Heart of the World

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Heart of the World

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01 May 2012, 02:34 #1


Date: June 10th, 2008
City: McCook
State: Nebraska
Synopsis: Chronos meets a hunter named Charley Harvelle and loses his heart.


(I thought maybe doing their first meeting would be fun? If you'd rather do something else, I can start a new one, nbd.

Chronos was not having a great day.

First, he'd had another power episode. He'd been hanging out in 1976 for a couple weeks now, and truthfully would have moved on purposely soon enough. But it never got less abrupt or disorienting, and wasn't his favorite mode of travel. Especially when he ended up somewhere as uninteresting as 2008.

Correction, not uninteresting. UnSAFE. It didn't take an idiot to see that things bigger than him were brewing, and Chronos wanted to part of it. He would have left withing the hour of arriving, but that was when he discovered the second complication.

There were hunters in town. At least one, maybe more. Chronos wasn't an idiot, he knew better than to kill anyone while hunters were in town. He supposed it was impossible for some to have not picked up his trail every now and then, but when you could time travel you generally didn't have to deal with a confrontation. But neither did you FLAUNT it. He could be summoned, after all. But it was easy enough to get away from this one. It wasn't here for him. All he had to do was leave town.

And that was the third issue. He was pretty sure the werewolf the hunter WAS in town hunting was following him. Chronos didn't know if it was attracted to him because of what he was, or if was just that he was the first scent it caught when it was hungry. He wasn't terribly worried. The thing couldn't KILL him after all. Just be really, really obnoxious. But if the hunter was around, the fact that it couldn't kill him would be kind of telling. Unless they weren't around, in which case they sucked at their job anyway.

Until he knew one way or another, he couldn't really do much about his tail except pick up his pace and hope he got back to a well trafficked part of town before it decided to make it's move.
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06 Jun 2012, 19:10 #2

Hunting was her life. Charley Harvelle knew how to dispose of most creatures right off the top of her head and always carried her Desert Eagle and a silver knife on her just in case. If you knew her you’d know she hid a flask of holy water in her left boot and that while she knew she needed an anti-possession tattoo she had yet to actually get it. Instead the talismans hanging around her neck did the job for the time being. This was her life, and she was pretty damn good at it.

Right now she was tracking a werewolf with a few other hunters, the thing playing and toying with them. If there was one thing that Charley hated more than anything it was the supernatural that liked to mess with your head. She hardly had the patience for it. That old “Harvelle temper” flaring up as she wanted to just get the job done and then move onto the next one. The blond beauty was losing her patience with this werewolf but it was the thrill of the hunt that kept her going. Little did she know this was going to be a hunt she was always going to remember.

Tracking the werewolf was fairly easy, the thing leaving a mess wherever it went was making her job just so much easier. Seriously she wondered if these creatures just wanted hunters to find them with the chaos and mess they leave behind. She had it lead her towards an alley way, something that seemed to be the monster’s feeding ground which she wasn’t concerned about being in the dark but that’s when she noticed a guy up ahead. He was one of those people that made her stop and look at him twice if it wasn’t for the task at hand. She took hunting very seriously, if you didn’t then someone could wind up dead.

The small petite form of a female continued to glide through the alley as she kept creeping towards the werewolf. She needed to get it away from the innocent guy. There was no way she was going to lose another person to the werewolf. Over her dead body was something going to happen to someone else. She may be tiny but boy when you pissed her off like this thing she was a force to be reckoned with. Looking upward she was trying to figure out where exactly the werewolf was she moved quickly towards the guy.

Looping her arm through his she gave him a weak smile as she turned to look behind them. “Hi there…So this might be a bit awkward and forward of me but we’re gonna have to run a bit faster, kay?” It was said rather quickly and far from being any form of flirtatious but Charley needed more lighting so she knew where to shoot. Chewing on her bottom lip nervously she tried to give him another smile that might get him moving a bit more.
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08 Jun 2012, 17:19 #3

Chronos was beyond surprised when a woman suddenly sidled up beside him. All his attention was on the werewolf – being mauled was SO unpleasant. He looked down (God, could she be shorter? It was... kind of endearing though.) at her, confused by her rather odd greeting. It was rather gloomy in the alley, but a stray beam from a head light illuminated the woman briefly. Enough for Chronos to get a good look at her, just as she smiled at him.

“Uh,” the god laughed uncertainly, unexpectedly staggered by her. In several millenia, he'd never once been so completely flattened by a girl's smile. “Forward...forward is good,” he offered moronically.

It occurred to him belatedly that this was probably one of the hunters in town, trying to protect him from the big bad wolf. Huh, he'd been expecting a bit more ...grizzle. Most of the hunters he'd avoided over the years tended toward the burly male end of the spectrum. This was... definitely an improvement.

“Are we running anywhere specific?” Chronos asked, recovering his ability to string together a sentence. He was being playful, for the most part, but he also picked up his pace to match the one she wanted to set. Letting the werewolf attack them at this point was basically suicide, since if the werewolf didn't kill him, the hunter would. The god had suddenly realized he wasn't capable of anything but putting himself between the charmingly brash woman at his side and the monster behind them.

Since when did mortals mess with his sense of self-preservation? Oh, this was going to be a problem.
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16 Jun 2012, 20:15 #4

Charley wasn’t normally like this on a hunt but as she looked up at the guy fully for the briefest moment everything seemed to stop. She’d never admit to losing her train of thought in a hunt but at that moment in time she did. For so long it was always about the hunt, to go after the next supernatural creature that she caught a hit on but this was all new. What she wouldn’t give to have Jo there so she could ask her what it all meant. Foreign feelings were not something she was used to, in fact it was the exact opposite. For so very long she could only think of one emotion which was hunting, but for that flicker of a moment he now ignited something else.

Quickly she had to push it down in fear of getting too distracted. The horrible idea of seeing the broken and bleeding body of the man before her because of her mistake was more than she could bear. Hearing his voice sent little butterflies in her stomach a flight, making any words she might say sound more than stupid. Smiling gently she tightened her grip on his arm, “Well forward it is…Um….I’ve been hearing they have a wild animal problem here…” Sure so it was a lie but there was no way she was going to tell him there was a werewolf in the area. Charley didn’t feel at all like having him look at her like she belongs in the loony bin.

“Hmm…Well aren’t you a bit forward mister,” she teased back her smile turned into a huge grin. Oh boy he was making her be playful too, it was almost infectious. “Just so we’re clear it’s not to a hotel,” she whispered loudly as she glanced back behind them. “A place with light and maybe some coffee should be good, where we can just be surrounded by some people for now.” Charley knew she needed to get him somewhere with lots of people around, it would scare the werewolf off she hoped long enough for her to hunt it. The guy before her she felt one thing, and that was to protect him. As she kept tugging him along they reached the end of the alley, swallowing thickly as she noticed there wasn’t a restaurant or diner in sight. Great, just freakin’ great.

“Son of a…” she cursed quietly as she turned behind them as they heard the accompanying growl from a creature in the darkness, quite close to them. “It shouldn’t be so close…” firmness in her voice seemed to show off as she turned to look at the guy. “Listen. Run down the sidewalk and get to any form of open shop where there is light and people, okay?” Yes she was trying to protect him, that was her only thing she wanted to do at that moment. “I’ll find you after and make sure you’re alright.”
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26 Jul 2012, 17:34 #5

The bit about the town having a wild animal problem sounded just like a hunter's reasoning. That nailed it, as far as he was concerned. Oh boy, out of the frying pan and into the fire. Of course, it wasn't the first time that Chronos had run into a hunter, but he found himself very much loathed to deal with the problem the way he might usually. The blond at his side intrigued him far more than anything he'd seen in recent centuries, which was a problem in itself. He was just going to have to do his best to play this out as a civilian and try and not get caught by either hunter or werewolf. Easier said than done.

“And here I thought you liked forward,” he teased right back, referring to how she had approached him. Chronos spoke easily and calmly, like this whole situation wasn't setting him on edge. Just a clueless rube, don't mind me.

When she quickly headed off any thoughts he might have had about getting her alone, the god chuckled goodnaturedly. “I hadn't thought anything of the sort,” he assured her, not completely honestly. While he hadn't actually entertained the idea of some quality alone time with the blond, he couldn't deny the appeal of it. The girl at his side was young – Chronos put her in her early twenties – beautiful, and had a refreshingly upfront, confident manner. In the moment he actually allowed himself to think of her in that type of situation before firmly pulling his mind back to the matter at hand, he imagined they'd have quite the time. Neither here nor now, however. Or likely ever since she was a hunter and he a god.

“I think there's a coffee shop a couple blocks away, if you'd let me buy you a cup,” he offered. What the hell was wrong with him? Chronos knew he shouldn't be maintaining this flirtatious charade, especially when he KNEW she was mostly just trying to get him out of harm's way. Brain damage; clearly he was brain damaged.

He was also clearly going to be damaged in another way shortly. He couldn't pretend he hadn't heard the werewolf coming upon them. He was rather surprised, however, that the hunter told him to run, clearly meaning to stay behind herself. Surely hunters did that kind of thing all the time, but this one was just so... tiny. He could easily imagine the damage a werewolf could do to her. Shouldn't she have partners?

Still, this was the chance he needed! He could slip away and be off the radar before the hunters had finished this thing off. Nothing was easier, and then this would all just be some hazy memory that they'd both forget shortly. But for some reason, Chronos shook his head instead of running off. “I'm not leaving you to deal with a wild animal on your own,” he insisted for some reason he couldn't begin to fathom. Yup, he was definitely warped.
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25 Oct 2012, 14:02 #6

Charley really needed to gain better control of her flirtation. All this flirting was messing with her head and she really needed to focus. Focus on the hunt. Not how strong the guy’s arm felt as she held onto it or how her mind seemed to wander on what else might look like under his clothes. Quickly she had to shake her head to banish those thoughts from her mind. Hunt now think about his body later Charlotte! Damn his voice and how it just sort of rolled across your skin as he teased her yet again. “Oh I can assure you I don’t mind it when the timing is right,” she shot back as her hand instinctively went to the gun at her side. Fingertips felt the cold metal and handle of her desert eagle as she moved just a fraction of an inch closer to the guy. Hunt first get his number later was all she was thinking in her head after hearing his words.

Oh how her family would never let her hear the end of this how she was letting herself become a mushy girly puddle at just the briefest attention from the opposite sex. Lord have mercy if they did find out that she messed up this hunt because her “damsel in distress” was a ridiculously hot male. Hey she was young and very much willing to see what this whole dating a guy thing was like. For some reason unknown to her she really wanted to get to know him. There weren’t many guys that were like that in her book and it shocked her. All the others turned out to be jackasses so she knew she had to be cautious but already she knew this guy was so much different. Of course she didn’t know JUST how different that was.

A smile played across her lips as she heard his offer for coffee, a hint of a blush crept up on her cheeks. “As much as I would love to do that I think I’m going to be quite busy with this…animal problem,” she muttered regretfully. Damnit Charley get your head in the game. As if on cue the growl from the monster in the alley made all the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Looks like it was show time. Her warnings to the guy in front of her seemed to bring out his stubborn alphamale side, god why did all men have that part to them? “Look….I didn’t get your name…but I promise I can handle this but you need to get going,” she almost begged him. It was one thing to watch her own back but to watch this guy’s too she was scared she couldn’t do it. There was no way in hell she was going to have his blood on her hands.

Seemed the werewolf had other plans as it stepped out of the shadows towards both of them. The huntress cursed quietly to herself as she pulled her desert eagle out. “Stay back, don’t let it near you and DO NOT let it bite you. Got it?” she said firmly, a more commanding way then she intended but she was in hunter mode now. This little bitch was going down AND she was going to keep her guy safe. All in a day’s work right?
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18 Mar 2013, 23:13 #7

Chronos found himself even more intrigued as she bantered with him. If he were in any other situation, he'd be trying to figure out a way to spend a little time with this girl. Maybe explore some of those interesting little mental images she was sparking. But she was a hunter on a hunt, and that was just asking for trouble. Still, he was much more interested in the blond much more quickly than he'd been in any woman for centuries. It made him loathed to just take off and never see her again. Which is precisely what he should be doing.

She was focused on the "animal problem." Okay, Chronos, just take the exit you were given and blow this town. Preferably to a time with less supernatural activity going on. Maybe the 60s. The era of free love would certainly be the place to try and forget this girl who had turned his head. But the thought didn't have much enthusiasm behind it. Maybe the 30s, then. The Depression seemed more appropriate.

Oh, Lord. Listen to him. Something was definitely wrong with him.

"Rory," he interrupted when she commented on his name. It wasn't one he used before; he tried to pick different names every time he landed. Stay off the radar, and whatnot. In fact, not giving her one at all would have been smarter. But he didn't want to leave her without an introduction. His own sappiness surprised him.

Not that it looked like he was getting a chance to leave soon. The werewolf had decided that they'd had enough flirting time, evidently. Rory had been hoping it wouldn't come out with two of them there, but it didn't seem to be afraid of them.

"Yeah. Got it. No biting." He answered warily. "Not really a rabid dog, though, is it?" Chronos didn't expect an answer, just stepped behind her since he didn't have a weapon. Not that he thought he could be turned into a werewolf, but it REALLY wasn't a theory he wanted to test.

Unfortunately, the werewolf had other ideas. It lunged at them, heading straight for him.
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22 Jan 2014, 14:07 #8

Who would've thought Charley Harvelle would turn into a mushy school girl with a mere conversation. This was certainly not something she was ever going to tell another living soul, she'd never hear the end of it. The smallest hint of a smile crept up on her lips as she learned his name. "Well Rory, I'm Charley and we really need to g--" she started before the werewolf decided to get impatient. All thoughts of formalities were thrown out the window as the furball went a little too close for comfort. Softly she sighed as the guy took cover behind her, not quite sure how she would explain this to him just yet. He was no dummy, he knew that this was no ordinary dog problem. "Not really...in a sense I guess it's sorta rabid.." she muttered in an attempt to try to explain what he was about to see.

Charley squared off against the monster as it stepped further into the light towards them. Matted fur and horrid smell came with that movement. Apparently Fido really needed a bath but all he wanted was dinner. Eyes narrowed as it lunged at the pair, gun at the ready. Quickly she took a shot, hoping the silver bullet would do the trick. Nothing was ever that easy, and this little bastard wasn't going to go down without a fight. Instinctively she tried to shoulder Rory back away from the monster's fangs. This urge to protect him was going to get her killed. But the thought of him turning into a werewolf was making her stomach sick.

Her shot didn't kill the beast, instead it just injured it slightly. The silver would do the trick but damn this thing was strong. "Son of a--," she cursed as the werewolf grabbed at them. It threw her small frame easily against the brick siding of the alley way. The brunt force of the hit knocked the gun out of her hands. Shit, shit, shit, she thought in a daze. Her mind a bit foggy as she tried to scramble for the weapon once more. There was no way in hell she was going to let this thing kill them before she got that coffee date. Nor was she going to let Rory turn into a giant angsty furball, that wouldn't make for a very fun date.
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21 Mar 2014, 23:33 #9

Chronos felt like an idiot, standing behind a small human woman when he had once been an all powerful god. My, how times had changed. Of course, he was still a god, and didn't particularly want to test out the theory that a werewolf eating his heart wouldn't kill him. Seriously, if it didn't, would he grow another or just have a hole in his chest for the rest of time? Intriguing question, but not one he wanted to answer first hand. Maybe he'd feed Oceanus to one later if he got curious.

Still, as concerned as he was about his own safety, he was far more concerned about Charley's. Which was actually pretty surprising, because even though he'd be a mostly benevolent god, he was kind of fundamentally selfish. But this brave young woman wouldn't just bounce back from a fatal injury the way he could. Chronos put a hand on her shoulder; not hindering her shooting, just preparing to pull her out of harms way in case the bullets didn't do the trick.

Sure enough, the werewolf kept coming. But the god's reflexes weren't faster than a monster intent on it's meal, and it threw them both against opposite walls of the alley. Cronus hit the bricks with a grunt. Not hurt, just a kinda surprised and a little winded. The werewolf, clearly believing Charley to be the more dangerous of the two, advanced on her. Oh, no way that was happening, especially since he could see that the hunter was currently unarmed.

Rory hefted a loose brick. “Hey! Fuzzball!” he called out, giving it a second to react to his voice before pelting it right in the head with the brick. The werewolf let out a pained howl and turned on the god. Who had just thrown away his only weapon. See, this was why he only picked fights when he could use his supernatural abilities. Projectile weapons were so unreliable.

Backing away from the creature, Rory hoped to lure it further from Charley. Hopefully she would find those silver bullets of hers and put an end to this before he had to reveal himself. At the very least, he could use his strength to keep the teeth away from him when the werewolf lunged again. Rory grabbed the creature by the throat when it tried, and delivered a punch to the ribs that would have flattened a human. The supernatural beast, however, was barely fazed, and reacted by slashing his claws at Rory, ripping his shirt and scoring his side. Even though it wouldn't kill him, it still hurt like a son of a bitch. Rory swore and fell back away from the werewolf.
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15 Oct 2014, 08:46 #10

Clearly being stupid was going to be one of Charley's strong suits tonight. The huntress not only failed to kill the werewolf with one shot but was not unarmed and the thing was coming after her. Oh how her dad must be rolling over in his grave at the sight of his own daughter being so careless. Well don't worry dad, she was kicking herself for even being this big of a twit. Stupid hot guys and their way of distracting people....

Charley couldn't help but be appreciative of his concern for her as she felt his hand on her shoulder. While she thought it was for concern at the same time it was causing knots in the pit of her stomach. Stupid emotions. Doesn't her brain know now is not the time for this? Apparently not as her one moment of weakness turned into horror as they were both thrown into the walls.

Shit, shit, shit.

The huntress had been scrambling for her gun, her mind and vision fuzzy from clocking it on the wall. That's when that melodic sound of Rory's voice could be heard echoing off the brick walls. Her eyes turned wide as she looked back at him and the werewolf as it seemed to hate being hit with the brick. Holy shit, this guy is really fighting the werewolf. Oh no, this is bad. As quick as she could she scrambled for her gun, finally feeling the cold metal object in her hands as she heard the male cry out from being clawed. "No!" she screamed out as the thing seemed to want to finish him off. Charley stood up quickly, the gun pointed at the thing's head as she shot right on target. The shot rang out as the large werewolf slumped down in a dead heap on the ground.

She was at Rory's side in a flash, tucking her gun back in it's holster as she kicked the dead werewolf once for good measure to make sure it's dead. God that thing smelled horrible. It must've been living out in the woods nearby for quite a while. Charley knelt down as she gingerly started for Rory's shirt to see how bad his side was. "Oh my god are you okay? Did it bite you? I didn't see its teeth get close....I'm so sorry! I fucked up my gun never should've left my hands...Fuck you should've just let it get me and ran!," she rambled almost incoherently as a panic started setting in. What if she fucked this guy up for that careless mistake? She didn't want to find out. But she needed to know he was okay. "Is it bad? Let me see..." she tried to pull his hand from his side so she could look.
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16 Oct 2014, 06:26 #11

As he fell to the ground, Rory distantly wondered what would happen if the werewolf bit him. He wasn’t human, so would it affect him at all? Then again, who said it would stop with a bite. Theoretically, he could only be killed by a certain weapon. But he was pretty sure that something ripping out and eating his heart would also end his very long life. Call it a hunch.

The werewolf lunged, clearly intending to finish him off. Likely then he’d go for the girl. Well, shit. He was going to have to do something about that. He could travel with it, and get it away from the hunter, but that still left him dealing with a deadly monster. He wondered if he had enough strength to snap it’s neck, and if he did would it even kill it. So far as he knew, silver was the only thing that did the job. He was still trying to think, desperately keeping the snapping teeth away from him, when a shot rang out and the werewolf slumped over.

Rory blinked at it in surprise, then, when he realized it was dead, let go and moved away from it. Well, that was certainly bracing, he thought, holding onto his stinging side. Charley was all over him in a second, and appeared to be trying to take his shirt off. What? Rory’s brain caught up with him in a moment, and his breath hitched in a laugh. “No, no biting. Just a scratch, see,” he said, pulling his shirt up so she could see the claw marks along his ribs for herself. They weren’t fatal, or all that deep actually. They kind of oozed blood, but weren’t bleeding freely. His supernatural healing ability probably wouldn’t even be assed to activate itself, as low on juice as he currently was. He’d have to heal the slow way, or find someone to snack on.

At the moment, he wasn’t currently bothered about doing things the human way. He looked up into Charley’s worried face, reaching up and brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Why on earth would I have left you?” he asked, tenderly brushing her cheek at he lowered his hand.

“So… about that coffee date?” Rory asked, hoping to ease her worry and see a smile.
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22 Dec 2014, 15:09 #12

There was many things that Charley had dealt with in life but having someone like this to worry about wasn't one of them. She hadn't had a partner for longer then one hunt since her dad and she didn't play well with others on the job. So the fact that she fucked up this royally enough that an innocent got injured was tearing her up. There was a knot in her stomach, anxiety of what happened and fear of what he might become. She wasn't on her game, and this guy seemed to be the reason. Maybe she'd been on the road too much, lonely and just the fact he was being nice was messing with her head.

Apologetic was an understatement as she did her best to access his wounds. Panic set in as she was sure she rambled to him. The fact he laughed at her didn't help, but when he did it almost made the nerves untangle in her stomach. How he could be so nonchalant and laugh at her in a time like this was beyond her. But she relaxed a tiny bit when he did. As he lifted his shirt she gulped a little, seeing his well-formed, chistled abs. Cautiously she lifted her hand up to touch his side gingerly, checking that it was infact just a scratch. Charley let out a breath she didn't know she was holding at that. Maybe there was a god then if this rather dumb but remarkable guy got out of this nearly unscathed.

Everything seemed to be pushed out of focus as he tucked a strand of her hair back, her skin tingling from his fingertips against her cheek. The butterflies in the pit of her stomach seemed to take off as she gulped gently. Blue eyes looked up to meet his almost in surprise at his gentleness. It was such a small gesture but she hadn't dealt with these types of feelings before. The rock hard, rough hunter part of her was turning into a little ball of mush. "Umm...uh...Because that's what a normal human being would do?" she snorted with a weak little laugh. Her hands still touching the warm skin of stomach as she licked her bottom lip nervously.

As he smiled so did she, blushing a bit as she pulled her hands back to set them in her lap. "You still want a coffee date after this? I mean...Most people would run for the hills after this sort of first meeting," she laughed softly as she moved to sit back on her heels. Charley was pretty sure her facial expression was surprise, that he could even want to be around someone after this. Maybe he hit his head or something, yeah she would have to check for a concussion for sure. "Sure you didn't whack your head in the middle of all of that? Maybe I should be taking you to the ER then...."
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22 Dec 2014, 16:31 #13

Rory’s lips quirked into a semi-smile as he looked up at Charley. Oh, if only she knew. “Maybe I’m not a normal human being,” he suggested. Oh, the irony. “But I mean, come on. What kind of guy would just leave a girl to tackle that on her own? A girl who,” he added with a self-deprecating laugh, “is admittedly more badass than me. Still.”

He looked at her with soft, warm eyes as she blushed and pulled back a bit as she realized he was no longer in danger of dying. The god was already missing her hands on him, but he was kind of hoping he was lucky enough to feel that again some time. Something was wrong with him, thinking about a hunter like this. But it wasn’t like she knew about him. He hadn’t even killed in this town yet, so there were no bodies out there waiting to expose him. Might as well get to know this girl a bit before he inevitably left the time period. They could be a very fun distraction for each other, if she was so inclined.

“Are you kidding?” he asked, pulling his shirt back down. It was bloody and probably ruined, but his jacket would hide that well enough until he could change. “The most interesting woman you’ve ever met saves your life, how do you not want to get to know her? Coffee’s honestly the least I can do. Might need some soap and water first though,” he said, motioning to the dust and blood he now wore.

With relatively little effort, Rory pushed himself off the ground and stood. The scratches stung, but were barely noticeable considering he’d had WAY worse. He’d once had to walk five miles with a gaping stab wound. Then there was that whole Coliseum thing. Rory’s life pretty much involved trouble and bad judgment. Why not add taking a hunter out to that list?

“Don’t be silly,” he said, dusting his clothes off. “They’d keep us in the waiting room long enough that if I had brain damage, I’d slip into a coma. If you’re really worried about it, I guess you’re just going to have to keep an eye on me for, oh, the next twelve hours or so,” he teased with a smile. “Come on,” he suggested, offering Charley his hand. “What have you got to lose?”
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26 Aug 2015, 15:43 #14

Oh how this guy was a smooth talker. God, she could just feel herself turning into a puddle at his words. Okay, note to self. Talk to Jo about how guys can make girls turn into this with just mere conversation. Hell, she wasn't this type of girl. No one made her just lose it like this...except him. Weird.

"A sane guy would run from the big scary dog...thing...that just was trying to eat them two seconds ago. But then again, you're the first person that's ever actually stuck around and fought like that..." she started before smirking a little. "Damn right I'm more badass, I was the one with the gun. What were you going to do with that brick? Give it a concussion?" she teased a little. A small giggle escaped her lips as she covered her mouth and looked down. Her hair falling to cover her face once more.

Blue eyes looked up at him in surprise at his words, no one ever wanted to get to know her. Of course the drunks at bars were always about wanting to "get to know her," but this was different. His words seemed almost sincere. Swallowing a little she thought on his words. Charley never let anyone get close, people being close caused casualties in the end. Just the memory of what happened with her father was enough for her to steer clear of any sort of relationship. Commitment was not her strong suit. But all he was doing was asking for coffee right? What harm could that be? "I can hardly be the most interesting person you've ever met, I'm a nobody. You're just in the wrong place wrong time buddy, and had the little blond save your ass."

Cautiously she watched him as he stood, appraising his wounds and making sure he wasn't worse off then he was letting on. Surprised that he got up relatively easy and without much effort. Maybe he really was okay, she thought with a sigh of relief. A quick roll of her eyes met his comment about the hospital. "Ain't that the truth...it's why I'll never go to that place unless I'm dying...and even then I'm skeptical..." she snorted before meeting his gaze and looking at his hand. Slowly she reached up and took it as if on autopilot, she just wanted to feel the touch of his skin more then anything. This was just a knee jerk reaction that she didn't even think about it. Charley pulled herself up as she seemed to have already made up her mind. The hunt was done, she could blow off a little steam before her next one.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into with me...but you're right. I'd feel bad if you croaked just a few short hours after I spent all that effort to safe your ass," she laughed as she tried to defuse how much she really wanted to stay with him. "I've got a room not too far from here if you wanted to get cleaned up. There's a coffee shop right next door," she said matter-of-factly without even realizing the implications all that held. Funny, she was trying so hard to not seem so eager to spend time with him yet here she was inviting him to her hotel room. Maybe she did hit her head, she'd have to check for a concussion for sure. "Uh...I mean to clean up...I'm not exactly presentable for public sight as well....seems the most logical. No funny business, promise."
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