open log - but I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more

[staytofight]

CHARACTERS: Good ol' Garrett and you!
LOCATION: THE SHIIIIP. That's not vague at all. Starts Dec. 10th, but whenever time this week you want.
WARNINGS: He might sniff your character. Super secretly. He's also pretty good at overhearing things with his magical vampire ears, if you wanna do something like that. If your character is injured, he'll probably swivel and leave. Generally, if you have an idea for something, just let me know! Warnings for him thinking about how yummy your human character smells, I guess. /sunglasses
SUMMARY: Garrett is a curious mind. Cue him getting into people's business and trying to figure out how a big space ship actually works.



Garrett's been in and out of places around here--mainly the med bay. He's quick enough that swiping the blood packs isn't so difficult, though he's starting to notice there's not... as big a stigma against the supernatural around here. In fact, it's kinda spooky. Twilight Zone, that's what it is.

The synthetic blood isn't that great, but he's a trooper. Total trooper.

...

Okay, he takes some of the real goods, and it legitimately takes effort to peel himself away from the med bay, instead of tearing the place apart and drinking it all until sated. But he manages. He's not ingesting nearly as much blood at a time like he would back home, but he's decently fed. He still eyeballs the animals in the gardens with a thoughtful expression, because. Well. He's had animals on the mind since he went to Forks and spoke with the Denalis...

Wonder what cow tastes like?

He climbs around through the latter levels of the garden, where the jungles are. The deeper he goes, the less people are around, which is great because he just loves stretching his legs. It's as close to Earth as he could be, and anything's better than nothing. Eventually he takes a break to lay in the usual gardens, eavesdropping where he's able while he pretends to sleep. He admittedly like this particular place a lot. Nice to gather thoughts, and not too many people bump into you.

He also visits the kitchens, even if he doesn't eat or drink. Because why not? Hey, just because someone doesn't drink doesn't mean they can't visit the bar. Even if it is a wasted opportunity. He couldn't help but wonder how where they were keeping all the supplies. Did they just... have a big room full of crap, swap it out when they need more? ... And is this a space microwave or something?

Might as well visit the shuttle bay, too. Though a lot of his exploration there consists of 'what's this button doooo'? For most of his thoroughly lazy wandering, he decides to venture off into the hallways. He's really honestly hoping he runs into something dangerous and unknown, because that just sounds exciting, especially on a mystery ship like this. He'd rather know what he's dealing with here before it decides to come to him, but who knows how good his luck is in that department. Heck, not too much interesting to see... Some drawings from time to time... some creepy doors.

Wonder how much it'd take to punch through any of this.

Though he's not really discouraged, and empty hallways ain't no scary thang. He likes having a lot of places to walk, and considering he can go without food and water, he can go through the place for a few days without any trouble. What's sleep? Nothin', that's what. He barely remembers how sleep feels.

Maybe he'll run into some mystery company while he's out and about? Might smell you before you see him, though. Or maybe he'll just run into you. Whatchu' doing out in the halls Heather?

... He's really sorry if he looks like a creepy silhouette, HE'S NOT EVEN TRYING TO BE GODDAMMIT, IT'S TOTALLY THE COAT.

Not that he enjoys jump scares or anything.

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[sweetmotherofgod]

Garrett. He looks like a Garrett, now he's said it. Which is kind of a weird thought, but oh well.

"Hard to shorten, too. Wolf just sounds douchey, Big might give the wrong impression. I'm trying to reserve judgement on Bad." Better late than never, right? She gestures to herself in reciprocation.

"Heather. Welcome aboard, Garrett."

With welcome pronounced exactly like my condolences.

[staytofight]

"I appreciate the effort. Some people back home aren't so good at reserving their judgement." Which is entirely accurate. There's a reason they have creepy lore about them—can't spend so many years in battle, on the streets, and so on without people noticing a few things about you. He shifts on his feet, moving passed Heather to stare at the long, empty hallway.

Still creepy. Just his habitat. As he moves, he talks.

"Though I'm not so sure I can enjoy the welcome as much. I had plans back home I was actually pretty excited for." Hummm. "I'm all for adventure, but this is a bit much."

It's not very exciting when nothing's popping up! Sure, he's only given it a few days, but when you're abducted by a spaceship, you wanna see things goin' down! Humbug, says he. Humbug.

[sweetmotherofgod]

She tenses up when he moves past her, shoulders stiffening, hand going straight back into that pocket. And that just annoys her further - in comparison to all the things she's seen on board there's nothing about this guy that even compares in the scary stakes. The hand that's not curling tight around the grip of the taser rubs tiredly at her eyes.

"It's nothing." What? Heather, who are you even talking to right now. "I mean, this is nothing. It's quiet now. Especially with the network out and half the damn ship still in their pods."

[staytofight]

"Right... heard that that was a problem--people not waking up. That it's a new problem." But why now? And why was the network out? Man, he didn't even get a chance to see what was going on with those. Guess he won't until someone tech savvy does something. Or someone finds something. He's still got his attention down the hall but his body swivels, as though he's lingering on the idea of continuing onward.

"I doubt I'll find anything about the pods or the network out here..."

He finally looks back at her, unsure if this is the best offer, but not really caring if it's a bad thing--hey, what will she do? Shoot him? "Don't think I'll be finding anything in general but more hallways and locked doors. I can walk with you, if you'd like the company?"

[sweetmotherofgod]

you shouldn't make a habit of wandering around alone

That... wasn't what he said. Was it? She looks at him, shaking her head. It's not - she doesn't know him, but -

why don't you walk with me?

- what she hasn't been able to remember for two months is trying to come back, the images battering at whatever walls have been put up in her head until they break down. Pale skin, sharp teeth, impossibly strong hands holding her by the wrist and throat and red eyes -- pushing at her, pushing at her mind until she was gone and there was nothing there but who she'd been and she'd lost control. Red eyes. Blood red eyes --

she has thumbed the taser on, leveled it at him and fired it before she thinks to say no.

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[staytofight]

The only reason it doesn't just bounce off his body is his clothes, really--the lines catch on his shirt, clinging as the volts shoot through him with apparently little effect. He staggers back with a little grunt, and something about the way he's built causes light: blue streaks under his skin that gives off some strange crystal-like sheen. But other than that? He recovers quickly.

Sorry, Heather, but his lady back home packs a bigger electric punch than a taser. He looks at her like she just punched a small creature in the face--that is, for someone like him, with exasperation more than horror. Maybe Heather expects a lunge or a hiss... or any sort of attack, really, but there's none of that here.

[staytofight]

"Really, Heather?"

He plucks the thin lines from his clothes, entirely forfeit.

"I'm glad you're independent and paranoid, but really, you could've just said no thanks." Well, if the girl doesn't want company, he'll just have to do as she wishes--which is casually wandering off down the dark, deep hallway without another word.

[sweetmotherofgod]

Too scared to scream, her voice is little more than a strangled yelp as he takes the prongs from his clothes and drops them. What is he? There's some comfort, at least, to be found in the fact that he turns and leaves.

When all she can see is his back, she staggers back to the wall and starts to cry.

[staytofight]

He walks, and when she begins crying he stops down the hall--a completely hesitating motion, and he turns to look back despite himself. No matter how heartless and soulless he believes he is, the cries of women and children still compel him to stop in his tracks. He could pretend that all was lost and eroded over time, but it really hasn't, and perhaps its that part of him that edged him toward animal blood near the end of his aiding the Cullens.

(He felt that compassion when he clung to Kate's frame as she stared hopelessly, miserable and in that moment truly lost in how to proceed.)

The sad thing is, while one half of him hates such a response, the other half wars with him and says 'yes, fear my hunger, I'm the thing you should be scared of most of all, at night when you lay your head down'. It's nature, as a predator. He's bound to be hated by something his people consider 'food', regardless of changes he's made or allies he's attempting to get. He is a vampire, and a cruel one at that, compared to people like the Denalis and the Cullens.

I suppose 'Big Bad Wolf' will do after all.

It'd do no good to turn back, and in a way, he knows it's for the best. If she thinks him a monster--a perfectly valid thought--he'd rather stay out of her nightmares and let her live with a little less fear in her life aboard this supposed terror ship. But his ears pick up every little sound she makes much louder than a human's, hears her heart pounding so quickly in her chest.

"I'm sorry I frightened you," he speaks within enough earshot, and it is genuine for what it's worth. Soon he moves to escape the smell of salty water intense to him like ocean winds and the sounds of human misery (a tune he's so used to, delivering and witnessing), and he's just a blur as he's gone down the hallway. In a few seconds, he'll be gone far enough. Leaves the hall empty and quiet, save for her.