Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
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nother teenager gone missing’ the headline was printed in bold black letters. In other words it was designed to draw attention. Well Lucas couldn’t really blame them missing teenagers were important…as long as they were nice looking white blonde girls. Great now he was being bitter, then again he was entitled to some bitterness. He had gone missing over two years, nobody printed extra paper editions, and his face wasn’t on the milk cartons nor were there internet sites dedicated to finding him as the paper informed him. It was sad really, the only thing he ever read that was mostly connected to him was an obscure internet reference stating that an almost ghost town got swallowed by an earthquake. Okay so he was bitter a lot.
He took a bite from his hamburger as he leaned back in his booth. The old dinner was located on the road to the small town of Felton, Mississippi and in many ways it reminded him of Jericho. The people were mostly pleasant, the waitress an elderly dark haired woman always smiled. The paper had been left behind by whoever had sat here before he got here. He flipped it around a few pages as he felt tired, he had been driving for a few hours now, and he needed some sleep. Then again the fiasco with Dean Winchester a few days back was more then enough to keep anybody awake. Who would have thought that vampires were real? He cracked his neck as he looked outside the window, only the streetlights illuminated the dark.
Then again what did he expect? It was basically midnight in a few minutes. The dinner was open all night that wasn’t the problem; it was the whole where he would sleep that was the issue. His newest acquisition, a red Ford, wasn’t exactly comfy or homey for that matter. And if he had to sleep another night in that car he would hang himself. That was a given. The bell at the door chimed as somebody entered. Lucas perked an eyebrow, curiously examining the man.
Nicholas was on the run, but it wasn’t as though it was a new thing to him. Two agents had picked up on where he was not long back, which had resulted in a creative chase, involving vaulting over alleyway walls. Actually, Nicholas was the only one that had scaled over the wall, the other agents at a loss. The enhanced speed and strength he had as a vampire allowed him to manage it easier. So now, his first instinct was to slip into a nearby diner, hoping it would throw the agents off course. Walking in, he heard the bell chime, and glanced up at it with a slightly irritated frown. It would be fine, to human ears, but his hearing was a lot more sensitive. In fact, he could still hear the heartbeats of the agents that had been chasing him, even at this distance.
Straightening his shirt and jacket, to smooth it down after the climbing, he took in the diner, observing everyone there to ensure it was safe. He could hear their blood pulsing anyway, and if they recognised him he would pick up on any slight change in the heartbeat. He didn’t have long to glance round before he saw the woman in front of him suddenly stumbled. Out of reflex, Nicholas moved, disturbingly quickly...catching her before she fell to the floor, and steadying her. She blinked up at him, and then giggled slightly, looking rather embarrassed.
“Thanks,” she said quietly, as he moved back, stammering slightly, “My, my name’s Mikayla.”
Nicholas smirked, vaguely amused, “I’m sure it is.”
He didn’t offer his own name, making it clear he wasn’t going to, as he tossed her a wink before moving past. The last thing Nicholas needed was her finding out his name; it would only bring her trouble. That was when he noticed another guy glancing over, which automatically put him on edge. He had assumed his entrance was inconspicuous. Curious, Nicholas gave the guy a nod and a friendly smile, to see the reaction.
Nicholas wasn’t planning on staying around too long, and it wasn’t as if the diner was the right place for a vampire. He had a different type of appetite. Even so, it was a good place to wait for things to blow over.
Lucas observed as the stranger caught the waitress. He was fast…too fast actually. Come to thing of it he had seen such speed before. Then again what were the odds that he would encounter a vampire in freaking Mississippi? He saw a commercial of the True Blood series splattered across one of the pages in the news paper. No, that wasn’t possible; maybe the guy just has good reflexes. Somehow he wasn’t comforted by the notion. That’s when the stranger gave Lucas a nod followed by a rather friendly smile. He blinked at him. Quite frankly he simply didn’t expect…that. Men, at least straight men, generally weren’t that straight forward. Then again this guy might simply be considering him as an appetizer. Yet somehow he still felt that familiar heat rise up his neck at the notion that the guy might find him attractive.
He turned his head back to the paper he had been reading. The article of the missing girl continued to describe how she was one of the currently seven girls that have gone missing in the past three months. One of the missing girls had eventually turned up in a neighboring town; she had run away with a boyfriend. Naturally once it had been established that no actually violent crime had been committed the girl had been released to her parent’s custody. He glanced at the strangers direction again, well he was good looking he would give him that. The article continued to describe how the only other girl that had been found died of blood loss…with puncture wounds all over her body.
Maybe he should take a look…and do what? He barely survived his last encounter with a vampire he sure as hell wouldn’t survive another if he went looking for a fight. Then again his psychic powers might show him where the missing girls are. Why was he even considering this? He didn’t get involved that’s how he survived by avoiding things like this. Perhaps he simply felt kinship with those kids, they too were lost and it wouldn’t be the first time his nostalgia got him into trouble. He stood up, stretching his arms as he did so. Okay he was a computer hacker, he could simply hack his way into the sheriff’s system and if something was dodgy he could look into it further. Yes that was the wise and sensible thing to do.
“Here’s the money” he replied as he placed it on the counter along with the newspaper. The paper stayed open on the article about the missing girls. Brushing against the stranger accidentally “Sorry” he muttered as he waited for the waitress to get behind the counter and take his money.
The other guy seemed...surprised, maybe? Nicholas frowned, trying to figure him out, before the stranger went back to reading a paper. He certainly was rather attractive. Glancing at the paper himself, since his eyesight was enhanced as a vampire; Nick noticed the ‘true blood’ commercial and an amused smirk tainted his features. Well, at least true blood had the idea more right than twilight...to Nick’s knowledge; there were no species of vampire that sparkled. What would be the point? If evolution was true, then making a vampire sparkle would be like sticking a target on its forehead for any hunter in town. There would be no potential gain there.
However, this guy seemed to be reading another article, from which Nicholas picked up words such as ‘missing,’ ‘girls’ and ‘blood loss.’ He remembered reading something about that himself, but the fact that there were puncture ‘wounds’ as in plural? He didn’t see that happening. Vampires went for the one wound, after that, most struggled to control themselves. Nick himself didn’t know how he managed it.
Maybe it would be best if Nicholas just left now. It wasn’t his business standing and reading the article himself. Why did he care? Wasn’t as if there was anything he could do about it. Still, giving vampires a bad name like that didn’t go down too well with him. He had fought for years, perfecting his hunting, taking down animals and now and then the offering from a human or two. The agents might be gone by now, or he could risk it. Nick looked away from the article, and was about to leave when the man glanced in his direction again. Had he seen how fast Nicholas had caught the woman that had stumbled? Nicholas didn’t have him pinned as one of the agents that were after him, didn’t look the type.
Nicholas was about to dismiss it and leave, when the other guy moved before him, setting money down on the counter, along with the newspaper. As the guy brushed past him, Nicholas shrugged the apology off with a soft smirk. He really hadn’t minded that. Even so, there was still suspicion in the back of his mind. “Interesting article you were reading,” Nicholas commented, tone low and husky, his dark eyes becoming more piercing. Again, he wanted to see the reaction. Nick was good at what he did; which was to say, studying people. Well, his training in the CIA and abilities as a vampire certainly helped out with that – he was made to hone in on instinct, and pick up on when people called in a bluff. Nicholas was also good at lying himself, in fact, he was too practiced at it lately.
He heard the waitress move behind the counter to take the money, well, more accurately he could hear her blood more clearly. Her heart was beating pretty quickly, as though she had been rushed off her feet all day taking orders, and hadn’t managed to wind down.
The man’s voice was surprisingly low and a bit husky if he wasn’t mistaken. The question was a curious one though. Did he like reading about dead teens? Who asks things like that? Was this guy a hunter? Winchester and his ilk did refer to themselves as that. Even if he was one why was he asking him questions? The only thing he needed at this point was a picture of him in Hunters Quarterly with the instructions to hide cars and shoot at him at sight. Then again Dean didn’t exactly strike him as a person that would have somebody else deal with his grudges. All that aside this guy certainly did have the look about him, that I-live-in-a-car-look or at least I travel a lot look.
“Well only if you like stories about missing kids and dead girls” he replied as he sat down at the bar hooker next to the stranger. He would have to give the stranger some credit he certainly had that charmer smile that tended to get the attention of those around him. Didn’t they say the same about Ted Bundy? “Hi I’m Lucas” he introduced himself. The waitress came and picked up his money, which mostly consisted out of crumpled bills and some change. Well there is a way that he could find out what this guys story was, but he quite frankly he had a nagging suspicion that the stranger might take it personally if he started fumbling and touching him.
“So what brings you to this charming little dinner?” he asked as he ordered another cup of coffee.
“Well only if you like stories about missing kids and dead girls”
“There are lots of missing people, the press just makes a big deal out of it if they’re female,” Nicholas pointed out mildly, “And, no, I think it’s interesting, because whatever idiot is faking vampire attacks, they’re not doing it all that well. More than one puncture wound? Highly unlikely.” His tone was casual, as though he acknowledged vampires did exist, which he did. If this guy was a civilian with no supernatural knowledge, it could be taken as simple a joke.
“Hi I’m Lucas”
Nicholas watched him a moment, contemplating whether to offer a name, before the fake name slipped from his tongue easily, “Adrian. Pleasure to meet you.” It was for his own good. Nicholas refrained from giving anyone his real name anymore, in fear of them getting hurt. Although, people that stuck around long enough, tended to find out his real name anyway. His accent was clearly British, so Lucus would be right in guessing Nicholas was the type that travelled a lot. As Lucus ordered another cup of coffee, Nicholas told the woman to make it two, taking out his wallet and leafing through a thick wad of notes. So he had taken to gambling and, yeah, he was damned good at it. That, and the fact he was still working. The waitress blinked at him, and Nicholas flashed her a charming smile again, hoping she wouldn’t question anything.
“Give him his money back,” Nicholas nodded to Lucus, “I’ll pay.” The waitress complied in confusion, and Nicholas handed her over a few notes, including a generous tip.
“So what brings you to this charming little dinner?”
Nicholas didn’t really have an answer for that one, so he went with the truth, adopting a joking tone, “Honestly? I’m on the run from the CIA.” He gave a soft laugh, thinking it was ironic that Lucus probably had no idea how close to the truth that was. He took a seat, reclining back and watching the waitress, at the same time listening for anything unusual. Slipping his wallet into his inside pocket, he moved quickly so it wouldn’t reveal the gun he had holstered. Old habits died hard. “You?”
He nodded at Adrian agreeing with the man’s assessment of the situation. Sadly if the majority of the victims weren’t blonde white girls this would have died down a while ago. True the newspaper would still report about after a while, maybe at the anniversaries but quite frankly the missing kids would probably fade and be forgotten as soon as the next starlet forgot to wear her panties. He did find himself a little taken aback when Adrian offered his expert opinion on the matter. Lucas couldn’t really imagine hunters being that…straight forward.
“Yeah but what if there were more then one?” he asked trying to mimic the man’s matter of fact tone. Once again he found himself rather surprised when the stranger paid for his coffee and meal. Was the guy flirting with him? Should he be flirting back? Well Adrian was smiling at him and certainly didn’t seem too adverse about talking to him. Especially considering the morbid topic, he chuckled when the man said that he was running from the CIA. It seemed definitely to be too random for an actual fact, then again he had seen and heard weirder to be disturbed by it. So the guy really was flirting with him. He smirked; it had been a while since anybody had shown an interest in him, let alone a romantic one.
“Well actually I’m a…” one of the fabled 66 seals, who is currently on the run from a powerful super demon bent on world destruction, but for to achieve that it has to kill me first…oh and also I’m psychic “…on a road trip, last hurrah before college and stuff” he lied. The story was actually believable and he was the right age and everything, not to mention he had rehearsed it several times. “So why are you running from the CIA?” he asked deciding to play along, as he leaned against the counter.
Nicholas had already started to think down that avenue, so he voiced his thoughts now, “It’s possible, albeit not probable.” Most vampires that he knew of didn’t like to share food. More so because a lot of vampires were evil. Nick wasn’t sure whether he was a rare exception or not, since the only vampire like him that he had come across had been his maker. His maker was someone he hadn’t seen in a very long time, and thinking about it now made his gaze darken slightly. He hated the fact that he had been turned into this, although there was no way out. Nicholas was prepared to go on living life as humanly as possible.
Without realising it, Nicholas guessed he had been flirting. It was unnatural for him in a way; since despite his sexuality he had lived in times when it was more frowned on to admit to anything other than being straight. He was used to having to hide the fact that he was drawn to men and women alike. Still, at the chuckle, and the way Lucus smirked, Nicholas figured the guy was okay with it. He returned the smirk, watching as the waitress set down two cups of coffee for them. He wrapped his hand around one, not drinking yet, as it gave him slightly more reason to stay if he took his time. Somewhere in his mind there was an instinct to flee. It wasn’t wise to stay here, when the agents could stumble on this place sometime soon, as could any hunters.
He kept listening in, hearing everyone that moved around them, and since he was attuned to that he also sensed Lucus was lying to him. The pulse changes slightly when someone lies, and he picked up on it.
“College?” he raised an eyebrow, grinning slightly, and teasing, “You don’t seem the type.”
He wouldn’t press the issue right now, but it had perked his curiosity. Why did this guy feel the need to hide something? Nicholas gathered it didn’t relate to him, or the article Lucus had been reading, but he still wanted to know what it was. As Lucus spoke again, he finally took a sip of coffee, and he had to admit it was good to taste something other than blood. It was quite well made too, and strong like he preferred it.
“So why are you running from the CIA?”
“You got me there, I don’t know myself,” he replied, casually, amusement in his gaze, “Apparently they have reason to believe I’m a rogue agent now.”
“College?” Adrian raised an eyebrow “You don’t seem the type.” His tone was teasing him. Lucas liked that.
“And what like type do I look like to you?” he asked much more flirtatiously then intended, returning the smile. It was that moment when his priorities for the night changed: dead teens later, hot coffee guy now. He blew at the steam rising from the coffee after a moment. And took a sip, the hot brew was revitalizing him in a way as he felt his heart rate quicken. Perhaps it was the flirting or maybe even the caffeine but he found himself suddenly wide awake, no longer fighting the sleep from his eyes. Up to this point one might have attributed Lucas’s behavior as overtly friendly or even perky. But after this one, there was no doubt that Lucas had more romantic intentions in his mind.
“You got me there, I don’t know myself” Adrian replied, casually, amusement in his gaze, “Apparently they have reason to believe I’m a rogue agent now.”
Lucas couldn’t help but to smile. “How very Burn Notice of you” he replied playfully. He took another sip of his coffee this time he added some sugar. He never drank black coffee. “Being on the run must be taxing on your girlfriend” he probed after a moment. It wouldn’t be the first time that he ran off the proverbial cliff, if so then he was certainly giving Adrian a chance to dodge this particular bullet.
“If you’re looking for a ride you’re free to come with me” he offered “In a car!” he added a moment later “You know down a road” he continued his faux pass induced mini-rant.
Nicholas gave a soft laugh, realising this guy was perhaps returning the flirt. He picked up on the heart rate changing, even if he didn’t mean to. It was hard not to notice, or listen in. He couldn’t just turn those senses off. He studied his companion, more than anything wanting a real answer to that question, before replying, “Not sure yet,” he took another sip of coffee, adding with a wink, “But I’d like to find out.” So that was the truth, and Nicholas was more than comfortable with flirting a bit more.
“How very Burn Notice of you”
The fact that Lucus was being playful allowed the amusement to return to Nicholas’s gaze. It was rather cute. He smirked, shrugging casually. That was actually a very accurate way of putting it. Nicholas had seen that show, at some point, although he hadn’t watched much of it. The media sometimes had an annoying habit of portraying something so close to your life it was rather unsettling.
“Being on the run must be taxing on your girlfriend”
Nicholas raised an eyebrow at the gender-specific term, considering it before replying, deliberately substituting Lucus’s word for one that was generic/gender-neutral, “Actually, I’m single at the moment. I don’t have a partner.”
The emphasis fell on partner, as Nicholas suspected conveying that he wasn’t straight either. Well, I suppose, in a way, he was part straight, but that wasn’t the point. Settling against the bar, leaning slightly closer to Lucus, he redirected a similar question, “And your road trip, you travelling with a girlfriend?” This time he used his companion’s word instead, not fully sure, but assuming since it seemed Lucus had been flirting with him, he may get a similar answer.
As Lucus started to rant, after saying something that could be taken the wrong way, Nicholas laughed again, a mischievous spark in his eyes as he replied, “As opposed to the obvious innuendo?” he recovered from the laughter, although the smile still remained on his lips, “Well, I walked here, so I’d like to take you up on that ride...in a car...down a road.” So he was teasing again, if only to end Lucus’s rant. Nicholas wouldn't have even commented if Lucus hadn't pointed out the other meaning so clearly by trying to stress what he really meant. “I drive a motorbike personally, gives you more of an adrenaline rush. You ever driven one?” Nicholas had passed his driving test for cars too, since he had been alive so long (what to do in 500 years or so, right?), but driving a motorbike, with the wind howling around as you sped up, it was a great feeling. His bike was currently parked in the lot next to the motel he was staying at.
“Ha, ha” he replied to Adrian’s teasing. Well the man had a sense of humor he would give him that. Not to mention the good looks. Lucas had not really expected to stumble across a guy like him in this little place. He took another sip of his coffee as he listened to Adrian talk, not minding the closeness. The waitress walked by them again, checking the money in the cash register. He did find a bit odd that the man walked to a drive by diner in the middle of a road, but then again he himself did arrive in a car that he hijacked in New York.
“I drive a motorbike personally, gives you more of an adrenaline rush. You ever driven one?”
Lucas shook his head after a moment “Well a friend drove me once” he answered as he recalled the particular chain of events which led to his joy ride. He and Kyle were actually robbing a clothing store at the moment, not that they actually got anything since they couldn’t put it on the bike nor did they get away far since the cops caught them not seven blocks later. One of the many drawbacks in living in a small town – there are police everywhere even if they have four cars. None the less it was a fond memory. “We didn’t get very far and I swallowed a bug or two but besides that it was great” he joked
“So where do you want me to take you?” he asked as he finished his coffee “I would appreciate it if you could tell me of a place where I could spend the night” his last question was half flirt half serious. He leaned forward almost closing the space between himself and Adrian, leaving only a few inches between them “Also I’m not dating anybody either”
He stood up and started walking towards the door. “You coming?” he asked as he his hand gripped the handle.
“We didn’t get very far and I swallowed a bug or two but besides that it was great”
Nicholas raised an eyebrow, laughing lightly, “Hmm, maybe I’ll let you drive mine sometime. It’s relatively easy to learn.”
He wasn’t quite sure why he offered, or why he was acting like he was. Part of him told him he needed to leave. He had stayed too long, and talked too much. Whether he hadn’t offered a real name or not, Nicholas was still sure it wouldn’t do Lucus much good to be seen with him. Then again, he didn’t know the first thing about this guy. The other half wanted to leave with Lucus, and reasoned that what could happen? The agents were still a while back, and he knew a place where no questions would be asked. Almost a safe house. Needless to say, he went with the latter idea. Which meant if he was doing that, he might as well give his real identity. Nicholas contemplated that.
“I would appreciate it if you could tell me of a place where I could spend the night”
Nicholas smirked at his words, flirting back, “Oh, I was planning to. There’s a motel, about a block from here...it’s where I’m staying right now. I forget the name, but I can direct you?”
He enjoyed the fact that the distance had suddenly lessened considerably, at least until Lucus pulled back and stood up. As Lucus admitted to not dating anyone, that mischievous glint returned to his gaze, and he decided then he was definitely going to abandon the initial plan of leaving the diner on his own. Watching Lucus walking away, his eyes idly flickered over the other man. Well he could look, and Lucus wasn’t facing him right now anyway.
“You coming?”
Nicholas downed the rest of his coffee, rising quickly, and catching up with Lucus just as fast, winking, “Of course I am”
Since Lucus had his hand resting on the door handle, but hadn’t opened it yet, Nicholas saved him the hassle, his hand brushing against the other guy’s as he went to open the door himself. Stepping back, he nodded to the now open door, almost in a gentlemanly manner, waiting for Lucus to go through first. Following him out, Nicholas glanced around, noticing several cars parked about. He wondered which one was Lucus’s.
“So, which do you drive? Tell me it isn’t that one...,” Nicholas gestured to a car with three wheels, grinning, “Last time I was in one of those things, I wasn’t sure I was gunna live through the journey.”
Lucas was both pleasantly surprised and slightly taken aback when Adrian opened the door for him. It was a nice gesture no doubt but it was something that is usually done when a guy is courting a girl. And he wasn’t a girl; on the upside Adrian was courting him so in the great scheme of things he was rather pleased. The cool night air sent chills down his back as he exited the warmth of the restaurant. Several cars were parked outside the dinner, one which seemed to be a rather old clunky wreck out of the seventies. Odd it had not been here when he had parked it and he was on the edge of the town so he couldn’t really imagine why somebody would have left a car here.
“No I’m traveling around not begging around” he replied to the flirt as he dismissed his thoughts about the wreck several feet away “It’s the blue one over there” he nodded towards a 1970’s Renault. One of the many drawbacks of being a car thief was that one could never steal a brand new car. GPS and satellite tracking made that nigh impossible, unless one wanted to get caught within a few hours. Then again the Renault was a rather pleasant surprise that came in a bag of some shrieking woman he had stumbled across.
“So where are we going?” he asked as he unlocked the passenger door next to the drivers seat. He rubbed his hands together for a bit, trying to get the warmth back into his fingers. It had gotten colder then he would have expected. Probably one of the cooler nights for Mississippi, he put the key into the ignition and started the car as he waited for the directions from Adrian. The car didn’t start on the first try, the engine finally started to hum and work at the third though. He didn’t start driving right away he waited for a minute so that the engine could get warmed up.
“So is it a habit of yours to drive off into the night with strange men or is it just me?” he asked jokingly as leaned back, looking at Adrian once more.
As Nicholas observed the car, he was thinking the same thing. He hadn’t come across the car when he had run into the diner, and that hadn’t been long back. His gaze was sharp enough to make out that in the dimness of shadows; the car appeared to be without occupants. In the back of his mind, that didn’t settle well with him. He glanced around, letting his other senses guide him. Well, he might not be able to see anyone right now, but he could sense people nearby somewhere. He heard the heartbeat and the blood flow. A group? What would they be doing hanging about somewhere in the streets anyway? Stretching his senses further, he heard the agents, although they were even further away now...which was a relief. He had clearly given them the slip quite well.
“It’s the blue one over there”
Nicholas snapped out of it, following Lucus’s gesture as the other man nodded at the car. He smirked and nodded approvingly, “Nice car.” He wondered for a moment if Lucus was good with cars, and knew their makes etc. since he had referred to the car simply by its colour. Most other people he knew, more so guys, would usually bring someone’s attention to a car by telling them the make. Getting into the car, he watched Lucus rubbing his hands, and it was only then he realised it was probably cold. Nicholas wasn’t even feeling it right now. Then again, he was wearing his leather jacket, which always seemed to keep him warm quite well.
“So where are we going?”
Nicholas paused for a moment, mentally drawing up a map in his mind, before responding, “Follow the road ahead until it bends round, and then take your immediate right. Then it’s the third road on your left, another immediate right...then you’ll see it on your right hand side. It’s just next door to an old pub, I believe. Not far at all.”
Nicholas wasn’t sure if Lucus would remember that, but either way he could repeat the instructions as he drove. He clicked the seatbelt on, not for the reason of safety, but because he didn’t want to give any cops that might be around reason to pull them over. It wasn’t as if Nicholas would probably die in a car crash anyway, well, unless something happened to take his head off. Reclining back against the seat, his gaze settled on Lucus once more.
“So is it a habit of yours to drive off into the night with strange men or is it just me?”
“I have to say this is a first for me,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair out of habit, before returning the joke, “Is it a habit of yours to offer lifts to strange men?”
Listening to the hum of the engine, he thought back to the old car, and couldn’t help but bring the subject up, “That car I gestured to before...did you see it before you went into the diner? It seems out of place, to be honest.”
He was still leaning against his seat when Adrian started to joke around. Had he been a normal person chances were that he would have simply laughed it away with out actually having to think about it. Then again Luke wasn’t exactly normal, by any stretch of the definition. And that seem to include to the people who he seemed to be driving around on a regular basis: Chad, Jase a hunter and the crown piece of his collection Wolfe – the wolf that turned into a man. Let’s face it; it didn’t get any stranger then that. He did laugh it off though as if he didn’t actually have to think about it.
“Depends on your definition of strange” he replied teasingly, as he too put his seatbelt into place. For the second inquiry he actually had to think back a bit. The wreck arrived a tad later then he had. “It’s a wreck from what looks like the seventies…” he gestured at the car in question as he drove by it in order to exit the parking lot “…of course it’s out of place” he added the last sentence jokingly with a bit of a duh-tone in it. “The group that arrived took a cab, it was one of those Goth kids no-body-understands-us themed groups” he explained “You know dressed in black leather with chains and stuff” usually he didn’t judge, or at least he didn’t try to judge, from outward appearances but he did judge on the basis that he had overheard two of the groups girls talking when they came into the dinner.
He took the first turn Adrian had told him about “Personally I never got that” he continued thinking aloud “Just seems as if they spend an incredible amount of time to dress up in order to get attention so that they can say that they don’t care what the world thinks about them…” he paused at a stop sign checking to see if there were any cars coming “…but if they don’t then why dress up in the first place?”
A few moments later they arrived at what Lucas believed to have been the place Adrian had described “That it?” he asked nodding at the red flashing motel sign.
