Stopping for snacks (open to all)
Drev stepped out of the soothing darkness of night and into the sterile fluorescent lighting of the convenience store. It took a moment for his ice-blue eyes to adjust, but when they did he headed for the chip aisle.
Drev had been unpacking for days, breaking only to eat, sleep, and piss. Oh, and that one night he went out to have a drink and ended up fucking his new neighbor all night long. But other than that, he'd been nearly frantic to get his place in order. Tonight he'd just need a break. The night was warm and clear, so he'd decided to take a stroll. Just a few blocks away, he'd come to this gas station and figured he might as well get familiar with it. He'd probably be stopping here often, since it was so close to home.
Home. What a strange concept. For the last ten years, he'd basically lived in a bus - a luxurious bus, but a bus nonetheless. He'd always been a wanderer, but every once in a while it felt good to just stop your feet and throw down some roots. Besides, his new neighbor above him might have friends...
He stood in the middle of the aisle, wearing loose-fitting jeans and a battered old Slayer shirt, trying to decide what kind of chips he wanted. His dreadlocks were unbound, framing a face lined with fatigue. A huge yawn popped his jaw as he reached for a bag of nacho cheese Doritos. As he turned toward the beverage wall, the door of the convenience store opened.
"Twenty-six lousey bucks to fill up. Gas is just too damned expensive." She replaced the pump and grabbed her wallet and keys from the car. As she went inside she noticed a man with dreadlocks, and a really old band t-shirt of some kind. Ginnie's black babydoll tee with a read heart in the center, and black jeans looked a damn sight better, and she wasn't ashamed to admit it.
"Hi." She smiled as she took a soda out of the cooler.
"Then fuck her," a voice roared suddenly in his mind. He had to wince against the female fury that now assaulted him from his past. He recognized it as the woman who he had literally fucked to death in the back of a horse-drawn carriage some two hundred years ago. "Fuck her like you did me, you whoring son of a bitch! Give it all to her, rip her cunny ope--" It took an effort, but Calo was able to shove the voice aside.
Breathing a little more heavily, Calo had to reach out a hand to brace himself against the wall as his head tilted a little dizzily.
"You alright?" Her lilting voice carried, and gave off a small echo.
"Well, welcome to the city." She extended her hand to him and smiled. "Ginnie." She said by way of introduction.
"I bet that backside's nice and firm," came the voice again, though thankfully not as vicious. "I bet you'd like to fuck her to death in the back of her carriage, no? Shove that lovely length of--"
"God damn it," he mumbled under his breath. The worst part wasn't that he was hearing this voice; he'd almost gotten used to the tormented souls that chose the worst times to vent their anger at having been killed, but that the voice now echoing in his mind was right. He did want to fuck this girl - maybe not to death, though - in the back of her carriage... car, rather.
Reaching out with his mind, he brushed a mental hand - more a stiff breeze - across the outside swell of her breasts.
"Listen, I don't know you from Adam, but you might want to think twice before you do that to a woman you know nothing about...ever, again." Her voice was quiet and full of the threat she kept veiled behind her words.