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Polly
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Date Posted: 10/16/13 5:47:29am
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Ruger Moss
's message, "/|Kick It In the Sticks|\" on 10/15/13 10:39:10pm
"Oh you flirt! I like this one Polly! He's got a keeper's sense of humor," the nun bubbled with laughter. She gripped his forearm instead of his hand, her own was covered in razor sharp gloves, the gleaming silver had holy symbols, scripture, and unidentifiable script engraved over the otherwise smooth surface.
When Sister Eve drew back she waggled her fingers in the air as if to impress upon Ruger her words, "Now I know how you young hunters are, with your contests to see who can bleed the most without passing out and all," fond exasperation lined her tone, "but if you have any trouble a bit of soap can't cure and you let Polly know and I'll take a look." There was something mysterious about the smile that tugged at her mouth, "I'll put you back together quicker than you can say Grace."
Between Polly's acceptance of Ruger and Sister Eve's confidence Leroy knew Ruger must have potential. The first blood of the night had been drawn and there was still enough work to be done for both of the young hunters to be put through their paces still. He didn't accept it because of anything in particular Ruger did, but he wasn't fool enough to overlook the benefit his presence would bring their little group.
It had not escaped his notice that Ruger had the weight of experience behind him and there was a look in the eyes that said he'd draw blood, his own or someone else's, before he let something bite Polly in the ass. And there wasn't a single person in their group that looked like they had the kind of physical capabilities that were required to keep up with Polly. By Leroy's measure, if Polly had someone like Ruger at her back when she was in the thick of things, he'd be able to tolerate getting left back at the house to play babysitter with the kids a little more. None of this meant he wouldn't be having a drink with the lad to measure him out personally, but there was a job to be done and a time limit ticking.
Polly knew she wasn't normal, but she couldn't believe she was anything more than human. There was so little she knew, she couldn't bear the thought that it was anything other than crossed wires in her brain. She'd seen that show, Dead Zone, it seemed plausible. Maybe. There were vampires and motherfucking demons walking around, it didn't seem like that much of a stretch to think someone who'd been so thoroughly destroyed like her had been put back together a little funny. At least if she was just broken...she could eventually fix it.
Mostly, she never had reasons to ponder such things, but her mind felt full to the brim with with a chaotic whirl of information she couldn't possibly keep up with at the moment. She was so practiced, so perfect at stuffing the secrets behind the mystery in her eyes, but even she had to take pause when her reality reacted so...blindingly specific to something. In this case it was Ruger's practically tangible need for her to be safe.
After getting such a strong taste of that she couldn't help but trust him. It was instinctual at this point, until proven otherwise, because Polly's instincts had rarely ever failed her. It wasn't as if they were BFFs now, but shit happens and life throws mac-truck sized curve-balls sometimes. It wasn't that hard to believe she'd gained a pack mate, so to speak, over the course of one long evening. Even if it was rare as hell for her to just...click with someone.
It had happened maybe two or three times in the bloody corridors of her past...but those were thoughts for another night. As the wind had whipped around her and Blue drew in close she knew their trouble had only just begun. She knew he could sense it too. Her left hand drifted out at patted him softly. And like glittering dust everything fell away until it was just her and the night's thunderous call for the blood of those who threatened her family.
The heat in her eyes had cooled some after her confrontation with the kid, but Ruger's personal brand of playfulness had a way of provoking her. When he opened the door for her, she chuckled, "You might be surprised how many guys put their hands in the cookie jar without thinking about it like that." With a grunt she managed to heft the bag up into the truck. "I rather appreciate the consideration."
Polly climbed into the driver's seat before responding to his offer, a soft chuckle barely escaping her. "We can't have that now, can we?" With a smile that was a little to broad to be a smirk she offered Ruger the kit. "There's some good stuff in here. The clear coat in the red bottle stings like a bitch, but it'll cover the scent when your done." The kit was overstocked, about half of it was high quality, but standard. Then there were other things thrown in there too. Some things had labels that just didn't have rational sense, but had more supernatural connotations like vials of dried herbs and tiny jars of home made ointments. There was clearly a squeeze bottle with a sticker that proclaimed, 'Holy Water.'
She sat her phone where she could see it, slid the keys into the ignition and started the truck. "We're a rag tag bunch, but when you've bled together like we have you stick together," her eyes flickered towards the fire escape. She would never have let Leroy or the kid walk in there alone if Sister Eve hadn't unexpectedly shown up. The nun was a bit old to be running the front lines, but she was blessed with a rare gift indeed and Polly knew a single demon wouldn't take on one of the Eves without preparation, at least not in the sorry state that one had left in. "I've worked with Leroy off and on for as long as I can remember. The kid is new. Poor thing got dragged into all this mess, wrong place, wrong time. Got lucky he had the right people watching out for him."
Polly handled the truck well, but she also drove like speed limits were for babies. Her eyes stayed on the road while she spoke, "Everyone who spends a lot of time tangling with demons eventually meets a woman like Sister Eve..." Polly grinned a bit wryly, "Well...maybe not like my Eve, she's extra feisty." She began to slow down only when they the map on her phone said the vamps weren't in danger of getting out of range. "There's a little one back home, too. She is what holds it all together." Polly didn't elaborate too much. People just had to meet Jewels to really understand. "She's gonna love Blue, she'll be all over my ass to get her a puppy again," her tone was one of fond exasperation.
"So about dinner," Polly's expression was pure mischief when she did glance Ruger's way, "I imagine if you make it through to the end of the night we can work something out." She followed the route the phone instructed, "If you can manage to not get lock jaw, I could use a man with your skills to help me with a little project I need to finish up soon."
They still had a bit of driving before they were going to catch up, so Polly didn't mind making small talk while he cleaned himself up. It gave her something to do, other than let the blood on his skin agitate her concern. He was a grown man, perfectly okay, the sight of those raw wounds shouldn't have been making her hand twitch. "If tonight goes well then I sign the deed on our slice of the mountains out here. There's a lot of land I want to survey with my own eyes before it gets too cold. Someone really should come along to make sure I don't get too lost in the woods." Her laughter was self depreciating, "Otherwise, could be after Christmas before I find my way out."
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