Hal Yorke (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
resistmyself) wrote2013-05-19 05:03 am
resistmyself) wrote2013-05-19 05:03 am
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[Focus.
Hal has the book in hand - has read a great deal of it, reasoned out its functions - but he's yet to make an entry of his own. No, that's making his presence known in way more public a manner than he prefers. As a vampire, he tended to avoid communities this small (unless he ran them, and that wasn't something he was interested in doing now) as it made hiding his presence a little more difficult. Everyone knew each other in a small town.
He'd found himself on the floor of the item shop when he woke up, which was fortunate since that meant he didn't have to walk through the streets topless. It also meant he came across his domino set, which was an odd thing to find among everything else but he isn't complaining. He buried it in a pile of some other junk. He'd come back for it later once he had a better idea of what was going on.
There's no sign of Alex or Tom, which is problematic - made more so with every entry in the journal he reads.
Focus.
He has to take stock of things outside the shop eventually. There has to be some other non-human entity in this place aside from himself, and if there is he needs to find any such individual as quickly as possible. He's still too volatile to be thrown into this situation with only humans to look to for help.
The sunlight doesn't bother him. That's one vampire trope his kind is lucky enough to avoid in reality. Hands in the pockets of his newly re-acquired coat, with the fingers of one latched firmly to a single piece from his domino set, Hal keeps close to the buildings as he makes a slow circle around the center of town.
This place is basically everything he doesn't want, and not losing it on this alone takes a great deal of determination.]
Hal has the book in hand - has read a great deal of it, reasoned out its functions - but he's yet to make an entry of his own. No, that's making his presence known in way more public a manner than he prefers. As a vampire, he tended to avoid communities this small (unless he ran them, and that wasn't something he was interested in doing now) as it made hiding his presence a little more difficult. Everyone knew each other in a small town.
He'd found himself on the floor of the item shop when he woke up, which was fortunate since that meant he didn't have to walk through the streets topless. It also meant he came across his domino set, which was an odd thing to find among everything else but he isn't complaining. He buried it in a pile of some other junk. He'd come back for it later once he had a better idea of what was going on.
There's no sign of Alex or Tom, which is problematic - made more so with every entry in the journal he reads.
Focus.
He has to take stock of things outside the shop eventually. There has to be some other non-human entity in this place aside from himself, and if there is he needs to find any such individual as quickly as possible. He's still too volatile to be thrown into this situation with only humans to look to for help.
The sunlight doesn't bother him. That's one vampire trope his kind is lucky enough to avoid in reality. Hands in the pockets of his newly re-acquired coat, with the fingers of one latched firmly to a single piece from his domino set, Hal keeps close to the buildings as he makes a slow circle around the center of town.
This place is basically everything he doesn't want, and not losing it on this alone takes a great deal of determination.]
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If that side of him had its way, he might even be able to pull his location out of her with pretty words, gotten her to bring him to the man before making quick work of them both.
This wasn't a good situation, for such thoughts to be surfacing so easily.]
Perhaps...
[He takes a step backward without thinking about it.]
It's something to hope for, anyway.
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[A hard hope, she knows. She spent the first month she was here hoping for someone she knew. Anyone, even, from her own time, like Richard.]
If you'd like to give me their names, I can certainly keep an eye and ear out for them, sir, and direct them to you if I happen to come across them before you find them, should they come.
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...Tom McNair. And Alex Millar.
The latter is actually a woman. And Scottish.
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Then I'll let you know if I happen to meet Mr McNair or Miss Millar.
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[He pauses, uncertain how to address the next issue.]
You may not actually be able to see that latter, incidentally. She exists only as a spirit.
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[The woman can't help but be surprised. This place is strange, after all. Demons and talking, brightly-coloured horses. But her natural reaction is still surprise at something of the kind.]
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Her visibility... varies, from person to person.
[This is easier than saying she can only be seen by the supernatural.]
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[She wants to say it's impossible, but she knows better. She's been here long enough.]
How extraordinary.
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I don't know what would happen to her if she was to come here, to be honest. She might no longer be deceased.