Finding this place most certainly odd. [OPEN]

[charmingkrak]

Who: Eric Northman and OPEN!
When: September 15th, around 10 PM.
Where: The run down Bus station.
Rating: PG13 for language.
Summary: Eric is wtfing very calmly all over the place.
Status: Incomplete || Open.

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[lovely_cyborg]

Kiddy pulled up near the bus station in her shiny new police car. She was still getting used to the job, doing things like following orders and actually responding over the radio whether she wanted to or not. She was not so happy about having the night shift this week however, which made her already grumpy usual mood even worse.

She stepped out of the vehicle, still wearing her A.M.P uniform since she refuses to wear the Lucerne police attaire. It was still obvious that she had authority of some kind, even if the acronym A.M.P meant nothing here. She clicked on her flashlight and proceeded to walk into the building. She had gotten a report about some teenagers vandalising stuff and although she could care less she still had to go put a stop to it.

[charmingkrak]

Eric heard the noise of the car as it pulled up, and like a defensive animal on an unknown territory he disappeared into the darkness. It felt odd though as he dashed like lightning into the shadows, for his legs felt... almost sluggish. He was still faster than normal humans, but something felt restrained, like weights on the bottom of his feet. Even within the deep shadows he could see out into the dark area easily, like it was daylight to him.

Sniffing the air he attempted to put together the arrival. Woman, he thought Something is... wrong... Her scent was off, just like this place was. The female hormones in the air that came off her naturally told him human woman, but something about the strength of it was off. It was unsettling, which only grew with the fact that he was in a strange area.

Standing in the shadows he stood silently, and his certain lack of need for breathing aided in his stealth.

[lovely_cyborg]

Kiddy grumbled as she slammed the car door shut, not at her hardest of course, since she doesn't want to destroy the new car. She thought she heard a sound, but she appeared to be unshaken by it. She figured whatever it was she would just shoot it. That would get rid of the vandalism problem. She took out one of her handguns just to be prepared but it's nothing compared to the bigger and strange looking gun on her back. After looking around for a moment she decided there were no idiotic teens vandalising stuff and that it must have been a false alarm. She hated these kind of calls. Really it was because the police had nothing better to do right now.

She muttered aggrivatedly to herself as she walked back to the car. As the flashlight panned across the car she noticed one of her tires had a nail in it. "Son of a fucking bitch." She got a tire out of the trunk and lifted the car with her own hands like it a card board box as she replaced the tire.

Mays I try and glamour her? ^.^

[charmingkrak]

Most certainly a woman Eric thought to himself as he heard her walk around. Something in the air was still on edge, and there was a familiar click of metal shifting in a hand, a gun no less. It was not something he was afraid of, and something told him to doubt silver bullets.

Slipping his hands into his pocket, he shifted from the shadows, following after the noise of her returning to her car. Pondering back to his blackout, he wondered how long it had been since he fed, and the thankfulness for a young woman appearing certainly appealed to his appetite.

His footsteps were dead silent against the concrete, as if he made no noise at all before coming up closer to the front of the car, that way, there would be no sudden surprises from behind. He did not, of course, expect her to LIFT the car to replace the tire. Something is not right here."Uh, excuse me," Eric posed with a hand in the air, a sheepish smile set on his face. Hundreds of years, and he had still yet to really master how to blend in as a human. "Miss Officer? I'm....