Post by Ranvier Flynn on Aug 5, 2008 3:49:23 GMT -5
Blue flashing lights, hurried movements, the beginnings of a crowd were gathering at the scene unfolding below. A young man was being stretchered into an ambulance. Ranvier sat crouched on the top of the building, observing the events. Turning his head on occasions to make sure the limp Lycan form was still sprawled on the roof next to him. A large shuriken gash prominent on the beasts neck; blood still trickling from the wound. Another Lycan attack, they were now becoming more numerous by the day. Was Demetrius really sending his ranks out so carelessly? The young man had been lucky that Ranvier had been keeping an eye out this evening; otherwise it would have been another innocent fatality.
An engine turned over on the street below, the blue lights still flashing, it began to pull away and make its way through the crowds, the clean up operation about to begin. Ranvier had removed all evidence from the scene as soon as he had removed the Lycan to the roof and checked that the man was still alive and functioning, he had only just managed to do all this before a woman chanced upon him and as soon as she had screamed for a little while much to Ranvier’s amusement, she had then quickly fumbled about with her phone and caused the current kafuffle. The young man had fainted due to shock thankfully so it would be easier to cover up this attack, but no doubt he would be telling his mates a different story when he left the hospital the following day.
There were many issues with cities, one of which being, once you had killed a bleeding Lycan you had nowhere to quickly place them! Fire escapes, people could see from their windows, not the best place in the world to put a dead Lycan. Helicopters tended to fly about more than was necessary, so hiding bodies on roofs was harder than it used to be. And there were barely any trees to speak of. The only places to hide them were abandoned properties and large dumpsters down alleyways. The problem with latter was the bodies being found by drunks or homeless people. Either way they were generally unsure of what they had witnessed anyway, and therefore it generally did not cause much of a problem.
Getting to his feet, Ranvier picked up the lifeless being and slung it over his shoulders. Why must Lycans smell so badly? Silas could not have had a shower for his entire life and he would still of smelt better. Which was saying something.
Leaping from building to building adjusting his movements to the added weight, he moved about five streets closer to the outskirts of the city, and winding his way down to the ground he found a more or less empty dumpster to stick the filthy beast into. And then headed straight for the Hospital.
Slipping through a basement window to the hospital was easy enough and even at this time of night, the staff did not tend to raise questions as too peoples being there. Even though visiting hours were supposedly over. As he was making his way to the staircase Ranvier reverted back to his usual form. His fangs retracted, and his eyes became green once again. Running up the stairs with ease, he went to the front desk. Why if he was to go to the main desk had he chosen to enter via a basement window? Well entering through the actual entrance cut out all the fun, and what was the point in that.
Smiling a little half-heartedly at the woman at the desk, after he realised to find out where the young man was he would have to pretend to be a relative and look at least a little worried.
“Hey there, Erm I am looking for a Riley Matthews. He came in by ambulance a little while ago? Could you please tell me what ward he is in?” It was a good thing young people carried ID on them nowadays otherwise it would have took Ranvier a lot longer to find the chap and straighten things out.
Noticing how the young nurse was looking at him with a raised eyebrow he continued with a short laugh. “Oh, me, sorry love i’m his brother. Ernie.” The cursed younglings had been playing that cursed song again before he had left the manor, and it had most unfortunately stuck in his head the whole time he had be scouting the city. It would have been quite amusing if drunks had just randomly heard singing and then cursing from above them, and just assumed it was in their head. Ranvier could imagine them whistling the tune as they ambled drunkardly onto their next destination.
“Ah yes, here he is, upto the fourth floor, ward 17, its just on your left when you exit the stairs.” And nodding in appreciation Ranvier hurried upto the fourth floor.
As Ranvier reached the ward, he saw the young man lying in his bed; he had come round again now and had been bandaged around his torso and arms. He also had a few scratches on his face but the staff had clearly deemed them as fine. Raising his arm in greeting and smiling a little at Riley he moved towards him and took up the chair next to his bed. “How you holding up? I don’t know if you remember or not but i’m the one that found you? I chased that pesky stray dog away for you. I dunno you would think that the police would do something about this stray dog problem wouldn’t you!” Ranvier stated a little exasperated, though trying to keep an element of pity in his tone of voice. The reason Ranvier had had to follow the young man to the hospital was to keep the trail from leading to Lycans. Demetrius wanted Lycans to be known to take over and strike fear into the hearts of humans and the other clans alike. To keep their attacks in the dark only angered him more. The stray dog story was the easiest to pull off; seen as thats all Lycans really amounted too.
Ranvier conversed with the young man for about fifteen minutes more, implanting a new fake memory into his mind, so if when he was questioned about the attack, he would believe it was a stray dog’s doing, rather than anything else. Just as he got up to leave the nurse came out to shoo him away and tell him that visiting hours were infact well over. To which Ranvier short her his most charming smile, whilst letting a man pushing a wheelchair through. The woman blushed a little and twiddling with her hair turned tail and disappeared back into the nurse’s office again.
But then, something reached his senses. He could sense power, a Malkavians power. Though what was a Malkavian doing in the hospital? All healers were used and kept in order at their headquarters, where they were close at hand to Akira. This power was close though. But no one had been here... only poor old Riley and the blushing nurse. Other than that there had only been...the man with the wheel chair. Ranvier turned swiftly on the spot, the man was now halfway down the corridor, he wasn’t wearing a white coat, neither did he smell as if he worked in a hospital. In fact he smelt of... dried blood. But not just any dried blood, week old dried blood. There was something peculiar about this fellow.
“Hello, Ernie?” Ranvier did not turn at first but then realising Riley was calling him, he shook his head a little and began, “I’m sorry I was gone there for a second. I’m sorry Riley, I am going to have to go, but I hope you are fully mended again soon.” And with a fleeting smile he took off, following the man down the corridor. As Ranvier rounded the corner he saw the lift door draw to a close. It was heading to the basement. “Why on earth would they take a patient to the basement?” He found himself saying quietly to himself. But then he began to wonder why on earth he was stood there watching the lift drop down through the levels. Turning tail he darted through the nearest door to the right of the lift and onto the staircase. Jumping onto the banister he slid down the floors. Occasionally having to jump off as the banister curled at the end of each flight of stairs.
Looking though the glass window of the door leading into the basement, Ranvier could see part of one of the wheelchairs wheels. The rest lay concealed behind crates of sterile equipment. Opening the door swiftly and silently he crept into the room. The light was in the correct place so his shadow would appear behind him rather than infront, which would otherwise give away his position. Creeping back against the crates, he could hear nothing until a voice began. “Oh I think you know why I am here. Mr Veldon is not happy with you.” Though Ranvier could not see the man’s face he could tell he was grinning madly. Delighting in his position, due to a slight manical tone in his voice. Chancing a glimpse, he looked around the edge of a box. He could see the back of the man, with short dark yet messy hair, whom was speaking. And a groggy, ill looking man sat in the wheelchair. Whom he doubted was in any fit state to do anything other than grumble. But what was the Malkavian capable of? Thats what was beginning to worry Ranvier now, this could turn out to be an interesting evening after all.
An engine turned over on the street below, the blue lights still flashing, it began to pull away and make its way through the crowds, the clean up operation about to begin. Ranvier had removed all evidence from the scene as soon as he had removed the Lycan to the roof and checked that the man was still alive and functioning, he had only just managed to do all this before a woman chanced upon him and as soon as she had screamed for a little while much to Ranvier’s amusement, she had then quickly fumbled about with her phone and caused the current kafuffle. The young man had fainted due to shock thankfully so it would be easier to cover up this attack, but no doubt he would be telling his mates a different story when he left the hospital the following day.
There were many issues with cities, one of which being, once you had killed a bleeding Lycan you had nowhere to quickly place them! Fire escapes, people could see from their windows, not the best place in the world to put a dead Lycan. Helicopters tended to fly about more than was necessary, so hiding bodies on roofs was harder than it used to be. And there were barely any trees to speak of. The only places to hide them were abandoned properties and large dumpsters down alleyways. The problem with latter was the bodies being found by drunks or homeless people. Either way they were generally unsure of what they had witnessed anyway, and therefore it generally did not cause much of a problem.
Getting to his feet, Ranvier picked up the lifeless being and slung it over his shoulders. Why must Lycans smell so badly? Silas could not have had a shower for his entire life and he would still of smelt better. Which was saying something.
Leaping from building to building adjusting his movements to the added weight, he moved about five streets closer to the outskirts of the city, and winding his way down to the ground he found a more or less empty dumpster to stick the filthy beast into. And then headed straight for the Hospital.
Slipping through a basement window to the hospital was easy enough and even at this time of night, the staff did not tend to raise questions as too peoples being there. Even though visiting hours were supposedly over. As he was making his way to the staircase Ranvier reverted back to his usual form. His fangs retracted, and his eyes became green once again. Running up the stairs with ease, he went to the front desk. Why if he was to go to the main desk had he chosen to enter via a basement window? Well entering through the actual entrance cut out all the fun, and what was the point in that.
Smiling a little half-heartedly at the woman at the desk, after he realised to find out where the young man was he would have to pretend to be a relative and look at least a little worried.
“Hey there, Erm I am looking for a Riley Matthews. He came in by ambulance a little while ago? Could you please tell me what ward he is in?” It was a good thing young people carried ID on them nowadays otherwise it would have took Ranvier a lot longer to find the chap and straighten things out.
Noticing how the young nurse was looking at him with a raised eyebrow he continued with a short laugh. “Oh, me, sorry love i’m his brother. Ernie.” The cursed younglings had been playing that cursed song again before he had left the manor, and it had most unfortunately stuck in his head the whole time he had be scouting the city. It would have been quite amusing if drunks had just randomly heard singing and then cursing from above them, and just assumed it was in their head. Ranvier could imagine them whistling the tune as they ambled drunkardly onto their next destination.
“Ah yes, here he is, upto the fourth floor, ward 17, its just on your left when you exit the stairs.” And nodding in appreciation Ranvier hurried upto the fourth floor.
As Ranvier reached the ward, he saw the young man lying in his bed; he had come round again now and had been bandaged around his torso and arms. He also had a few scratches on his face but the staff had clearly deemed them as fine. Raising his arm in greeting and smiling a little at Riley he moved towards him and took up the chair next to his bed. “How you holding up? I don’t know if you remember or not but i’m the one that found you? I chased that pesky stray dog away for you. I dunno you would think that the police would do something about this stray dog problem wouldn’t you!” Ranvier stated a little exasperated, though trying to keep an element of pity in his tone of voice. The reason Ranvier had had to follow the young man to the hospital was to keep the trail from leading to Lycans. Demetrius wanted Lycans to be known to take over and strike fear into the hearts of humans and the other clans alike. To keep their attacks in the dark only angered him more. The stray dog story was the easiest to pull off; seen as thats all Lycans really amounted too.
Ranvier conversed with the young man for about fifteen minutes more, implanting a new fake memory into his mind, so if when he was questioned about the attack, he would believe it was a stray dog’s doing, rather than anything else. Just as he got up to leave the nurse came out to shoo him away and tell him that visiting hours were infact well over. To which Ranvier short her his most charming smile, whilst letting a man pushing a wheelchair through. The woman blushed a little and twiddling with her hair turned tail and disappeared back into the nurse’s office again.
But then, something reached his senses. He could sense power, a Malkavians power. Though what was a Malkavian doing in the hospital? All healers were used and kept in order at their headquarters, where they were close at hand to Akira. This power was close though. But no one had been here... only poor old Riley and the blushing nurse. Other than that there had only been...the man with the wheel chair. Ranvier turned swiftly on the spot, the man was now halfway down the corridor, he wasn’t wearing a white coat, neither did he smell as if he worked in a hospital. In fact he smelt of... dried blood. But not just any dried blood, week old dried blood. There was something peculiar about this fellow.
“Hello, Ernie?” Ranvier did not turn at first but then realising Riley was calling him, he shook his head a little and began, “I’m sorry I was gone there for a second. I’m sorry Riley, I am going to have to go, but I hope you are fully mended again soon.” And with a fleeting smile he took off, following the man down the corridor. As Ranvier rounded the corner he saw the lift door draw to a close. It was heading to the basement. “Why on earth would they take a patient to the basement?” He found himself saying quietly to himself. But then he began to wonder why on earth he was stood there watching the lift drop down through the levels. Turning tail he darted through the nearest door to the right of the lift and onto the staircase. Jumping onto the banister he slid down the floors. Occasionally having to jump off as the banister curled at the end of each flight of stairs.
Looking though the glass window of the door leading into the basement, Ranvier could see part of one of the wheelchairs wheels. The rest lay concealed behind crates of sterile equipment. Opening the door swiftly and silently he crept into the room. The light was in the correct place so his shadow would appear behind him rather than infront, which would otherwise give away his position. Creeping back against the crates, he could hear nothing until a voice began. “Oh I think you know why I am here. Mr Veldon is not happy with you.” Though Ranvier could not see the man’s face he could tell he was grinning madly. Delighting in his position, due to a slight manical tone in his voice. Chancing a glimpse, he looked around the edge of a box. He could see the back of the man, with short dark yet messy hair, whom was speaking. And a groggy, ill looking man sat in the wheelchair. Whom he doubted was in any fit state to do anything other than grumble. But what was the Malkavian capable of? Thats what was beginning to worry Ranvier now, this could turn out to be an interesting evening after all.