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Post by vincentbelmont on Oct 8, 2010 21:47:28 GMT -5
Fr. Vincent walked cautiously into the bar, his eyes taking a moment to adjust to the dim lighting. Well, dim compared to the bright, early afternoon sun at any rate. He stood for a minute or two just across the threshold, feeling a bit out of place and not entirely comfortable. His eyes roamed around the place, taking in as much as he could, trying to find any clue that this was, as he'd heard, a hangout for hunters.
And even that particular bit of information hadn't come easy. It seemed these hunters valued their secrecy, not that he could blame them. Oh well, he was here now, and hoping to find someone to further his education in all things supernatural. So far he'd been on the road for several days, and though he had yet to find an actual hunter to speak with, he had managed to find a former marksman who showed him how to properly handle the snub-nosed revolver that seemed to hang heavy in its hiding place within his old, brown leather jacket. He loved the old thing, and he loved the feeling of freedom it gave; much better than his drab priests' habit, which was shoved unceremoniously into the back of his trunk.
Steeling himself and taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Vincent strode quickly over to the bar, taking a seat and clearing his throat to attract the attention of the barkeep.
"Excuse me," he started carefully, choosing his words wisely. "I'm looking for someone... Well, I mean I'm in need of... You see..." He paused, furrowing his brow. This was going to be harder than he thought. What if he'd got the wrong place, and the barkeep would simply think he was insane? Well, what difference did it make anyway? He took the plunge.
"I'm looking for a... a hunter. Does that... mean anything to you?"
((TAG Tellie))
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Post by tellie on Oct 14, 2010 10:24:37 GMT -5
It was one of those days that Tellie hated. She was scheduled to work the double at the bar and help the cook inbetween times with the bakery items. Normally she loved it, but her morning had started with her waking up falling on the floor, tangled in her sheets. And then her brothers had used up all of the hot water leaving her to take a barely tepid shower. Arriving at the bar, she had found that they were out of teabags so she had sent the kitchen helper to the store to grab that and a few other items.
The morning shift was fairly easy. Lots of orders for bacon, eggs, toast and pancakes with her strawberry syrup. Easy enough to smile and keep busy wiping down tables and the bar after delivery the steaming plates the cook made. There was a lull before the lunch crowd showed up, so she perched at the bar with one of her technical books on medicine and attempted to read. A tall glass of iced tea was near her right hand and her ear was alert to anybody entering.
The door tingled slightly and Tellie gave a measured look at the gentleman who entered. Instantly she was on her guard as one he did not have the haggard look of the usual hunters who frequented the grill, two he was not a regular of the local N'awlins persuasion and three his demeanor was not one of a tourist. He was more guarded and almost appeared frightened. Tellie was bemused. She waited to see what he was going to do.
He walked up to the bar and asked the last question Tellie expected to hear, after a bunch of starts and stops and gaps. She almost giggled.
But her early lifelong training took over and she did not giggle. [b]"Well, this place is a long ways from the good hunting in Mississippi or the prairie areas of West Louisiana. N'awlins is more of bon temps les rollez!" [/b] The french phrase rolled easily off her tongue.
Inwardly she wished her parents or siblings or even one of the Winchester brood were here. A thought crossed her mind, What if he was a demon? She sniffed the air carefully. No sulfur that she could detect, but there was a bottle of holy water and a bag of blessed salt under the counter, next to her favorite gun. "What can I do for you today? A wine, perhaps or a hurricane drink? We're not Pat O'Brien's but our mix has some kick."
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Post by vincentbelmont on Oct 14, 2010 20:41:26 GMT -5
Vincent sighed and shook his head.
It seemed fairly obvious to him that he'd not found what he was looking for. The young bartender had obviously thought he meant "hunter" rather than "hunter," which was an honest mistake. He laughed bitterly to himself, realizing that he would have answered in much the same way only a few weeks earlier.
Had it only been a few weeks? God, it seemed like a lifetime ago when he'd just been a simple priest, doing the Lord's work and going about his life. Well, that was all lost to him now, and he knew that it wasn't only the Lord's work that he should be doing now. He had to help these hunters, and for that he had to learn more, a lot more.
Running a hand through his hair, the Father flashed the bartender an embarrassed smile.
"I... I'm sorry, I don't think this is the place I was looking for," he told her, flushing a bit. "Ah... thank you for your time, Miss." He stood up with a sigh and headed toward the door, his eyes downcast and his shoulders slumped a bit.
Oh well, he though miserably. On to the next, I guess...
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Post by tellie on Oct 15, 2010 15:47:13 GMT -5
Tellie knew exactly what he was talking about, she just needed to make sure of who he was. When he flushed and walked away, she was almost certain. She made up her mind quickly and called after him.
"Hey! You don't have to run off so fast there..." she dipped her hand in the holy water behind the counter, just to make certain. She walked around the end of the bar and held out her wet hand. "If my dad knew I turned away someone seeking help, it'd be my hide, " she said softly still holding her hand out. "Name's Tellie. Your's?"
She stood there expectantly, waiting for his response.
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Post by vincentbelmont on Oct 18, 2010 15:52:27 GMT -5
Vincent stopped, turning to look at the young woman over his shoulder.
Hesitating a moment, he finally took her proffered hand, shaking it and furrowing his brow at the wetness of the holy water. Smiling politely, he casually wiped his hand on his jeans when the greeting was finished.
"Ah... Vincent. Vincent Belmont. And as far as the help I'm seeking... I'm not entirely sure that its the sort of help you can give, I'm afraid. When I said I was looking for a... a hunter, I didn't mean what you thought I meant, I think, anyway."
Stopping, he realized he probably sounded pretty foolish. He was stammering, and babbling, and altogether making a fool out of himself.
"I mean... I'm looking for a... a particular type of hunter." He looked pointedly at Tellie, raising a single eyebrow, figuring he'd give it one more shot before leaving.
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Post by tellie on Nov 17, 2010 15:46:58 GMT -5
Tellie giggled, trying to put the older guy at ease. She headed back to the bar and said casually over her shoulder,"Oh, I knew what you meant. You're looking at one. Just can't be too careful about who knows and what not. Hey, you could have been a demon!" she giggled again and poured herself a coke. She held the spigot above a second glass, silently asking if he wanted the same.
She sat back on her stool and regarded the man. Why did he want a hunter was her first silent question. The second one was why was he looking for one. He was a perplexity to Tellie and she was sure she was going to find out shortly.
"Why do you seek a hunter?" she finally asked, anxious to get the curiousity out of the way.
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Post by vincentbelmont on Nov 21, 2010 13:24:56 GMT -5
At her mention of demons, Vincent furrowed his brow, shuddering a bit.
He still had nightmares about the demon that had nearly killed him weeks earlier, in the guise of a kindly old woman from his church. He had killed her... shot her dead in a moment of terrified panic. Her death would be with him forever, and he wondered if that meant the nightmares would as well. In a way, he hoped the nightmares never left, for though he'd love to be rid of them, they served as a constant reminder of why he was doing what he was doing.
Moving over to take a seat, he nodded at her offer of a drink, smiling a bit in relief. Finally, after days of searching, it seemed that he'd found a place where he could get the help he needed. He'd gotten a rough idea from Serena about the sort of things he'd need to have on hand, and the things he'd need to be able to do, but she'd been forced to leave before they could really talk much about it.
"I'm looking to establish a safe-house," he said in answer to her question. "My... my eyes have recently been opened, and I wish to help out however I can. I'm a priest, and I have a church in Detroit that I want to open up to hunters, so that they have a place to rest and recover in relative safety."
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Post by tellie on Dec 17, 2010 14:21:41 GMT -5
Tellie raised her eyebrow at the mention of a safe house. She was a little sceptical of others running them. But help was always welcomed, at least that's what her daddy always said.
"So what experience have you had with demons and such? It is a nasty world out there," she said cautiously so not to alarm the priest, but more to gauge his seriousness.
"Safe house? That should be fun!" Tellie giggled.
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Post by vincentbelmont on Dec 18, 2010 20:26:47 GMT -5
Vincent smiled, finding Tellie's giggling to be infectious.
"I have very little experience, I'm afraid to say," the priest confessed. "But, that's why I'm on this... this journey of mine, I guess. I'm looking for hunters, and for people like them, to help me. To teach me, so I can learn all of the things I need to."
"As far as what I have experienced..." He ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply. "A member of my congregation became possessed, and one night she tried to murder me. I... I killed her. Shot her dead, in cold blood." Raising his eyes to meet Tellie's, Vincent went on quickly and pleadingly, as if somehow trying to justify his actions to the young woman.
"I didn't know! I really didn't, about demons and possessions and... and everything. I mean, I'm a priest, I know about demons, but I never thought... I never guessed it was all really real, you know?"
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Post by tellie on Jan 27, 2011 11:38:54 GMT -5
Tellie raised an eyebrow as she sipped some coke. This Father seemed to be open minded and ambitious. Something that was needed with many Hunters, both the old ones like Uncle Dean and Uncle Sam, and the newer ones like herself, her siblings and their intertwined group of friends and family.
At his description of the death of his parishioner, Tellie nodded. K illing was one of those necessary evils, so to speak. She had grown up in the field, so it didn't phase her, but to someone who was supposedly gentle and caring like a Priest, it could be unnerving. She smiled gently. "Well, the first one sticks with you. How do you sleep?"
It wasn't a rude question, at least in her mind. She had nightmares occassionally after a hunt, when it was messy or grueling or someone she knew. The ones she knew, even if slightly were harder. Their friendship or acquaintance was fleeting. If being a Hunter had taught her anything, live was precious.
"Demons and sometimes Angels walk among us, " she said softly, not fully wanting to burst his religous bubble. [b] "My Uncle Sam and Uncle Dean tell stories of Michael, Gabriel and a few other angels. The battle between Heaven and Hell is not as far apart as some versions of the Bible tell you." [/b][/color] Tellie frowned. "I'm not sure if I'm the best person to talk to. I'm a medic and a Hunter," she looked around quickly, noting the charm bags in the corners and over the doors. "They have a Hunters Academy, a sort of private school that teaches us all that. Its not the best for it, but it teaches a lot at once and cuts out some of the bullshit that Uncle Dean, Uncle Sam, their father and grandfather went through. I really like the medical parts better, " she added softly.
"how big of a place were you thinking of using?" she asked. At least she could help him with the basics.
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