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[Andriana Hattie Vernon]

I’m ashamed that I’m barely human,

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And I’m ashamed that I don’t have a heart you can break,

I’m just action,[/color]
And other times reaction.[/color]

Nights close to the fullmoon always became nearly impossible for her. Andriana just wanted to be normal again; but she knew she would never be that way again. She had been turned into a monster by another monster that she would never know. How could this happen? How could these creatures from legend be real? If there was a God, how could he let this happen? What other monsters lived in the shadows, waiting to get people? She didn’t get it, and she didn’t like it. She would never understand how good people became such awful creatures. Or why. Was there help out there? Or would she just live her life knowing she could accidentally kill someone? She never knew, she didn’t know anything, she didn’t even know what she was really. Or couldn’t face what she was; but really, how could anyone just face the fact they weren’t human anymore? But now a monster. It wasn’t something one could really just get used to.

Rising from her bed, her sleep having been riddle with images of her mangled parents, and her sister. She couldn’t sleep anymore, and she wasn’t going to try. She pulled herself towards her closet, and slipped into something warm. She would try to walk this night off, and if something got her, so be it. She was already a monster, what was the worst that could happen? Something killing her? Please, by all means, go right ahead, so far as she saw it. She sighed, and she hung her head further. She didn’t want to look herself in the eyes in the mirror, so she ran her fingers through her hair, and buttoned her shirt. She stepped into some shoes, and made out of her bedroom. She looked a hot mess, but she didn’t care at this point.

She reached her front door, and pushed it. She closed it behind her, and she looked up at the half moon hanging above her. She slowly moved out of her doorway and onto the sidewalk. She didn’t know where she was going, but she was walking. She enjoyed living in town for this reason, she could go wherever whenever. She sighed, and she looked at the nearly abandoned street. She didn’t care, she sort of liked the silence. There were cars, but that was about it. She was sure there were other things around her she couldn’t see, but she didn’t care. If something wanted her; it could come get her.

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[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Challenge accepted.

Hobbs sat on top of a wall outside a house for sale. It was a wall so high it was almost worth asking how she got up there in the first place. She was a hunched figure partially cast against the dim light of a nearby street lamp and shrouded in shadow, clad in Doc Martens, cargo shorts and her oh-so beloved leather jacket. Thermal glasses sat propped atop her head and hidden by her raised sweater hood, ready for use at any time.

Hobbs was in no shape to hunt alone, and she really shouldn't be at this present moment. She hadn't rebuilt her muscle mass, hadn't quite finished the right leg that was now crossed over her right knee; a marvel of carbon fibre, stainless steel, and polyethylene. And at any rate it had been a matter of days since Logan lectured all the Hunters about never going out alone.

Well, she could lie and say it was a simple recon run. She was good at those.

Hobbs stuck the lit cigarette in her mouth as she reached into her inner pocket for the silver hip flask she kept with her. There was rum inside; her favourite kind. Wood's 100 old navy rum, fifty seven percent proof she'd have you know. Powerful fire-breathing stuff that kicked you in the lungs if you didn't expect it. Such a shame it was hard to come by in the old US of A.

Hobbs unscrewed the cap, took a swig, replaced the cap and pocketed it. Her gaze was distracted by a small figure that stepped out of a building further down the road. A girl, it seemed. Hobbs reached back into her hood and flicked the thermal imaging glasses down onto the bridge of her nose. The girl flared up in reds and oranges in the lenses: Werewolf.

Oh now this wasn't even fair. A delicate little flower like her? Far too easy. But then again Hobbs wasn't in the business of underestimating immortals. One tap on the shoulder and that lass could turn into a snarling monster. The moon was almost full, after all.
And so Hobbs reached into her jacket, surreptitiously switched the Glock magazine from UV to silver fluoride rounds, and prepared to sit and watch the delicate little flower go on her merry way, probably off to tear the limbs off an unsuspecting victim.

[Andriana Hattie Vernon]

I’m ashamed that I’m barely human,

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And I’m ashamed that I don’t have a heart you can break,

I’m just action,[/color]
And other times reaction.[/color]

Something was different this night then others. She didn't know what to do with herself, and she was getting a strange feeling being outside. She might should go back in her building, but for what? What was spooking her? Maybe it was being outside alone in a city like this. Maybe it was just being alone for so long. Maybe it was something else. Maybe. She pulled her arms close to herself, and she clenched her jaw, and she didn't know what to make of this feeling. This tension. It was something awkward and new. Maybe it came with this power, this...whatever it was. It wasn't something she was used to, and she just didn't understand where this issue was coming from. She didn't like it, and wanted it to end.

Something else was strange. A smell. What was this? She couldn't see anything that would make a smell that was this strong. It smelt like someone was near her, but she saw no one. Was this something else with this...thing that was wrong with her? She turned to look around, and she still saw nothing. This was strange, and she didn't like it. She started to walk again, but at the same time, she pushed herself closer to buildings, and tried to stick to shadows. She didn't care about how she looked; if she was staggering like a drunk. She just didn't understand what was wrong with her; where this feeling was coming from. She swallowed, and she walked faster, almost running.

This was making her crazy. She doesn't know what this feeling was, this paranoia, but this is what she came to a new place to get away from. That, and the prying eyes of those around her. The pity from others, and all those emotions started to billow up again, and she closed her eyes and stopped for a second, pressing her hands to her face. Her head was spinning, and she didn't know what was wrong with her. Depression over family deaths was one thing; this feeling was something else. It was this anger, and she didn't understand it. She just wanted it to stop, the emotions often got harsher and harsher the closer it got to the full moon; and right now, being so close, she was getting livid for next to no reason. She turned again, and she looked for the source of this anxiety. She knew something wasn't right.

She moved back to where she had started, and she wafted the air around her again, her senses scaring her a lot. She pressed herself into the shadows again, and started moving slowly; unsure of what she was looking for, if anything, but she wasn't easy being out in the open; she sidestepped slowly, and found herself in an alley, looking back out at the street. What was this? Her insanity starting to get the best of her? Maybe. Maybe not.

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[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Aww, now this was almost cute. The monster was spooked. And by the faint presence of little old her, of all things. Hobbs didn't know whether she should be flattered or just pity this wretched being even more. After all, what kind of pathetic thing fears a cripple?

The werewolf girl didn't seem to be aware that she was there, only that there was someone somewhere around. That had to be even cuter. It was like watching a kitten chase a laser pointer and have absolutely zero idea what it was or where it was coming from. And Hobbs smiled a sly smile as she watched the girl hurry further down the road, sticking to the shadows, checking over her shoulder with visible paranoia.

Hobbs didn't jump down from the wall when the girl got too far away. Although Hobbs knew then that she'd probably never see the kid again, chasing her would be futile, and she'd not tested out her current leg like that just yet. Besides, Hobbs was fairly sure that in this city another quarry would crawl out of the woodwork for her to follow soon enough.
Imagine Hobbs' surprise, then, when the girl came full circle and ended up back where she began. * Oho, now this was an omen if Hobbs ever saw one.

Hobbs shrugged her backpack from her shoulders and unzipped it quietly. Her hand lingered over the bottle of scent masking spray, but she froze, instead going for the collapsible cane she had brought with her. Then she popped the front carbon fibre structure off her leg so that all that was left was the bare steel rod, the hydraulic mechanisms, and the plastic pod that was like a carry compartment in her calf. And, packing the part of her false leg into her backpack, she pulled the bag back on, unfolded the walking stick, and slipped down from the high wall. She pulled back the hood and pocketed the thermal glasses, and then proceeded to limp heavily into the light of the street lamp. This is how Hobbs would approach the mark; pretending to be a helpless cripple.

Under the streetlamp light, the stripped-away structure of her prosthetic leg was obvious, especially in silhouette, and with the cane and the limp (months of actually walking with a limp had allowed her to duplicate the gait realistically), she looked to any old bystander like an amputee just hobbling home. Nobody ever suspected her to be dangerous when they saw the leg. With the limp and a cane it was the perfect act of harmlessness.

Hobbs approached slowly, quietly, keeping an eye on the girl as she moved into an alleyway. As Hobbs closed in, her presence was announced by the click of the stick on the pavement and the uneven rhythm of her steps. She'd know Hobbs was coming. Nice and safe. At last, Hobbs stood at the entrance of the alleyway, leaned heavily on the stick, and appeared to squint into the shadows after her. "You okay, kid? You look lost."

((* I'm assuming that's what you meant. If not, I'll change it.))

[Andriana Hattie Vernon]

I’m ashamed that I’m barely human,

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And I’m ashamed that I don’t have a heart you can break,

I’m just action,[/color]
And other times reaction.[/color]

Fear ruled her life. She was scared of everything now. She didn't understand why she was the way she was, but she was scared. she was scared of herself, she was scared of others, and she didn't know if others were like her, or knew what she was, but she didn't want to know. Or she didn't think she did. She just wanted to blend in, live the rest of her miserable life, and then die going unnoticed. She just didn't understand what was going on in her life. She wished she did; but she didn't. So she lived in fear.

She gritted her teeth. She was getting angry, and it was at whatever was going on; but also at herself. She wasn't always this pathetic, and she hated it. She just didn't know how to bounce back from being so pathetic. Maybe this weird mood was a sign she should just go home. Yeah, that sounded like a good call. She had gotten some fresh air, and she just needed to go back to sleep. She didn't want anything bad to happen, and nothing good happened at night anyhow. She twisted her head to the side to crack her neck, and just started to try to get ahold of herself.

But, before she could make herself get all the way back; she pushed herself into an alley, to get a better watch on the street. She didn't know what her issue was tonight. A strange smell ruined her whole walk? She didn't understand herself sometimes. She rested her head against the wall ahead of her, and nearly jumped out of her skin as someone spoke to her. She looked up, and she backed a few steps away, "I'm fine." She said in a rushed tone. She didn't mean to be rude, but she didn't want to talk to anyone right now really. She wanted to push her way out of the alley and run home, but she kept herself against the wall, backing up a step more still. Her nostrils flared, and she was sure she looked like she must have been whacked out on drugs, but she was just scared.

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[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Hobbs smiled, the warmth of which wasn't matched by the cool calculating in her eyes. Eyes that were hidden by the shadows of the alleyway. She leaned most of her weight on the walking stick convincingly, shifting the utilitarian steel rod that served as her right leg. The girl was scared, as she should be. But Hobbs was even started yet.

She took two hobbling steps towards her into the alley, making it obvious that she was squinting through the darkness. She cocked her head to one side, emulating the German Shepherds that listened to their human masters.

"Sure about that?" Hobbs said, a ghost of a laugh haunting her voice. "You don't look or sound fine, kiddo." Hobbs leaned a shoulder against the alley wall, taking the weight off her leg.
"Listen, where d'you live? I can take you home if you like. I dunno if you're lost or you reckon you're being followed or what, and I wouldn't put it past anyone in this city to follow a girl home, but you look just about ready to wet yourself if you're left any longer out here alone. Sound good?"

She played the Good Samaritan effortlessly. She knew what it was like to pick up random kids in city centres and take them home to where they were safe. Back home across the Atlantic, when she used to be a police officer, the night shift consisted of doing that very thing pretty much every night.

[Andriana Hattie Vernon]

I’m ashamed that I’m barely human,

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And I’m ashamed that I don’t have a heart you can break,

I’m just action,[/color]
And other times reaction.[/color]

She really wished the woman would just shoo. She just wanted to go home. She could tell the other probably could tell she wasn't from around her; she certainly didn't sound like it. She sounded like she was from the south; where most could be assumed to be dumb. She would have most people know she was a lot more intelligent then she seemed; and she damn well knew where she was. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place, that's where she was. She was stuck like that in a figurative way, and an actual way. She was stuck somewhere between scared and angry, and she was also stuck between a woman she didn't know, and a wall. The woman could be a serial killer for all she knew; granted, Andy herself wasn't the epitome of normal, but she could get around on her own, without the help of hobbling bystanders.

The closer she got, the more she wanted to push her over, and bolt. That didn't seem a half bad idea, but then also leaving a cripple lying in the gutter also seemed harsh. Her nostrils flared, and she didn't like being looked at like she was some sort of zoo attraction. She would have anyone who asked know she was not to be poked with a stick; because of what she was, or because of any other reason. She clenched her jaw, and she just wanted to go. She needed to go. This had to stop, she couldn't handle it. "I'm fine. It's just been a long day." She tried to say evenly.

Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she knew this person was just trying to be nice, but she just needed to go hide in her bed. She shouldn't have come out. "I appreciate it; I do, but I'm fine. I just need to go to bed, I don't need someone else to have to deal with me." She tended to get people killed, so she just should stay away from them, nice people didn't need to die. "Thank you though. Really." She said, pushing herself off her hiding wall, and out back into the open, walking past the other. She didn't mean to be rude, but she could take care of herself, she didn't need someone's pity.

"Take care." She said, shuffling past her slowly, glancing back over her shoulder as she did. There was something still nagging her about this whole situation, but she was just going to chalk it up to paranoia. Seemed the most normal answer to this situation, right?

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[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Hobbs observed her closely. The expressions of discomfort, the flared nostrils. They were classical signs of aggression, of desperation. It looked like she was getting antsy, preparing to attack. She was getting wild, and Hobbs didn't trust that look on her face. It unnerved her, it threatened imminent attacks on innocent, not to mention that it was close to the full moon and she could go full lycan at any second.

She gripped the handle of the walking stick tightly, getting ready to pounce. But the girl moved towards her, then walked past her, looking anxious as she did so. She made the excuse about needing to go to bed and left. Hobbs stood in the mouth of the alleyway and stared after her, examining her closely as she was told to take care.

She was ten feet away when Hobbs stooped, appearing to tie her shoelace. In actual fact she silently opened up the polyethylene capsule on the back of her leg, the one shaped like a calf muscle that contained a modest collection of explosives. She pulled the pin on a silver nitrate grenade, and rolled it quietly along the pavement towards the retreating lycan, coughing as she did so to cover the sound of the bomb against the asphalt.

[Andriana Hattie Vernon]

I’m ashamed that I’m barely human,

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And I’m ashamed that I don’t have a heart you can break,

I’m just action,[/color]
And other times reaction.[/color]

Her vision had those black edges, like when there was a threat of losing consciousness. She didn't know what was bringing it on; lack of sleep, stress, or something else completely, but she had to get out of here. She just wanted to go home. She walked slowly, her heart racing despite her slow movements. She didn't know what was going on here; but she really didn't like it. She swallowed, and she wanted to look back again, but she didn't. She couldn't make herself look back over her shoulder, she didn't want to know what was going on back there. She just wanted to get out of here, and away from this stress. She needed to go home and be in the dark. Maybe she could lock herself in her room for a few days, and maybe after she did everything would be okay.

Then, the woman coughed. Her ears picked up another sound, and she didn't know what to think. She just assumed she was hearing things, but something in her snapped. She did look back over her shoulder, and she saw something behind her that wasn't there before, and she looked back at the girl. Her heart began to race even more; like it was going to burst. All she could hear was the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. Then, that was really the last thing Andriana could remember.

She fell face first into the sidewalk, her back bowing out as she lay there. She made a strangled noise, and her finger nails scrapping against the sidewalk as she began to shift. The stress of this situation just couldn't be kept in check. The wolf under her skin came out, and this was the first time she ever snapped and changed without a full moon. The thing rolling behind her exploded, sending the wolf scuttling backwards with a shirl cry. She wasn't seriously injured, she didn't think, but there was a limp in her step as she advanced on the woman on the sidewalk. Maybe she should have heeded the wolf's ushering to “take care”, because now she was alone and it was one on one.

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[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

((Argh! Sorry, I had no idea you'd replied!))

Three, two, one, and - boom. Bish bash bosh, job's a good 'un.

The cloud of silver nitrate dust was released into the air, blossoming in waves like a silvery flower. It would have been quite a nice sight to watch for a while if Hobbs hadn't been preoccupied at that moment with the Werewolf. The girl had crumpled to the pavement, and Hobbs stood up, collapsing the walking stick and sticking it over her shoulder back into her bag. She drew the gun and proceeded to move around the Werewolf, slowly, sidestepping to move in a large circle, keeping her distance. She wasn't stupid, she'd seen the movies, knew the clichés. As soon as you came within arm's reach of a creature not quite disposed, you were dead. She wasn't going to make that mistake.

Hobbs slowed down, and ended up freezing on the spot as she stared through the silver dust cloud. As it began to clear, Hobbs could see the wolf plain as day. She'd transformed, and this had become an all-out attack. Hobbs opened fire with liquid silver bullets, designed so that the silver fluoride would be able to get into the bloodstream. Packed a nasty punch if she did say so herself. Hobbs began to walk backwards as she fired, her free hand digging into the inner pocket of her jacket. She pulled out another grenade, smaller this time, activated it, and lobbed it towards the wolf. This was not a silver nitrate bomb, but a high density polyurethane foam grenade. Fast expanding, fast drying, and hard once it sets. As part of Logan's 'capture, not kill' campaign, Hobbs had decided that foam grenades would be able to trap an immortal without harming them.

In this case, unfortunately, silver fluoride was on the menu anyway, because Hobbs didn't trust that Werewolves weren't as dangerous as Logan made them seem, and she wasn't taking any chances. Besides, if Hobbs managed to haul this wolf into the base, the silver poisoning could be cured once she got there. If Hobbs saw fit to cure her, that was.