A smile spreads across her face as Zoë meets this new opponent. "You want to bring it you wanker. You ruined my dress, i'm not doing boho fashion." she says with scornful anger and flicks a 'V'. Suddenly Jimmy interposes himself between the her and the second assailant. "You want him, you got him." Zoë says to the youth, patting him on the shoulder for luck and dismissively spins back to the original assailant.
Remembering the rainy Sunday afternoons she spent with her mother watching grainy Kung-Fu movies, a calm resolve descends. Slipping her heels off and rocking on the balls of her feet she launches a blisteringly fast snap kick to the injured thigh of the exposed vampire. He dodges back from this with supernatural quickness, so she throws another. A trickle of the champagne dribbles into the vampires eye as the second kick delivered instantly after the first as if to blur with it. Zoë's dress riding up to mid-thigh, she lets out a yell "Haaii -yaa" The vampire though with aeons of combat experience just move away from the attack, laughing at the pitiful attack.
The Vampire screeches and moves forward, only to be attacked by Zoe with her champagne glass.
Thomas sees the Vampire for what it is... "Not on my watch you bastard..." Thomas charges forward in a blinded by everything else and flies at the 'off balance' vampire ready to tear at the monster.
The first vamp is knocked slightly off balance as Thomas' attack slams into it's shoulder, but avoids any serious damage.
The second assailant, hit by the mind altering effects of The Gift of Dionysus, screeches as his latent bloodlust boils to the surface, he begins to lash out blindly.
Parker, realizing the full extent of the attack, calls upon his power. Channeling his firepower through his knife, he snarls "INARDESCO!" as a jet of flame blasts into the wounded vamp. Blasting through it's chest. The vampire looks stupidly down in wonder, and then collapses.
Jimmy, seeing the man being stepped on, moves to attack the other vamp. .
Id just like to know the shifts that go into each and how they are split. As well as a short aesthetic description (what it looks like.)
She’s momentarily distracted as the once cool agent leaps into the fray fists swinging. Zoë is then stunned as Parker’s knife glows red to white hot and a streak of fire shoots into the vampire. ’What was that, magic? First time I have seen it this close. Glad he is on my side, must remember not to make him angry.’ The assassin slumps down.
A smile spreads across her face as Zoë meets this new opponent. "You want to bring it you wanker. You ruined my dress, i'm not doing boho fashion." she says with scornful anger and flicks a 'V'. Suddenly Jimmy interposes himself between her and the second assailant. "Let’s take him down, together." Zoë says to the youth, patting him on the shoulder for luck and starts circling this new opponent. Her pride not letting her admit to her requiring help.
Remembering the rainy Sunday afternoons she spent with her mother watching grainy Kung-Fu movies, a calm resolve descends. Slipping her high-heels off and rocking on the balls of her feet she launches a blisteringly fast snap kick to the head of the vampire, Zoë's dress riding up to mid-thigh. He dodges back from this with supernatural quickness, so she throws another she letting out a focussing yell "Haaii -yaa". The vampire through aeons of combat experience just moves away from the kick, laughing at the pitiful attack.
Jimmy echoes Zoe's attack, but goes low into the waist of their assailant. Too full of scared-and-angry to think that maybe getting that close to a vampire is pretty stupid, he drives fast powerful hooks into the assassins guts. He's desperate not to let the vamp concentrate on taking down Zoe.
The two pronged attack from the friends comes in high and low. The vampire easily flicks aside Zoe's upflung leg, but Jimmy's punch hits him low in the belly. He seems unhurt, but the wind is clearly knocked from him.
The vampire snarls and attacks Jimmy in a rage.
Parker is getting sick of these vamps and wants to end this. He summons up his will and hurls another bar of bluish-white fire at the other vamp. INARDESCO, B##*+ES!
His flesh mask aflame, the vampire staggers towards the window. He seems to be attempting to escape.
Come child, feed and heal your wounds! yells seil stepping towards the vampire cornering him next to the window.
locking his eyes with the beast seils expression becomes quite grave as he lifts his left sleeve exposing the unprotected flesh of his arm.
In an instant the vampire lets loose a vicious yell and jumps forward against his better judgement. At that moment Seil swings his other fist with all his strength.
The Vampire, reeling and confused, attacks Seil. Gravely mistiming it's move, the vampire finds only Seil's powerful fist, which drives it through the glass of the windows, it disappears flaming into the New York sky, heading painfully for the street far below.
Jimmy twists and turns away from the vampires attack, it's claws leaving rents and gashes in cloth and flesh. He is deeply relieved as Parker and Seil combine to turn it into a new, brief, falling star in New York's firmament.
"Where the hell is security?" Jimmy gasps, bent over and reeling.
Mr. Spiro rises to a knee from his position on the floor. "WHERE THE HELL IS SECURITY?!?" He echoes Jimmy's sentiment. He is looking frantically around but the party area, so lively a few moments ago, is empty. "I will have someone's head on a platter for this." Spiro promises angrily, straightening his suit and stalking toward the door. "Not even the Reds can cause this sort of trouble at my party unanswered."
A slow clapping can be heard from one corner of the cavernous room. Near the window the Vampire fell from stands Crassus, his suit untouched. "A good showing, all of you. I haven't seen combat like that since the Arena, very flashy finish too." He stops clapping and straightens, then makes an odd sort of salute, fist over his heart. "I would suggest you leave before the police arrive. Such an event at a high profile event does not go unnoticed. My driver is downstairs, if you'd like. He will drop you wherever you like, if you give him this card." He holds out a card that appears from up his sleeve. "Do not worry for me, I have my own ways home, and I have a feeling this little play may have interesting parts yet to play for those beyond reach of the mortal law."
Zoë watches as her kick is easily deflected, she lands just regaining her balance before the boys finish off the bloodthirsty fiend. 'Wow, what was that?' Zoë's pulse racing, her breathing ragged. Smoothing her hand down her dress and through her hair to make sure she is not a total mess or injured. She bends down and slips her shoes back on.
'I am still alive, great, even if my new clothes are ruined. I really couldn't have done anything alone; without shifting & i am not doing that in front of all these people.'
"Thanks Jimmy, you're a life-saver." She says hugging the young man. "All you guys, thanks."
"Hold on a sec, you guys." Zoë says looking around for her Aunt.
Zoë jogs over to Rowena; looking a bit winded and disheveled. Noting her Aunts disapproving look, "Erm, hi, you know that wasn't my fault, some guy attacked my dance partner. It's alright we have it sorted. The bloke is very nice, Parker's from a good family, anyway we have to do some sorting out. You will be alright on your own getting home?" Aunt Rowena tilts her head with a slightly inclined smile, while Zoë continues to blather on.
"Don't worry i am not going out partying, or nothing like that, we have a cop with us!" Rowena raises an eyebrow.
"Oh no, I'm not in any trouble. It's not like last time, we just need to 'talk'. Sorry I'll be home soon." Zoë says grabbing her bag and retreating away quickly.
Arriving back at the group; "Wow, what was that? A vampire? After you Parker?"
Slightly away from Mr Crassius "So shall we take him up on his offer? Do you trust taking gifts from strangers?"
It takes several moments and the yelling of Jimmy and Mr. Spiro to break Thomas out of his lust of pounding on a now bloody mess of a vampire. He steps up and looks over himself, "Well, cannot do much for the suit now. He takes a moment to look over the scene to see if there is anything that might be of use to help understand what the hell happened here...
He looks about to the others to find that they have fended off another monster and asks, "Everyone okay?"
"Thomas quickly snaps up the offered card and nods his thanks. As Zoe returns he answers her question, "Yeah, that was a vamp, or two it would seem. And as to getting out of here... if we are not IDed, it is probably for the best." The man motions to his date already doing some crowd control, "She can handle the locals."
He starts for the nearest exit, "Perhaps we can compare notes once we are somewhere, well, anywhere else." He retrieves his cell phone and hits the speed dial, "I gotta see who knew what about this."
"Fine thanks, Agent Heyward, isn't it."
Zoë looks at the detective in the dress enviously. 'Wish i could pull off red, but with my complexion i would end up looking like a beetroot.'
"You're a lucky man, she's beautiful. An office romance?" Zoë asks with a mischievous smile crossing her face.
"It's definitely a good idea to get out of here and somewhere more private. And if 'Crassius' has offered us a lift i say we take it." Zoë starts to follow Thomas, sliding out of the room without fanfare. "And if he has an angle it's best to find it out quickly."
Seil stood staring out the window watching the vampire disapear into the depths below. When He could no longer see the falling creature he lets loose a jolly grin and pulls out a cigar from his jacket. Lighting it and snatching a half drunken glass of wine from the bar Seil responds to crassus' invitation
Flee? I was just beginning to have fun! HAHAHA If we must leave I demand we find someplace to celebrate proper! This party was far to forced for my tastes and I simply must let loose after such a fantastic little tussle.
Seil quickly downs the whole glass of wine and puffs on his cigar, there seems to be a look of almost childish joy on his face.
"Wow, boy you are wild! I was telling Parker about a little club i knew across town, but if you know a better place.... It must have , I'll always be up for a bit of it. I'm Zoë by the way, I'm sure i have seen you before?" She says with a puzzled look.
"That was amazing that punch, all mine were a bit pathetic. Where did you learn?"
Turning to Thomas she reaches into her clutch and draws out on over-sized black T-shirt with 'Sadistik Exekution' emblazoned across the front. "Here if you want this? I always have a spare top just in case. Not sure it's your style though." she says cheekily. Before snagging a drink for the ride.
Parker looks a bit annoyed, Nasty bloodsucker got blood on my jacket. He says as he tries to wipe it off. Flicking the button on his switchblade he puts that back into the hidden pocket sewn into his coat. Well Zoe it looks like we are going to have to finish our dance another time. He says with a wink at her. I agree and think that leaving would be best. Shall we?
You seem to remember security pulling a fade the moment the Vamp attacked. It's likely they were either distracted or paid off.
Thomas eventually manages to get a line to Roy Kraft, an agent of supernatural intel at the agency. "Damnit, an open assassination attempt in front of all the movers and shakers? I knew the Reds had an assassination coming, but we never expected it there. Ask the kid how he got the invitation, I imagine they slipped it to him somehow." Roy seems annoyed at missing this chance. "We'd meant to be there when it went down and catch them, we needed more intel on their operations. The Reds are at war, but we can't even tell with whom. Did you take any alive?"
Those who head down to the street find a fine black limousine awaiting you. Taking the card with the strange symbol on it, he asks simply "Destinations?" before pulling smoothly away from the curb and into the traffic heading away from the building. You see many, many police cars pass on the way to Spiro Tower. The limousine comfortably fits all of you, and has all the amenities, including wet bar.
After heading down to the garage, Zoë eyes up the luxurious carriage with slight gasp. 'I could get used to this' Seeing the heraldry on the card she wracks her brains to see if she is familiar with it.
"Thanks there's a little club i know, on 32nd, i am sure we could relax there?"
To the chauffeur she asks "So do you work for Mr Crassius or are you freelance. He seems like a busy man you must travel a lot, had anybody as interesting as me in the car recently. Did Mr Crassius want to pass a message on to us?" With a smile attempting to be ingratiating.
"We can discuss things when we get to the club, the car may have ears."'Hopefully not literally' she asks the others, whilst taking a can of cider out of the bar and taking a sip.
Seil replies to Zoe To be wild is to be free! Come let us go to this club, I feel a long night of debauchery will do us all good. Seil seems to calm somewhat as he takes another long puff on his cigar filling the air with smoke
I was never taught to fight if thats what you mean, and like most I learned through necessity, at least that is the easiest way to explain it. You claim to throw weak punches, yet you hide your true strength, I have been told what you are, and I say you shouldnt hide it, you should live it, a gift is meant to be enjoyed dear Zoe.
Seil smiles mischieviously and turns looking for Mr spiro. This party was short lived, most unfortunete for our host. I shall find him and exchange words, I will meet you at the limo in but a moment.
before wandering off for mr spiro however seil glances at crassius I have been told that favors from dragons come at steep prices, alas I am in the mood to be played tonight, join us crassus surely your master can spare you for one night of fun and revelry? not waiting on crassus' reply (no rudiness in his actions he seems preocupied and knows the mans answer)
seil moves looking for spiro.
Im afraid I must leave my old friend, mortals and there laws are most intrusive. May your endevours continue to suceed, seek me out whenever you have need of me.
Startled at Seils' wise words, Zoe looks calmly into his eyes. "Sir, you seem to be a prophet, a poet, a hedonist, i think i like you. Yes, honesty is good but sometimes subtlety is a virtue. Believe me i enjoy my gift, it is in my blood, defining my essence. But there is a time for everything and everything has its' time. In the great tapestry of life are we not woven of different threads."
"Heywood..." Thomas corrects Zoe, "And nice to see you again... Clothed this time as it may be." He smiles recalling the alley incident months ago. "And no, we're friends. Boss asked us to attend in his place. And while I might want to, I did that a while back and it ended badly when the Reds..." he does not elaborate at this time reigning in his anger, his hands balled up into fists and going white.
On the phone on the way down, "Sorry Roy, none alive. One is charcoal up at the Spiro's party the other went splat as he went out the window. Might want to send a clean up team, so the local NYPD does not get too deep into this. And thanks for the heads up, I'll let you know what I find." He hangs up as they each the car.
"Sounds good Zoe." and looks to the driver, "If you can stop up around the corner in the parking garage, "I need to grab a few things before I continue this outing."
Around the corner the limo stops and Thomas jumps out, "Be back in five." And runs into the garage. And just five minutes later is sliding back in the limo in some more simple and more work related attire. As well as being armed with his weapon. He is also shouldering a smallish black backpack which he slides in between his feet. "I'm good," he says to the driver for him to continue.
He waits patiently and quietly in the car as it travels to the club Zoe mentioned going over the events in his head, "Damn vamps got to me again! Why do I let myself loose my cool like that?"
"Cause you lost someone you loved to those monsters you idiot," he replied to himself.
He takes a deep breath and looks around those in the car, recognizing most of the troupe.
"Sorry, Heywood." Zoë says before blushing at the memory of being caught in an alley by him. 'You would think i would be used to that by now; but i am getting less ....'
She listens as Thomas talks about his past, noting his frustration & grief. "Sorry."
'yeah, you should be sorry idiot. You were there in the background when Jimmy & Parker grabbed him from the clutches of the reds. I know you were leonine at the time but Zoë you're a stupid girl always putting your foot in it.' She then tries to punch him in the shoulder in display of manly camaraderie.
In the luxury of the car she takes a long swig of her drink. "Hello, for those of you not formally introduced, i am Zoë Campbell, from the Uk. I am studying Art at NYU."
Jimmy follows the others down to the car, feeling numb and a little shocky. Never safe - even surrounded by people and lights and guards - nowhere safe, ever. An image keeps playing through his mind, of the young man trampled on the floor. He had been gon after the fight. Dragged away, or walked away. Unhurt, or injured or dead. Certainly not helped by Jimmy. Can't save them all... had enough to deal with... didn't I?
Zoe and Thomas talk, a little, in the car. It's a buzz to Jimmy, like a radio station he can't seem to tune into. Eventually he gasps, Don't .. feel ... real ...", and pitches forwards off the limo seat to the floor.
Hearing Jimmy gasp Zoë falls to her knees before him. "Hey you alright." She says cradling his head in her lap on the floor of the limousine. 'What to do?'
"Hang in there, you alright, not taken any drugs, did you get injured?" she turns to the others a shocked look of concern on her face taking 5 years of her appearance, making them realise despite her bravado during the fight she is just a scared girl.
"What do we do? Could someone pass the bottled water, I'll splash some on his face and give him a drop to drink." Zoë opens his mouth checks to make sure he has not swallowed his tongue and then pours some of the proffered water in. "Hey, J your safe here, your friends are here wake up....or I'll slap you."
"Should we check for injuries, i didn't see any during the scuffle, but he had my back." 'He protected me i don't know what i would do if her got hurt in my stead.'
"Take his top off?" she says cautiously cradling his still form.
"Yes ma'am, Afterlife. I do work for Mr. Lentus, though through his boss." His eyes seem to smile in the rearview. "And my continued employment, unfortunately, depends upon my discretion, so I'm sure you'll understand why I haven't seen anyone in the car except Mr. Lentus. And, no, he had no messages, I am simply to give a ride to any bearing Mr. Lentus's card. He does this occasionally, I suppose he has other ways home."
Crassus smiles at Seil's offer. "Forgive me, Dionysian, but my business is not quite concluded, and my revelry is not quite the same as yours."
Jimmy lies on the ground in a half stupor, his eyes lidded, and all he sees about are hunters, each with their own forms. The Dark Lioness over top him, with the Bull and the Metal Man on the seat. The Fire Thrower begins to rise and all Jimmy feels is fear. The Hunt is on, he is sure of it.
"That's fine, driver. Just making sure that every-thing's kosher. Wasn't trying to intrude." Zoe replies to the driver as the coast through the dark New York streets like a shark looking for its prey.
After getting into the limo and hearing zoes words Seil returns them with a cuckle and nod, in a jesture that is at one point a sign of respect and another disarming,
Undestimating others has always been my weakness, I wholeheatedly disagree with you, but this world isnt truly mine and I dont understand it, I do however understand resolve and intelligence and you my young lady have both. Never lose what makes you yourself, now would you please pass me something with alchol in it! Seil demands humorously.
He continues joyously telling jokes and laughing merrily at himself, even when the others dont seem as amused or to understand what he is saying. His mood however changes drastically when Jimmy falls to the floor.
Watching Zoe Seil shakes his head to her words Would you kindly stop this vehicle? requests Seil to the driver not certain what to call him or how to request such a thing. He then leans slowly towards jimmy moving calmly and quietly like a zookeeper preparing to feed a bear. Jimmy you are of my flock, no harm will ever come to you when you are within my heart, your fear is paralyzing yet I can help you through it. Give in if you must he leans back abruptly and opens the door to the limo giving him a route to escape from and offering no resistance but know I am here to help, always and forever.
After handing Seil, the a pear cider from the wet bar Zoe points out. "Of course, taking gifts can be mean both responsibility for the host and the guest as i am sure you know."
As the vehicle stops Zoe carefully slides off his jacket, whilst cradling his delirious form. Gently running her arms up and down his checking for wounds or patches of liquid (saliva/blood). "It'll be alright calm down." she states in what she hopes will be a reassuring voice.
Seeing Jimmy jump out of the car, from her lap. Zoë lets out a startled yelp; "Hey guys we better act fast, cos he can run. I think i might be the only one who can keep up with him on foot." she says while obviously stashing Alexanders' note in her bag and slipping off her shoes, a worried look on her face. "Look if any of you think that you can shadow him, keep him safe better, then speak:.... cos i am going after him if not. Parker, Heywood?"
Away barefoot, through the illuminated jungle Zoë runs after the fleet halucinating youth, leaving her bag and shawl.
Panicked Zoë asks "You can help him, right Seil, you are a philospher poet right. Parker, can you use your magic to see what is wrong with him or you know alter his mind...make him wake up."
Parker has been a bit quiet since entering into the car. Why would the red court attack me so openly and brazenly. They had to know that attack wouldn't work.
Parker looks down at Jimmy and says Do you all know what's wrong with him? Is he going to be alright?
"No i don't know, his breathing is steady if ragged. Can you use your magic to enter his mind?" Zoe replies to Parker, ruffling Jimmys' hair from his brow.
Parker looks at Zoe for a second before saying I could if I wanted to be beheaded by one of the council's wardens. It is against the laws of magic to enter another persons mind.
Jimmy stares up from the floor of the limo at the looming shapes. He fights for rationality, for reason, in the roaring chaos of his fear. He feels the presence of Seil, reinforcing his will, and starts to draw breath. Then the lights from a passing car sweept through the cabin of the limo, casting shadows all around. A trick of the light throws the image of huge antlers behind Seil's head. Jimmy convulses in panic, and bolts out the open door.
The horned hunter... the horned hunter...
Horns bellow and tyres screech as Jimmy scrambles through moving traffic in the New York night. Neon signs and flaring tail-lights seem to spin in constellations around the stumbling young man. He gathers his balance and sprints across the street towards the sheltering shadows of a nearby alley.
Abashed Zoë replies "Sorry, i didn't realise that.", she bites her lip nervously. "Really, that seems awful.....strict. I wasn't meaning to suggest you do anything wrong, it's just...." spreading her hands indicating Jimmys' prone form.
"So that's 'Black Magic', right. But it tastes so sweet, delicious and tempting." Seeing the shocked and disgusted looks in the others eyes at this statement, Zoës' eyes fall but there is a glint of longing in them.
Quietly so that the driver behind his blackened glass and hoping Parkers' Hexing field would prevent electronic detection; "Do you know i could taste it thick as treacle all over Mr. Christopher Wade, he must do some evil sorcery." her voice slightly thickening at the memory of the taste " And he is planning something with the mayor, it's his club the driver is taking us to. But i am not sure that he is the one who sent the assassins, it would be an awful gauche thing to do even if it would emphatically demonstrate his power. He would end up making an enemy of Mr. Spiros and i don't think that's something you want to do."
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Seeing Jimmy jump out of the car, from her lap. Zoë lets out a startled yelp; "Hey guys we better act fast, cos he can run. I think i might be the only one who can keep up with him on foot." she says while obviously stashing Alexanders' note in her bag and slipping off her shoes, a worried look on her face. "Look if any of you think that you can shadow him, keep him safe better, then speak:.... cos i am going after him if not. Seil, Parker, Heywood?"
If no-one answers/ stops Zoë Away barefoot, through the illuminated jungle Zoë runs after the fleet hallucinating youth, leaving her bag and shawl.
Parker rolls his eyes as Jimmy sprints from the vehicle thinking to himself Great! Now we have to go chasing after him through the middle of traffic!
You see Parker focus for a second before a very slight dim green energy collects around his legs and he rockets forward at great speed.
+2 like any other tag.
Seil smiles intrigued and jealous of zoes ability to sense dark arts, when she mentions Christopher wade seil lets out a grunt and takes a large gulp of his drink finishing it and moves for another.
Dark vampire with pretensions of granduer,has been busy lately, secrets he keeps assasination attempt defeated to easy for his handiwork yet he knew, perhaps just perhaps the war has spread to his lap and now he must allow or show force to keep den and kin under his feeble grasp...
His club will be a fine place to discover these secrets, and a great opportunity to enjoy the revelry of the sorts who attend his den, going there will be most enjoyable. says seil with a devious twinkle in his eyes taking a long sip from his new drink.
Seil allows jimmy to dart past him with an understanding and concerned look. Sighing he sloshes his drink around in his hand and sips at it.
as zoe prepares to leave seil quickly says guard him if you can, but dont force him away from this, his trial is his alone and his right.
with a look of growing annoyance he watches zoe dart past and then the wizard follow suit.
Grumbling something in his ancient tongue seil looks over at Thomas and his office date and waves his arms dramatically WELL now what?! HAHAHA tell me enforcer of mortal law how does this club sound to you? We could always find another spot for drunkeness, my own flock is surely willing to show you two a good time if you would like it as opposed to the den of vampires with secrets hiden behind extremly pointy teeth. Seil takes a hand to his face playfully immitating the fangs of a red court vampire.
”I understand” ’possibly better than you could imagine’ ”it’s his trial, I am just a shadow.” Zoë replies to Seil.
“, to dash”, she leaps out of the limousine leaving her bag, shoes and reserve behind. Zoë’s senses focus as the callous neon lights illuminate the street, sharpening as the hunt begins. A smile creeps across her face, teeth glinting like fangs. ’You enjoy this much’ a voice in her head tells her.
Seeing Jimmy run across the traffic and the cars skid to a halt, she rolls across the bonnet of the first, her legs wind milling before hitting the ground running. Hurdling onto the bonnet of a dark Mercedes draws profanities from the driver, causing Zoe to laugh madly in joy. ”This is the life, eh Parker. If you can tag him with some scent I should be able to follow him better. Just keep up if you can!” she breathily adds to the mage, as he uses the forerunners as blockers. The headlights making a kaleidoscope across her silvered earrings.
With a graceful bound she spins past another car, its horn blaring. ’Just another dance.’ Spotting her quarry dart from the flagged side-walks into a dark alley, Zoë lengthens her stride. The shadows of the alley, proving no hindrance to her augmented senses. The fetid tang of the trash, with an undercurrent of the sewers; usually this would set her stomach on edge but with wild abandon Zoë senses that this is the true nature of the New York streets.
Zoë draws the corner of her fingernail up her tights, laddering them badly. After a few strides over the harsh concrete the boots of the stockings are torn up, but Zoë’s feet are used to road running her soles toughened by her daily jogging.
With a leap she lands on the lid of a dumpster, as Jimmy scrambles wildly over a chain fence at the end of the alley; kicking himself over a wall in a Chan-esque manner. Zoë springs off the bin grabbing the bottom rungs of the fire escape as a trapeze and landing against the fence as Jimmy hits the ground on other side. Her blonde tresses whipping frenziedly in the motion.
A quick wrench of her arms and her feet hit the top of the fence and she sails to the ground, landing silently on her feet. Before she pushes off after the speedily departing figure of Jimmy.
Thomas watches with some concern, "No way I will be able to keep up with you guys. Call when he's found a place to hold up or you get yourselves into too deep." He quickly takes out one of his FBI cards and gives it to Zoe.
As Jimmy finally succumbs to his fears and bolts with Zoe and Parker on his heals he watches a few moments as the Jimmy and then Zoe bound over fences and across pavement in a way only seen in Asian films. He closes the door and leans back looking to Seil.
"Please... lets leave the bloodsuckers out of for tonight, the two we had to deal with was more than enough for now. Lets try somewhere more, safe until the Jimmy kid settles and Zoe calls." He sighs and comments, "I was hopping someone got something more from what happened at Spiro's, but it'll have to wait until later it seems... Lets go, I could use a nice cold one"
While Jimmy dashes off with Zoe behind him, Parker gets quickly after them, hardly able to keep them in sight. Finally, Jimmy seems to calm a bit and slows up next to a convenience store, breathing heavily.
The driver seems a bit amused at the antics as he pulls away from the curb and again into traffic. Will you be changing your destination sirs?" He asks calmly. You get the feeling he's seen far more odd things in his career.
Zoë sees Jimmy slow down and lean against the store window. Nearby is a dishevelled tramp, his limp form hunched under layers of rags to protect him from the harsh elements. Zoe's heart was pounding in her chest, adrenaline rushing. The night closes around her. ’I am only trying to follow, must remember. But I can taste his fear; feel his heart pulsing.’
Briefly, Zoe closes her eyes her acute senses take in the fetid odours of the streets, over-spiced take-aways and sweat dripping down her back. Her stomach growls inaudably with hunger. She waits to see where Jimmy will go next. ’Has something drawn him here? He was mumbling something about a hunt. I’ll just wait here and see what happens. But I am glad he is safe, for now!’
Sticking to the shadows Zoë hides and waits to see if Parker catches up. She looks around at the neighbourhood, not-recognising it, a poor part of town where if you wear the wrong colours or upset the wrong people you won’t survive the night. Making sure that she is downwind of her target, Zoë tries to slow her ragged breathing. Causing bursts of mist; streaming out of her mouth into the frosty night air. A light rain starts to pepper the ground, quickly soaking her flimsy dress.
’It’s Jimmy’s trial. It’s Jimmy’s trial.’