Post by Dane Iain Papillion on Apr 15, 2013 20:24:39 GMT -5
It was pissing down outside the rain was coming down hard and fast it was a good night to stay in warm under the covers where nothing could hurt you. Alternatively, well that is how most would feel, but not Dane. He was a bastard from hell and was out to raise a little hell. He had found his sister Gone and was on a search for her. She had run away from him and now he was on her trail. He would find her. He didn’t care how long it took. She can’t hide forever now can she? He didn’t think she could. She wasn’t that smart the way he seen it. She was still like a helpless little child living in a fairy tale world and she would be bound to slip up especially on the full moon. Therefore, he would just have to wait. For her to mess up to pin her down completely, but hey at least he now had his mates to help him find her too. He was rolling with a new pack now especially after the dude who had bitten him had died. He didn’t know that man was alive, again.
Thaila had to be somewhere in Beacon Hills. Where else would she go? She had no friends and their family was dead except maybe cousins, but they haven’t had contact with the extended since in ages so he doubted she’d have found one of them. He walked down the street whistling not caring that he was getting drenched on the way to the bar down the street. It isn’t like he’d melt or anything like that. He had met some interesting people since coming to this town. It was full of wonderful smells and meals in a sense. Therefore, he wanted to see whom he could meet in town tonight. Who knows maybe he could get the girl he met to join him later in the evening, but for now he was going to raise some hell or at least attempt to. He loved going to rowdy bars. They are always fun when bar fights manifest. He remembered being in once and a girl who said if she had too many drinks she may just set the bar on fire. He would have laughed if it did, and then she got blamed for it since she has said something of the sorts.
He slipped threw the doors of the bar running his fingers threw his hair to slick back his hair since it was wet, but hey at least being in here it wouldn’t take too long for it to dry, slipping off his leather jacket he made his way to the bar, sitting his dripping wet coat on the bar stool beside him thinking it would be funny if someone and walked by and slipped on the water. He found humor off things like that. He tapped on the bar to get the bar matron’s attention “ A beer please.” he asked, scanning the room for any sort of interesting person or action as he waited for his beer, once he had been handed it, he put his cash on the counter top, sipping it as his eyes danced over the people playing pool. Oh how he hoped that a bet would go wrong and a fight would break out. Who knows perhaps he’d go over there and start a fight himself. A twisted and playful smirk spread across his lips as he thought about that, not realizing the puddle from his jacket was getting bigger. If Correy seen that puddle she’d probably have whacked him upside the head and told him he is being a slob. That girls surely kept him on his toes.