that stopped suddenly after a long inhale. In what almost seemed like one movement belying his age and previous apparent sobriety, the hand on the ground would come up and rip the paper from his face, the booted feet would stomp to the ground, leaving him in a sitting position, hands planted to either side of him about to propel him off and into whoever dared to spill his whiskey. Who in the blue hell - His eyes managed to focus on the figure holding the upturned bottle, travelling up from the booted feet, following the curves, to the top of fiery hair. ... He sat back, a hand coming up to rub his temples and eyes with a groan. Oh. You're here. Then he looked up at here. Eyes moving from her to the upside down, empty bottle, to the amber pool on the ground, and back to her. Another groan. I must have finally drank myself to death and gone to hell.
Thread: Wicked Game

She smiled again. It was nice to see that some people never changed. She didn't know it, but Charlie would be able to see how haunted she was haunted but determined. That's what you get for sleeping on the job, Charlie. she tried for a mocking tone, but it fell a little flat. But I'll drink you under the table on my tab after we finish this one, how's that sound? Making a bargain like that with the old coot would likely get his ass in gear. Then we'll see who will owe more to charity this time. She could drink him under the table, but he won at cards hands down. So give me more details. We have white slavers? In Gtown? It's hard to believe that this could be going on under everyone's noses. What is it you want me to do?
Thread: Wicked Game

His dark eyes lit up at her proposal and he snorted at her claim of his slacking off. You're on kiddo. And I was jus' restin' my eyes a bit before you showed up. The eyes darkened again, his head tilting to the side slightly as he looked at her with a frown. Something seemed off. Maybe it was just this job. He'd see after he filled her in more. He waved a hand dismissively with a grunt. People are either too scared, paid off, or have a case of sudden onset blindness when questioned by the cops. Yes, it's a white slave ring... Who seem to favor kids. He sighed and stood up, walking over to a peer out through a crack in a boarded up window, a massive hand scratching his smooth, bald head. I got a call from an old contact asking if I could help. Cops can't do shit. They've tried, but half the women you can't tell apart from the men, most of what's left look like cops, and the rest, well... They've tried to get someone inside a couple times. They've either been found floating face down in the lake, or not found at all. What I want you to do... He turned to face her again, looking her over once more. The small light coming through the crack in the window illuminating him and causing tiny specks of dust to dance in the light around him. Still not sure whether he should tell her the job or tell her to just go home. She looked like hell. But he knew she wouldn't go home and probably try and do it on her own if he wouldn't give it to her. So he might as well tell her and give her the support she'd need to have any chance of surviving this job. Hell, maybe she'd say no and make things easy on his conscience. What I want you to do is infiltrate the slave ring. Find some of the missing girls and kids if you can, find the leader if you can. Sam, you got more guts than anyone I know. Including me. But for this, you'll need to be bait. Which means you'll go in alone, and unarmed. The only thing you'll have is a sub dermal placed GPS chip so we can track you. It'll be unlikely we'll be able to know if things go south... So I'll understand if you don't want to take this one. It's damn near suicide. The guy running the ring is ruthless. If he finds out you're a plant... He turned back to face the window, not knowing if he could keep his face straight anymore. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a zippo from inside his leather jacket, he lit one and took a deep pull, watching the smoke float up as he exhaled. If you want the job, I'll make some calls to get things moving and set up. And get a mage and one of my guys to insert the tracker. But like I said, I won't blame you if you don't.
Thread: Wicked Game

I'll do it. That was all that needed to be said, right? It was a job, and she'd agreed to it before, and now she was agreeing to it again. The thought of going in with no weapon was scary as hell, but the thought of those poor children. She wrapped her head around her stomach. There was no way she could leave them behind if she could help it. Just let's get this done before I change my mind. Will a bit of cash hurry the process up? She'd never had anything implanted in her beside the IUD a while back...why had she had that implanted again? It was before Rayner... Shaking off the dizzy spell that thinking about it caused, she tried to focus. So I'm assuming you have a change of clothing. We can get the implant done shortly. I know you can do it if I push enough money. Can we do it tonight? A little reckless, but even one more child was too much.
Thread: Wicked Game

He sighed out another breath of smoke and looked up at the ceiling at her reply. Taking a moment before turning away from the window again. Alright... Yeah we can do it tonight. He started walking towards the back of the building where there was a staircase leading down. Let's go to my office. I got everything you need there and I'll make those calls.
Thread: Wicked Game

She smiled, but it was a dead smile. I'll need to know what they're looking for. I'm assuming you already know their general 'nap spots. Is there anything else that I need to do? She was brisk, almost business like as they headed downstairs. His office in the night club was at least cleaner than the facade up here. Sam knew she wouldn't feel like sneezing her head off every ten seconds. Beyond finding out the intel, there wasn't much to do. If she waited too long, she'd get nervous. This was a completely new thing for her. She wasn't the bait, she was normally the Calvary. Let's just do it and get it over with. Rayner would probably tie to a bed and not let her up for a month if he knew what she was doing. Rayner... , she sighed. No use thinking about it. She still wasn't sure what the whole fuss was about, but she was still pissed at both of them.
Thread: Wicked Game

Once in his office, he gestured for Sam to sit, then sat himself behind a big, old, oak desk, unlocking and pulling out a side drawer, he produced a file folder and handed it across to Sam. Everything you need to know is in there, the leader, some of the key players, few missing persons reports, likely places of operation. Clothes are over there... You sure you want to do this? Knowing the answer, he was already picking up the phone to make the calls he needed to. Getting a specialist to implant the GPS chip in her, a Mage to heal it completely so there'd be no scar or wound, and some of his crew to monitor the chip and her as much as they could. Once everything was done and she was ready, he'd drive her out to near a spot where recently a alarmingly large number of girls had gone missing. Not all street girls either. He'd rather be able to watch her personally, but he couldn't risk being seen, even if it was a slim chance he'd be noticed. So he stopped a few blocks from the spot, where he'd wait and watch a tiny dot blink on a screen. Watch your back out there, girl. If you get so much as a whif of trouble, get your pretty little ass out of there. And if this dot stops blinking for any reason, I'll be coming. Remember, you owe me a drink for dumping my whiskey.
Thread: Wicked Game

This is the best you could do? She muttered as he dropped her off. She didn't look like a hooker, but she looked only slightly better than a teenage waif. This new appearance of hers was going to take some getting used to. Resisting the urge to wipe the overdone eye makeup from her face or scratch where they'd implanted the GPS, she did her best impression of someone not confident enough to take care of themselves. It wasn't the greatest of neighborhoods, but it wasn't the worst. The weirdest part was how deserted it was. That was how the news had gotten out. The street rats had scattered so the police knew something was up. She really wished she could just shoot the face off the bastard who was responsible. But that wasn't her gig. She was bait... Ugh, even the word left a distasteful feeling in her mouth, but she got passed it and headed into the neighborhood, keeping her head down. Hey pretty little girl...wanna take a ride...? a man walked right up beside Sam they couldn't possibly be -this- bold could they? If they were, the ramifications were staggering. It was likely that they had money real money, backing it all. No thank you... she made her voice as meek as she dared, without being too over the top. She just let her own nervousness at the situation shine. I'm just on my way to the store. You know, Greenbies? My ...brother works there... she let the hesitation and the lie work for her. He'd see that she was trying to get away from him. Luckily, she had lived here before, so she did know where things were. Yeah, I know Greenbies. Here, how about I take you there, that way you won't get hurt by any of the rough necks around here. Relief. That was the next emotions. Oh would you?! Thank you so much. She even tried not to pay attention as his grasp on her arm tightened and he all started all but dragging her to a white van. Really? It took everything in her power not to snort at the cliche. But she played her part well. What's going on?! This isn't the way to Greenbie's. As if it wasn't what she wanted. But what she didn't want was to have the doors slide open and find two other men waiting inside. Then she began struggling in earnest. The trick was to get them to believe she was truly fighting, but not enough to knock her out. No! Help! Police! But there was no one around, Charlie had made sure of that. Unfortunately, the guys in the van were already nervous and as she got tossed into the van, one of the guys used the butt of his gun upside her forehead and everything went black, her last vision that of three other girls, and two children already in the van. And with no way to tell Sam's actual state of health, but knowing that she was on the move by the speed of the GPS, he headed back to his building to await word and to make a few more phone calls.
Thread: Wicked Game

And right on in to a handful of guns pointed directly at his face as soon as he entered the building. Yes, the man spotted outside was keeping watch, but he wasn't the only eyes. Human or otherwise. Usually someone entering would have been stopped before they even got inside, but there was something about this guy that made Charlie want to greet him personally. Maybe it was the face, or the duffel, or the way he walked like he had a large piece under that duster. Whatever it was, Charlie let him at least get inside the door, so there was no unwanted eyes on the little stand off. A gruff voice behind the foremost gun pointed at the intruder spoke. Think you're lost, bub. Things were a bit more on edge since they had started the operation. It was probably a good thing as well Charlie hadn't been able to watch Sam or he would have called it off as soon as she was grabbed. But after following the little dot on a screen to a location, he left two men to watch and came back to the nightclub. Then this guy showed up. So why don't you turn around, slowly, and walk right back on outta here. It wasn't a question, and that little fact would be exclaimated by the click click from the hammer of a pistol being cocked.
Thread: Wicked Game

Well. That hadn't been quite what he'd expected. Or at least, he might not have flinched at one man doing this, possibly. Maybe even two. But he certainly hadn't counted on a room full of gun, and all of it in his face. One blink, and Kael's eyes were as sharp as present levels of wearing on were going to allow, tracing about the guns and faces behind them. Though he was more interested for the most part in what was behind the men. At the moment, it didn't offer a lot to help him though. Which meant he was dealing with an old gang style standoff, bad folks in a bad part of town, and he was once more just a tough without a name on him to tell them whether to shoot him or greet him. He'd been in the situation before- he knew quite well how strays were treated. Happy he didn't have his hands in his pockets for once, he raised them a couple of inches slowly, palms outward, looking around less calmly than he would have liked to imagine, but probably a great deal more so than he should have been. And when the one voice spoke up, he looked right at him, without turning his head more than a few degrees. This was a pack after all. It was hard to say if he was the one calling the shots, or if he was just the biggest, baddest of them all, but one way or another the fact that he was talking while no one else made any hint of it meant this was someone important, one of the alphas among present company. And your options were to either avoid eye contact at all costs, or make sure not to be the first one to break it. Kael kept his gaze steady as his hands kept slowly raising, complying nice and gradual like for them, and kept his breathing and face calm as possible. The less reason he gave them to think he was about to try something the better, regardless of whether he was or not. Not sure if that's a 'yes, Ms Browning's here' or a 'no, she's not'. Hands very slowly up, feet nice and steady taking him a part of a step around at a time, two or three of those to be facing the way he'd come in again, letting his head stay half turned, looking at the guy in his peripheral, but not craning far enough to look directly at him.
Thread: Wicked Game

A twitch. Barely perceptible. And a slight tilt of the head at the mention of a name. This wasn't exactly expected either. Probably the most dangerous job he'd ever sent the girl on and some random guy that looks like walking trouble shows up looking for her by name. Could they be blown already? If so, how? Was she still alive? Wait. Of course she was or he'd have gotten a call from the men he left to watch her. Well. Watch her dot blink. If she was dead, it would stop transmitting. But who the hell was this guy just walking in like he owned the damn place, asking for her? Lots of questions. Whether there was answers or not would remain to be seen. Charlie took a single step forward, gun now pointed at the back of Kaels head. Well, side of the head, with how his head was turned and all. The guy was fairly cool and calm, a little too much so for Charlies taste. Though he resisted the urge to just shoot him right here and now and deal with whatever he was about later. For the time being. Don't know who yer talking about. Never heard of no 'Ms Browning'. Like I said Think yer lost.
Thread: "My Girlfriend is a Retro Werewolf!" -  A Kotep-Eshbaal Film

Jennifer, for the most part, seemed like a completely normal young woman. She was an average senior in high school, and wanted to go to college to be a nurse. She had short red hair, slightly wavy, and a modestly attractive body which was currently covered with a tee-shirt and some jeans with flip-flops. Her parents were out, and she had invited her new boyfriend over for the evening--she'd been single for much of high school, so she was eager to spend time with her significant other now that she had one. She was completely oblivious to what phase of the moon it was, and to her special condition too. If she had known better, she might have called off the date. She had no idea what lay inside her, though...
Thread: "My Girlfriend is a Retro Werewolf!" -  A Kotep-Eshbaal Film

A date. He was going on a date. Not in the sense of going somewhere, eating fancy and whatnot, but he was going to his girlfriend's house, the girlfriend he was still a bit surprised he even had, and alone. And he liked the sound of that, smiling a little as he drove, classic rock blasting out of the speakers. He still could not believe that he was actually seeing Jennifer... he had never been able to really picture himself as the boyfriend type... not that he didn't think he had anything to offer, but he doubted anyone was interested. ANd yet here he was, about to visit her anyway. It almost seemed unreal - and he couldn't believe his luck. Fixing his short blonde hair and putting his rectangular thin-framed glasses back on top of his nosebone, he knocked on her door politely and waited to be let in - he was casually dressed in a pair of jeans and an ACDC t-shirt, not ashamed to show off his preference in the musical field.
Thread: "My Girlfriend is a Retro Werewolf!" -  A Kotep-Eshbaal Film

Jennifer hopped off the couch, checking her hair in the mirror by the front closet quickly before opening the front door. Hi! she said eagerly, leaning forward and giving her boyfriend a light kiss on the cheek. Come on in! she offered, opening the door and stepping back so that he could come inside. She closed the door after him, walking back toward the sofa and sitting on the back, facing him. So, what do you want to do first? There's movies, money for food... she said, trailing off before she ended up suggesting more suggestive things.
Thread: "My Girlfriend is a Retro Werewolf!" -  A Kotep-Eshbaal Film

Hey you! he eagerly greeted as she leaned into him, wrapping an arm around her waist and enjoying the feeling of her lips to his cheek and her body against his. Even if it was over quite quickly, he loved it, and entered as she invited him in. God she looked wonderfl sitting there on the couch looking at him. Well, I figure we'd make some food first and watch a movie while we eat, how about that? he said. Any specific movies that you wanna see, m'lady?
Thread: "My Girlfriend is a Retro Werewolf!" -  A Kotep-Eshbaal Film

I'm fine with anything you want to watch, Jennifer said, smiling and standing up. She walked over to the small stand beside the door and picked up a twenty and a five that her parents had left there. I've got money for pizza or something if you want to order out. For a moment, she felt somewhat warm, and let out a hot sigh before her strange heat flash passed. The sun was beginning to set, and as soon as it had dipped down beyond the hills at the edge of town, she would have much more than just a light heat flash to worry about.
Thread: "My Girlfriend is a Retro Werewolf!" -  A Kotep-Eshbaal Film

He laughed a little at this. Perhaps this was the time to bring out the part of him that loved horror films - see if he could scare her. He had to admit he could be slightly sadistic when it came to that, loved to scare people a bit while being unaffected and holding her... he did like the idea. Yeah, let's do that. We'll order something and rent a movie. Anything you're in the mood for? Something funny? Something... scary? he said the last with a playful grin.
Thread: "My Girlfriend is a Retro Werewolf!" -  A Kotep-Eshbaal Film

Get something scary if you want to have me clinging to your side, she said with a light laugh, grabbing the phone from the kitchen to order pizza. She ordered a large meat lover's which was odd, but only slightly, as she didn't usually like meat all that much, and was told that it would be about half an hour. She shuddered slightly, feeling oddly dizzy, but only for a brief moment. Was she just dizzy with excitement?
Thread: "My Girlfriend is a Retro Werewolf!" -  A Kotep-Eshbaal Film

As she called for the pizza, he browsed through the home rental service that the TV offered, looking through the many titles... and did indeed pick a horror film. He LIKED the idea of Jessica clinging to his sides very much, to be sure. Finally settling on one called Wolfen that he couldn't remember having watched, he found that it was an older werewolf movie... some didn't freak out over supernatural stuff, but he'd find out of she did soon enough.
Thread: "My Girlfriend is a Retro Werewolf!" -  A Kotep-Eshbaal Film

Jennifer plopped back down onto the couch, watching as the movie began to play and gently leaning against her boyfriend's shoulder. The changes were so subtle that she barely realized how she was panting softly, her tongue hanging out of her mouth a little, or how her nails were longer, narrower and had pointed tips at the end.
Thread: "My Girlfriend is a Retro Werewolf!" -  A Kotep-Eshbaal Film

Wrapping an arm around her shoulder as she sat down with him, he really liked the situation as it was right now...and as the movie progressed, he was liking it more and more. He didn't really look at her - not that he didn't want to. But it was one of those moments where they both just watched the movie and he would be there if it was too much... he barely even noticed the change, not until he felt a some hair on his arm, but he shrugged that off.
Thread: "My Girlfriend is a Retro Werewolf!" -  A Kotep-Eshbaal Film

The change came faster and faster as the sun's light slowly vanished. Fur was pouring out over her body while her head and ears shifted, a tail sprouting from her back and her hands and feet shifting to resemble paws. Jennifer gasped in shock, looking down at herself, patting her clothes and her new fur--she was almost exactly the same, but now, for some reason, she was also a wolf!
Thread: "My Girlfriend is a Retro Werewolf!" -  A Kotep-Eshbaal Film

It was only when the more abrupt physical changes came that he took much notice - feeling how her body got more muscular, a little larger in his arms while she transformed next to him. Letting out a frightened yell he crawled backwards on the couch, staring at the creature in front of him. W-what the HELL, Jess? This... this is a pretty abd joke!
Thread: "My Girlfriend is a Retro Werewolf!" -  A Kotep-Eshbaal Film

This isn't a joke! Oh god, something's...something's happening. She groaned, her eyes rolling back as strange sensations washed over her. Her hair started to grow longer, lightening from its red to become closer to a strawberry blond. Her chest begins to grow, swelling outward, growing heavier and rounder as her ass begins to perk up, growing softer by the second. Her pants seem to split apart, the upper half slowly shrinking into shorts, while the lower half slumped down around her ankles, turning into fluffy ankle warmers.