Hidden Track {OPEN}

[david]

David's flight from Greece was less than satisfying; the food was bad, the stewardess was a snobby little bitch, and it seemed like every five minutes the pilot had something to report that didn't particularly make sense to David. Flying lingo perhaps, but it was the worst flight he had been on regardless, and he's been on a lot of flights. However, despite the flight he was rather pleased at the destination they chose to touch down on the great American soil and that was Jacksonville Florida, Home of the Retired, honestly that's what it seemed when he left Jacksonville International, everyone around him seemed old and even older and how that was possible without the aide of a walker was beyond him.

David doesn't mean to stereotype sections of America, like Alabama is into their cousins, he knows some nice people there. But stepping off that plane David walked smack dab into old people central, and it wasn't the most exhilarating feeling that he didn't even have to try to blend in. Just out of sheer frustration and annoyance at this fact he hastily un-tucked his attire and took off his dress shirt so he was just wearing a t-shirt and a comfortable pair of cargo pants. It was hot anyway, at least that was the excuse in the grand scheme of things.

David with a single bag of luggage started walking down the street, the clacks of the wheels of scrapped and paddled along the hot sidewalks of Jacksonville until he reached a shaded area at a park, under a tree where an empty picnic bench rested from the same bearing heat he intended to escape from.

After laying his rump onto the less than sturdy wood structure he pulled out his cell phone and attempted to text his daughters Kelli Jo and Annali, like all younger women David would assume they would respond better to texts despite this probably not being true at all. After several minutes debating with himself that he was in the right function he began sending his message to his daughters.

"Touche down in jaaksnnville flordia say hi to mom cant wait to see you."

Frustrated at the fact that the text did not allow him to spell properly when the letters on the phone were paired off together he sent the text anyway hoping they would get the idea, and get the fact that their father may not be the most tech savvy person in the world. He had heard rumors that Bobby Singer may in fact indeed know how to use the internet, this was troubling news in more ways than one to David. Just like the Atari, David is becoming an obsolete old guy. Though, at least like the Atari he's still fun to play with.

It was a very good thing he did not say that aloud.

David kicked back and enjoyed the shade, taking out a bottle of water he purchased on the plane he took a hearty sip and watched as bicyclists zoomed on by the trail weaving through the park, along with joggers and dog walkers of the sorts. Contemplating, thinking, and toiling away time was a lot easier than David had thought and before he knew it the sun that was becoming a hindrance to his travels was starting to set. This revelation caused David to get up, and start pursuing a motel.

However upon standing up he caught something out of the corner of his eye, a woman screaming and yelling. Of course, at this time of night in Jacksonville is in bed because they're past the year of forty, but in retrospect it was fairly late and no one was around. This woman was at least young enough to sprint away from her assailant which seemed less than human the way it moved. It almost seemed dog like.

Looking up at the rising moon as it began to peek David knew exactly what it was. Armed with nothing but silverware he removed a fine piece of cutlery from his bag, pacing rather well into the oncoming commotion. However, it did not dawn on him that off to the side another stood. Curious wondering if this individual was seeking to halt the assault made David wonder if they knew what they were up against or not, either way David would have to get his hands dirty. Unfortunately he was armed with by all means a tooth pick.

"Not to sound cliche," He called out to the werewolf as the girl ran screaming past him. "But I really am getting to old for this."