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there's a river running wild. ([personal profile] shootstars) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-02-16 12:04 pm

the picture prompt meme

the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy.

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idfk man i'm sorry

[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-17 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bartholomew Bogue is a force to be reckoned with. Rumors always flew about his nature, about what he was. Coy little comments that flitted between folks in Sacramento, murmured behind hands and in the shadows. Nothing concrete, of course. Never any definitive proof – just little, incidental things.

A pallor to his skin. A sharpness to his eyes and his teeth. A difficulty in recalling if anyone has ever actually seen the man walking around in broad daylight.

The people of Rose Creek know better, though. He wants the land, though the reasoning is still so terribly mundane – gold. Evidently creatures such as Bogue are prey to the sins of greed, same as anyone. Rose Creek knows full well what he is, especially after the first night he unleashes a taste of his fury on their town. Men and women slaughtered in the street before the church, throats torn out by too-sharp teeth, bodies left in the dirt, drained of blood. Bogue wants their town, he says in no uncertain terms. And he's going to get it.

Except a woman, Emma Cullen, sees fit to prove otherwise, and she rides out, in search of hunters. Men who could see Bogue and those under his employ for what they truly were, who could see that Bogue and his men weren't men at all, no longer human. Hunters who knew how to handle creatures of the night and could pass on that knowledge to a near helpless town.

And she finds them.

Only problem is, Sam Chisolm sees fit to bring a handful of monsters along with them.

The Old Farmer's Almanac places the full moon on the last Sunday of this month – though Faraday hardly needs that book to know. He can feel it drawing close, the full moon, a presence weighing on the back of his mind, simmering in his blood.

It's getting close – two weeks away. When he meets Chisolm, it's a week and a half away. And when they arrive in Rose Creek, murderthe Blackstones in the streets, it's down to seven.

(One of them gets away – the talker, Faraday remembers. The one who had looked at Faraday as he leaned against the hotel's wall and had sneered. The Blackstone agent clings to the back of a horse as Goodnight Robicheaux sights down the barrel of a rifle.

He doesn't take the shot.

And Faraday can't help the flare of disappointment and unease that crawls through him.)

But the moon will be full in the sky on the final Sunday of the month. And wouldn't you know, Bogue's men are expected to arrive that very evening.

If that isn't the dumbest, grandest stroke of luck, Faraday doesn't know what is.

When the moon is black, he lives by his guns, and being what he is lends him speed, a certain amount of dexterity. As the moon turns white, he tends to put as much distance between himself and civilization as he can – but not this week, apparently, and being this close to so many people, so close to the full moon, makes him nervous.

Because at some point, he's going to stop seeing these folks as allies and start seeing them as food.

(Faraday had warned Sam as much: "I can't guarantee I'll be on your side, come the day of the fight."

Sam had nodded in that solemn way of his and said, "I know. We'll just have to start you off pointed in the right direction, is all.")

He sits on the steps of the saloon's porch, his deck of cards in his hands, his face turned up to the night sky. Basking in the moonlight. The evening air is warm, dry; the bare breeze that flits across his skin nearly feels like sandpaper. The full moon drawing near tended to make him hypersensitive, hyperaware. A little more animal than man, too, though he tries to keep those instincts tightly reined. Faraday orbits civilization more often than not – cities and settlements and little tent towns – and not keeping control of himself tends to end badly.

Three nights away, by now, and Faraday feels it, anticipation twisting and writhing in his gut, something stirring in him, howling to get out.

The dull thud of a boot against wood makes him straighten near instantly, ears perking up and eyes casting around. He doesn't quite relax when he realizes who it is; instead, he smiles sharply. ]

Hola, muchacho. [ A twang to the words he doesn't bother to control. ] Lovely evenin', huh?
Edited 2017-02-17 04:59 (UTC)
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-17 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sam Chisolm was a strange sort of man, to recruit the very creatures he should be hunting. Granted, the hunters outnumbered the would-be hunted, perhaps a silent warning to stay in line, though Vasquez never quite got that impression. They were an odd mix, the lot of them, but there never seemed to be any outright animosity towards himself or the other non-human members of their group. It was a rare thing, to be sure, but Vasquez found it almost comforting in a way.

It had been so very long since he last enjoyed anyone’s company, man or monster.

Had he been born a different person, perhaps it would have been considered a gift, the ability to change his shape under the cover of night. He remembers the old lady in the village near his family’s farm, a nagual as well, a woman with a sweet disposition and a bottomless well of wisdom who would chase rabbits from the fields at night in her coyote form. He called her abuela, everyone did.

But a human’s disposition can change the nature of their powers just as easily as the day of their birth determines them, and Vasquez always did like to take more than he ever liked to give. He wasn’t a helper, a kind soul like that old lady, and the day his mother fell ill, never to recover, he knew that he wasn’t the sort of beast anyone would want to keep around. He was a thief and a killer, someone who brought darkness and the promise of curses wherever he went.

Had he been born a different person, perhaps that would have been more of a tragedy.

Faraday is an oddity to him. A wolf without a pack, sticking it out dangerously close to a full moon to help a town of strangers. And for what? A horse? Not likely.

But the two of them are similar enough, in personality and in nature, that they gravitate towards one another. They get under one another’s skin almost on the regular- and perhaps there’s something there to be said about dogs and cats, since the animal part of him was as much a part of his soul as the human part, and Faraday had canine infused into his very being, even when the moon was waning- but they also… click. The hunters have been nothing but accommodating, to be sure, but he’d take the company of his fellow monster over theirs, if only because Faraday gets it.

He snorts at Faraday’s greeting, at the butchered Spanish. ]

Hola yourself, guero. I never took you for much of a stargazer.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-17 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Ain’t I allowed a poetical soul?

[ He asks it cheerfully, but the sharpness of his smile belies him. The cards whisper as he riffles them.

Vasquez is an odd one, Faraday thinks. Like him, but not, with a smoothness to his steps that screams feline. This close to the full moon, Faraday can smell it on him, that strange little tang in that marks men like them as different, sitting on the back of his tongue as he breathes – not quite human, but close enough to fool anyone who didn’t know any better.

He wonders what it must be like, changing like Vasquez does, keeping his mind in a new body. Faraday doesn’t remember much when he changes. Pain as his bones shift and muscles rearrange, certainly. But otherwise, just little bursts, here and there, like the sensation of freedom as he runs and howls under the moonlight. The feeling of a battle-high as he gives chase, bounding around trees and bushes.

At least once, in the early days of the curse, the flash of a man’s face fixed in an expression of terror. Screams turning to gurgles. The taste of blood on his tongue.

(Faraday woke that morning with his front tacky and red, and he ran.

Resolved to stay away from people in the week before a full moon, after that.)

But that cat form of Vasquez’s had been massive, deadly – maybe just shy of Faraday’s form when he changes. In a fight, he’s not sure which of them would win. Vasquez has speed, agility, and his wits about him, a cleverness that Faraday’s form surely lacks. Faraday, though, has strength and size and a near all-consuming desire to kill.

It’d end in a bloody mess. At least Faraday knows that for sure.

Faraday and the others had witnessed Vasquez’s transformation firsthand, their first evening in Rose Creek. And there was something to be said for having a powerful creature as that circling him in the street, cheeks bloodied and teeth bared, snarling at the bastards as they approached before he slashed them to ribbons with his claws and fangs.

Certainly made a man feel unstoppable, at least.

He stretches out, his deck cradled in one hand as he slouches back to rest his elbows on the landing behind him, and he turns to look at Vasquez more fully. (The moonlight ghosts over his face, gives his eyes a vague, yellowish tinge.) ]

To what do I owe this dubious pleasure?
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-17 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I think you’re making up words now, perrito.

[ Not the most flattering nickname, to be sure, but he privately finds it amusing. He’s run across other wolves now and then, but never this close to a full moon, and certainly never on one. Faraday has a feral edge to him now, little hints of the animal that wants out.

He wonders if Faraday truly loses control of himself in the battle, would the hunters try to put him down?

Vasquez eases down the steps, coming to sit alongside the gambler. His shoulders rise in a slow, unconcerned shrug, eyes cast upwards for a very long moment. ]

Just out for some air.

[ His gaze flicks to Faraday. ]

You only change with the moon, yes?
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-17 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He scowls on instinct at the word – nickname? insult? both? – and watches Vasquez almost warily as he sits beside him. ]

Quit callin’ me that.

[ Because whatever the hell “perrito” means, it certainly can’t be good. Not with that private little smile Vasquez puts on, like he’s told a particularly funny joke, the punchline of which only he knows.

It’s maddening.

He watches Vasquez from the corner of his eye as he settles, as he thinks, as he offers his answer to Faraday’s question. Faraday doesn’t quite believe that’s the entire story, “Just out for some air.” Then again, if Vasquez had turned the question back on him, it’s the reasoning he’d offer as well. Faraday needed some air after sitting with the others in the saloon—

(hearing the faint pulse of everyone in the room, heartbeats, breaths, the grinding of teeth as they chew, the scrape of metal on metal as their utensils drag on their plates, the wheezing of wooden furniture. the scent of sweat of smoke of liquor of gunpowder of beans and bread and meat and rice.

blood in the air, too. coppery, sweet. a man with a bandage wrapped over his hand, cut himself sawing wood, another with blisters from digging trenches, another brought in from the mines, injured by a blast. wounded, weak, vulnerable.

easy prey.

—and came out here to be by himself.

Faraday resettles against the steps, bringing his hands together to lazily mix the cards in an overhand shuffle. ]

Just with the moon. [ Lightly, like being what he is isn’t a curse. ] Can’t all be lucky enough to change when we want.
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-17 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gives a noncommittal hum at Faraday’s protest of his nickname. He won’t stop it, of course, unless the end of the week goes particularly sour for the lot of them, but he does make a mental note to ease off just a little. Best not to raise Faraday’s hackles too much.

(He does wonder if Sam knew what Faraday was when he recruited him into this little band of misfits. Sam was a damn good hunter, so maybe he could tell.) ]

Just at night.

[ As if that somehow made it better or worse. It means, like Faraday, he still has to be good with his guns to get by in the world. Can’t take it all on with claws and teeth and preternatural strength.

But there are days where his skin feels like it’s on too tight, like he can’t bear to live in the human world a second longer, and the instant the sun goes down, he shifts and he runs. He hunts and climbs and it’s so wonderfully freeing that he forgets that at the heart of it, he’s an evil, twisted thing.

This is by far the longest he’s been in civilization in a long while, and the man in him is glad for the company, for the sense of purpose, but the animal in him gets restless. He sighs, hauling himself upright. ]

Too noisy in there. I’m going for a walk.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-17 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Just at night.

[ He repeats it back mildly, if not a little patronizingly, because the distinction is evidently important. But he grants that it is a necessary distinction. Not as though Vasquez can shift and deal with his problems in the daylight with an application teeth.

Not for the first time, he wonders what it must be like. How it feels, to change to and fro at will. He wonders if it’s as addictive as it might seem, feeling as powerful as all that.

And there’s a grace to him, Faraday admits. A terrifying sort of elegance to that big cat form of his.

Faraday arches an eyebrow as Vasquez rises, the cards stilling in his hand. He considers him for a long second before he glances over his shoulder, where the yellow light of the lamps spills out from over and under the batwing doors, through the glass panes of the window. (One still shattered, after a Horne through a man bodily through it.) He turns back to Vasquez and slowly slips the cards into the waist pocket of his vest.

And in that same mild way, ]

You want company?
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-17 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He knows what it’s like, to want to get away from people. Considering Faraday has no say over when the beast in him rears its head, the press of warm bodies in there must have been maddening.

So at the offer he shrugs again, and offers just as mildly. ]

If you like.

[ The streets are mostly dark, save for the lights from the saloon and a small smattering of windows. The dark never bothered Vasquez much, so long as he had the stars overhead he had more than enough light to see by.

His ultimate destination is the fields outside of the town proper, but he’s in no hurry to get there. ]

Did you know Sam was a hunter when he picked you up?
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-17 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It’s not the most effusive of acceptances to Faraday’s offer of company, but at least it’s not an outright rejection.

So he stands, stretches, rolls his shoulders, before he falls into step beside Vasquez. This close to the full moon, his senses are heightened – and it took him ages to get used to the sensory overload, for it to stop making his head pound like every hangover he had ever experienced combined. Now, he can focus, block things out, let in just enough to make the change advantageous, rather than a burden.

The yellowish cast of the moonlight across the streets, the rooves. The rustle of their clothing as they walk. The crunch of dirt and rocks beneath their boots. An owl hooting quietly in the dark, the horses nickering and huffing in the stables. The smell of freshly turned dirt and black powder, grass and sawdust and that distinctly crisp scent of the night, carried in on the warm breeze that rasps against his skin.

It makes walking in the dark like this less hazardous than it would be for a normal man, at the very least.

He makes a light noise at Vasquez’s question. ]

I did. Saw him at work, trackin’ down a fella called Powder Dan. Pale sorta man, took up bartendin’, apparently. Heavy pours, decent prices.

[ Faraday tips his head slightly to one side. ]

A ghoul, though. Ate a man and his boy. His wife, too, though I’m a bit fuzzy on the details, whether the eatin’ came before or after he had his way with her.

Suppose it don’t really matter, just that they’re all dead, remains scooped up and buried. Anyhow, I watched Sam bring ‘im down. Fastest son of a bitch I ever saw. Shot him stone cold dead ‘fore Dan could leap over the counter at ‘im.

[ A pause, and he shrugs his shoulders. ]

Man like that comes to you, says he’s got a job and don’t care what you are, you’d be a fool to say no.
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-18 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a genuine curiosity of his. Everyone has heard by now the story of Sam and Emma tracking Vasquez down in the middle of the woods, scrounging for supplies in an abandoned cabin. Since it had been the middle of the day, everyone was saved from an unfortunate mauling, but he did give poor Emma a scare by roping her feet out from under her.

But he hadn't ever heard the story of how Faraday came to join their little band.

Really, it just drives home the fact that Sam Chisolm is a scary, scary son of a bitch. ]

I know how that goes. [ Said with the slightest hint of a laugh. ]

Surprised you're sticking around in town, though.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-18 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Can’t be much of one.

[ Lightly, though he looks at Vasquez askance, watching him from the corner of his eye. He offers the usual story: ]

Sam did me the favor of buyin’ my horse. Seems only fair I stick around long enough to pay the man back.

[ But Faraday knows that’s most likely not what Vasquez is getting at, knows he probably means Faraday shouldn’t be so close to so many people with the moon waxing as it is, bringing the beast inside him so terribly close to the surface.

Doesn’t mean he’ll give the man the satisfaction of a straight answer. ]
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-18 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Of course it was going to be like that. In the short time he's known Faraday, he can't think of a single instance where the man directly answered a question he was asked. ]

I know that. But that doesn't mean you have to stay in the town.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-18 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ He scoffs. ] What, you expect me to camp out? Pitch up a tent and commune with nature and the Lord like Horne does?

No, thank you.

[ He sniffs, shrugs a shoulder. ]

'Sides. Don't got any whiskey out in the fields.

[ Faraday is a man of simple pleasures. ]
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-18 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ He snorts, giving a roll of his eyes. Faraday really is an odd one, because Vasquez feels like if he were in Faraday's place, with a wild animal lurking just beneath the surface, hungry to get out, he'd take the fields in a heartbeat.

But then, he doesn't know what it's like to be in Faraday's place. Wolves like him were cursed, changing with the moon, losing control in the process. For Vasquez and others like him, their animal half has always been a part of them. It was something to be embraced and understood, never feared or avoided.

Would that he could offer Faraday that sort of peace. ]

Last I checked, bottles can be carried from one place to another.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-18 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
Company can't.

[ A pause. ]

'Least, not without a whole lot of kickin' and screamin', and I don't got the patience to deal with all that.

[ He likes the reminder, likes the test, likes the challenge. Part of him appreciates the fact that he's kept his composure for this long, when in the week before a full moon he would usually be heading out, searching for a safe, deserted place to hunker down. The reminder that he's still in control of himself pleases him a little.

Faraday admits – to himself, at least – that Vasquez isn't wrong, that Faraday should be out in the fields as they draw closer and closer to the night of the fight. That he should put distance between himself and the other men. But maybe that's the thing. Maybe him being so quick to leave people behind is the problem. Maybe soaking in the scents of the folks of Rose Creek will make him more likely to remember who his allies are, come the night of the battle.


Probably not, but maybe.

The moonlight soaks into his skin as they walk, and Faraday tips his head back a little, basking it in again, eyes half-hooded as he takes a deep breath. The night air is far from cool with the heat of the day still lingering, trapped in the dirt and the stone, but there's a freshness to it that lingers in his lungs. ]

Why? [ He looks at Vasquez from the corner of his eye. Blandness in his voice again, but a sharpness in his yellow-green eyes. The corner of his mouth quirks up in a smile. ] Tryin' to drive me out?
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-19 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ He watches Faraday as they walk, eyes following the line of his profile, illuminated by the moon. He's still trying to figure the gambler out, just how he ticks, how he deals with being what he is.

He doubts he'll ever get those answers, barely knowing each other as they do, but it's still a point of curiosity for him. ]

Not at all. Just making sure you're not doing something you don't want to be doing.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-19 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Faraday barks out a laugh. ]

Hombre, [ aw-m-bray ] I'd hoped you'd know by now I never do anything I don't already wanna do.

[ But his smile widens a little, amused rather than feral. ]

Say I didn't, though. You likely to do anything about it?
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-19 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Another mild, languid shrug ] Depends on if the company is worth it.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-19 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Horses tend to be fidgety sorts of creatures. Sensitive and so terribly easy to spook. By now, the two of them have reached the livery stable, and he wonders what it is that gives them away, because he hears a few dismayed nickers, hooves stamping uneasily.

They must just have a sense for it, Faraday thinks. For the unnatural, the deadly, like feeling a storm before it blows through. And depending on the phase of the moon, Faraday's relationship with most of those creatures tended to leave quite a bit to be desired.

Having him and a man like Vasquez passing so close by – he can't exactly blame the horses for their nervousness. ]

Well, that was woefully vague. [ With only a tiny hint of annoyance. Faraday always preferred getting straight answers, even if he wasn't in the habit of giving them. ] What's that supposed to mean?
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-19 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Vasquez tends to make most animals nervous- they're smarter than most people give them credit for, and they just seem to know there's something predatory about him. Finding a horse that would let him ride it had been something of a challenge.

That the horses are nervous when they pass by the livery is not a surprise at all. ]

It means if you want whiskey, bring a bottle. If you want company, I could be company.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-19 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Faraday blinks, turns his head to look at Vasquez fully. ]

... Really?

[ With undisguised wariness, like he expects it to be a joke, and for Vasquez to pull the rug out from under him. ]

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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-19 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The open wariness sort of surprises him, like he expected Faraday to dance around the offer, and he glances over with raised eyebrows. ]

Because it's oppressive back there. Too many people, too many heartbeats.

You're not so bad, though.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-19 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That startles a laugh out of him, and Faraday casts Vasquez a disbelieving sort of smile. ]

Gushing as that recommendation was, pretty sure that just goes to show you don't know me very much at all, amigo.

[ They reach the edge of the town, where the dirt path gives way to green grass. The creek catches the moonlight, reflects up whatever few clouds linger in the night sky. Faraday catches the scent of water in the air. Damp earth. Grass and dirt and the lingering smell left after firing a gun.

It's a welcome relief from the stench of sweat and blood, liquor and food, and the monster in him stops clawing at the walls of his chest, slowly turns, relaxes.

He can't help the sigh of relief that escapes him. ]
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[personal profile] lawbreakers 2017-02-20 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
I know enough.

[ Blandly, but he's still watching Faraday. He watches the tension go out of the other man, leaving with a sigh, and the corners of Vasquez's mouth quirk upward knowingly. ]

See, already it's better out here.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2017-02-20 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ He cuts the other man a glare, lips pressing into a thin line. ]

That's why we're out here? You wanted to prove a point?

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