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    JC Smith's Avatar
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    (Quiet listener)
    Aspect of the Predator
    JC Smith

    Cacophony Whisperer

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    So, he was probably being tracked. That didn’t sit well with JC. And while he hadn’t heard of any deaths in the homeless community near his haven, he was hesitant to feed there again. Not just because it could end up with someone dead close to his home but because if he fed there too often it was sure to be noticed sooner or later.

    He had tried to consider several options, including heading farther afield. It had been several months since he’d been in Davis. At the same time, if whatever or whoever followed him past the Barrens it would mean not having the support of Sacramento Kindred. At least in the city he knew there were some who could help.

    That was a strange thought.

    In the end, he decided to hunt in what had once been a familiar place.

    Meetings didn’t really change that much. There were the introductions. The main topic would be brought up and explained. There was an activity this time, for which he was glad. It meant less time for group discussion. Less time to hear about these people’s problems and lives. Less time to see them as… people.

    JC mumbled his way through a story that wasn’t his when it came to his turn. He’d heard enough of them that he could compose a believable narrative from snippets of past patients and other meetings he’d attended.

    All the while, in the back of his mind, he could smell the stench of withdrawal sweats. All he could think about was the taste of blood. At one point his senses heightened. It didn’t even surprise him when the scent of drugs hit his nostrils. Being clean may be the goal but that didn’t mean everyone who came in was. It would make them an easier target. Even as it made their recovery worse.

    JC muscled through those thoughts as best he could but he couldn’t justify himself. It’s why he’d stopped hunting this way. In addition to the fact that such victims were more likely to be medically tested at some point. At the same time, he hoped the fact that some where being watched over more carefully might detour his stalker.

    The Serenity prayer finished and JC got up, closely following the woman who smelled of sweat and depression back onto the night streets.
    Presence (Quiet Listener) 1 / BP1


  2. #2
    Seryna's Avatar

    Jennifer Hazelton

    Following close behind the woman seemed to be working just fine. Just another night where he needed to get some blood, before things got desperate. Then he has the instinct to turn his head as a footfall comes in close behind him, closer than he would think with his domain awareness - or the Beast's drive for self preservation. A look backwards reveals only people donning their outerwear and dispersing into the night. No one as close as what JC had just heard. No one appears to be looking in his direction or giving him much attention beyond a passing glance as a young, tired looking woman paused on the road beside him. After checking the street was clear, she crossed over the street and headed to her car, a sedan type parked on the road. His mark seemed oblivious as she walks towards a nearby public parking lot.

    Give me a wits + composure roll please JC Smith
    Jennifer Hazelton - BP 1 Health 7
    Jennifer stands at 5'7"
    Nosferatu Curse: Voice of Odd pitch
    Nosferatu / Invictus Status (Invictus) ●●●

    Elysian Fields - Mask of Tranquility

  3. #3
    JC Smith's Avatar
    Attribute (Presence)
    (Quiet listener)
    Aspect of the Predator
    JC Smith

    Cacophony Whisperer

    (Heightened Senses)Vitae 0 Spent
    1
    PRE

    JC didn't see anything but was fairly certain what he'd heard. Listening well was one something he had been trained to do. Though admittedly, observing patients was a far cry from being stalked by a fast shapeshifting something. If that's what he'd heard and not just the echo of footsteps bouncing off concrete walls.

    As he kept following towards the parking lot he started to try to weigh whether this was worth it. He needed to feed but was this risking too much. He opened his ears, working to hear if he was indeed being followed to night.

    2 successes
    Presence (Quiet Listener) 1 / BP1


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