Thread: Ghost of Demon Past (Soul &+&+ Alvis)

Carl did have a decent head for directions, he'd had to get good at them. Underground fightsdidn't get maps drawn up for their location. And when you don't have a manager to hunt things down, you tended to have to get good at things on your own. Besides, it wasn't like this city was terribly complicated to get around. Especially sticking to the main roads like this. Besides, the streets were well li, and that helped him keep an eye out for the creeper that she was worried about. The guy had looked pretty well built, but Carl was still convinced he'd be able to take him in a fight if he had to. Besides, Jaime was pretty well known as being able to throw a pretty mean hit when she had to. Carl parked the car, adn followed her out, nodding at ehr request to come with her. He'd have done it anyway to be honest. As rattled as she'd been, he wasn't really a hundred percent sure that she was in any shape to make it anywhere on her own. The entrance to the building made Carl shiver. Gods it was kept like a meat locker in this place! When they reached the apartment, at least it was a good deal warmer. Carl rubbed his arms faintly with his hands as he stepped inside. The place was...nice. Actually a bit better than nice if he was being perfectly honest. The scent in the air made his nose crinkle slighlty, never being one who really enjoyed the idea of scenting a living space, but he knew that a lot of people found the idea comforting, another way of getting a mind to reasily identify a place as home. He stepped over teh threshold, and looked around the place more thoroughly. She'd done pretty well for herself to get a place like this set up as quickly and nicely as she had. A lot of work went into the place. It was actually a little odd. He'd gotten the impression from her that she probably didn't really entertain guests that often. But this place was easily set up to accomadate a fairly good sized number of people. So she didn't entertain, but maybe she wanted to entertain? This was complicated. But the place looked clean, so he popped off his shoes, setting them out of the way. His instincts about her having some issues were made much more apparent when he noted the number of locks on the door. Any one or two of them would have been enough really, but here she'd stacked them high and strong. The only thing missing was to swap the way the door swung, and mount it in a frame a bit smaller than the door to make it impossible to kick in. But he wasn't about to point that out. She looked like she had enough on her mind. He nodded as she spoke to him about having a seat. And then it was all starting to dawn on him. What exactly was he doing here? What did he expect to accomplish by being here? She was safe now. He could go. Leave her to this. And...then what? She might be safe in here, but he did have the thought that maybe someone being around to provide a certain sense of comfort, or at least stability for her might not be a bad idea. And that left him. He sank onto the couch, and he did admit that it was comfortable as hell. It was the kind of couch that took a mild effort to not fall asleep on. He focused on her, keeping himself sharp enough to not be a snoring lump on her sofa. That would have made such a sonderful first impression. Um...sure. I'll get..just a water for now? Carl answered to her question. He needed to get his bearings a little, see what was going on with her, and how he could help.