Oldtown new year, new problems
#51
He couldn't shake the feeling that the stranger would definitely follow himif he went into the bowling alley. Regardless of where he went. He was in want of a mirror but the direction of that which he wanted was where danger lay. He had no proof that she was a vampire. Only that maybe she was supernatural, or drawn to the supernatural in some way, if she was telling the truth about his eyes changing.

But it had been a few minutes without a vision, the familiar feeling of derealisation absent from his anxious mind.

It was almost a certainty that his eyes had not changed colour.

... but what if they had?

Calling over to his group that he was going to head inside out of the cold, he entered the building, immediately looking for the signs to the bathroom. The group would follow soon; most people had arrived by now. Safety in numbers.
#52
Theo decided to just mix in and observe from a distance. Ordered himself a drink he pretended to enjoy. Maybe he should just go bowling...?


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#53
Saoirse was getting ever so impatient with this lot. Was everyone in Ridgefield so fucking yellow bellied? She shook her head as she felt her own bald head and stood aimlessly in the midst of the alley. The smell of the psychic wafted over her once more and she turned to the entrance to see the target entering. He turned his head towards the bathroom signs immediately. How perfect was that?

She would follow silently. Had to be aware of who else may be around.
#54
He wasn't unaware that the man had followed him in. And it was fairly certain that the two suspicious folk were together; he seen them close to one another and that long wig was not likely to be the guy's, though if it was, more power to him.

Had he cornered himself? Maybe there was a reflective surface to look at in this gaudy place.

Before making it into the toilet he realised that the door panels were extremely shiny and reflective. Maybe he didn't have to actually go in, as if that made a difference. He looked at himself in the shiny surface of the door panel and hoped no one was going to burst out any time soon... though it was hard to tell if his eyes had changed. They looked dark, nearly black, as they always did.
#55
The man stopped as he was approaching the bathroom to look in a reflective surface. Shit. She ducked back quickly behind the wall lining its way towards the bathroom. Luckily she'd been lithe enough to move without much sound at all. Even further drowned out by the sounds of the lanes. Some people looked at her weird but didn't consider much of it. Her luck was certainly dwindling however. This psychic's wariness may save him yet.
#56
As he looked into the panel he wondered if he would ever actually see his own eyes change colour properly, given the nature of his power. He could only see snippets of the past when they were fully different, and he had to rely on other's accounts of what they looked like. But he knew what they looked like on any given normal day. They were looking pretty normal right now.

It wasn't comforting.

Certainly it meant the stranger had clocked him as a psychic and was trying to panic or intrigue him.

Stepping away from the doors, he found a relatively quiet spot to wait for his group, scanning the room, anxious.
#57
Theo couldn't help but cringe. Yeah, following the guy into men's restroom... Totally not weird. Perhaps he should step in? He'd wait and see, but now he started feeling bad for the psychic. Why did she had to go after the damn psychic? So greedy, he thought...

This game of cat and mouse was getting really tiring, too. Maybe he should just save this guy and bail.


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#58
This was getting fucking ridiculous. She had one shot to do something before the meal was lost. Damn the camera's; her hair was off anyways. She'd be much harder to track once she went back to looking human.

She stood tall and barked;

"Over here, dude." She hoped to catch him off guard. Maybe he'd accidentally look her right in the eyes. Then the rest was history.
#59
The thing about certain types of anxiety was that they could be good in making you more cautious and careful in your interactions, but they could also make you think that people were talking to you if they were shaking boldly enough.

So he looked over in the woman's direction, baffled.
#60
No more wasted momentum. Get him somewhere secure; now.

She locked eyes and:

"I want to talk. Meet me out back, now."

Fuck. Fucking fuck.

Miss
#61
She was firm in her demands, desiring an audience with him for reasons that felt dangerous, so he edged away from her, two little side steps towards the lanes.

"No thanks," he said, compelled regardless to be polite in his refusal.
#62
Theo finally got up from his ass and decided to do something. Before situation escalated into something ugly.

"Hey. Is she causing you problems?" He asked as he approached the two.
#63
Was he serious? He was blowing this whole thing! You know what.

”You’re fucking pathetic.” She spat at Theo as he approached. She closed the distance between them and jammed a finger into his chest.

”You could have stepped in anytime and you choose to now? To spite me?” Her eyes were furious and exaggerated. She shook her head and moved towards the entrance to leave.

”Have fun playing hero you spineless fucking vampire.” She called out as she swung the doors open and left.
#64
It was kind of a stunning performance.

The guy who had clearly been with her before coming to his defence, the lady throwing her fit and leaving, screaming about vampires for everyone to hear.

So it was either confirmation of his suspicions, or she had some other kind of beef with him. Money? Time? Emotional strength?

Whatever the case he stepped back from this stranger, too. Could have been all part of their plan if they were vampires after all. Get him to trust one, then take him out to share with the other.

He sort of wished he'd paid more attention to the psychic text chain.

"...maybe you should go after your friend," he suggested quietly, looking for his own group past the stranger.
#65
"I don't think it's a good idea..." Theo said, wiping the spit off his face. Lovely, just... lovely. He had a feeling she could have done worse things to him if he followed... "I don't feel like dying tonight..."

Coward, he called himself out in his thoughts.

"Anyway, sorry for that, I'm gonna go elsewhere..." He sighed.
#66
Yeah. Spencer didn't feel much like dying either. So this was where he would leave the vampires behind and return to his group and try to forget anything ever happening.

Or maybe he would check in with Jaime. He could do that, too.

Later.

"Right. Okay. I hope you... have a good night, I guess."

And he started edging towards the lane where his group were beginning to gather.
#67
"You, too." Mike said in an apologetic way and left this place as well.

What a horrible night to have a curse, eh...? Absolute fucking disaster...
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