[ When they showed up at the same time, he thought it was his lucky day. He was still near the door, propped up against the wall. He certainly wasn't Peter Hale, but he looked like he'd been through similar. That same too-burned-to-be-alive, charred look, but yet, still incredibly alert.
He was disappointed to see one of them was armed. A bow? And not even a crossbow. That was new. But the fact that she was so prepared had him on edge. He wasn't about to discount someone just for being a teenager. He'd rather not get burned up again. He needed to take her out. Fast. So he kept up the act. That wouldn't be too hard, though. The recent encounter with Mason had him feeling really quite ill. It had been so long since he'd felt something like that.
The cabin was dark. Way too dark for the time. And it smelled of old musty books and damp earth, even to a human nose. Maybe even the spilled blood, if they were keen enough. ]
[Spam - Allison | Lydia | Jerry]
He was disappointed to see one of them was armed. A bow? And not even a crossbow. That was new. But the fact that she was so prepared had him on edge. He wasn't about to discount someone just for being a teenager. He'd rather not get burned up again. He needed to take her out. Fast. So he kept up the act. That wouldn't be too hard, though. The recent encounter with Mason had him feeling really quite ill. It had been so long since he'd felt something like that.
The cabin was dark. Way too dark for the time. And it smelled of old musty books and damp earth, even to a human nose. Maybe even the spilled blood, if they were keen enough. ]
Still here...