MARION MCWARD
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Bellingstone Creek
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Marion pulled up to the Escape Bar and Grill and sat in his car for a moment gathering his bearings. He wasn't very fond of this place, it attracted too many biters and as much as Andre and Oscar tried to keep it low-key, there were of course the occasional brawls outside that the police were called to break up. It was only late morning and already the place was packed. That was probably the real reason why he disliked it most, was all the people, too many for his liking. It was Saturday so undoubtedly it would be like this all day, there would be no quieter time to come back.
The grizzled old Irishman groaned as he opened his door and shifted out of his vehicle. He mosied on into the bar, having to stop just inside so his eyes could adjust to the darkness. As they did, he surveyed the crowd. Two biters sat in the corner, taking refuge from the daylight outside. Somehow he seemed to recognize supernatural creatures whenever he saw them. Many years of civil service had taught him to be observant, and he had come to learn over the years the indicators for many different species. The biters, besides their vaguely morose presence, also tended to not blink a whole lot and look slightly waxen.
He gave the two vampires a knowing and suspicious look, and they returned his look with a smirk, raising their glasses to him. Pretentious arseholes. It was maybe a little hypocritical and unfair of him to be so suspicious of their kind. His species after all also had a bad reputation for not being the most friendly creatures either. Seducing humans and dragging them to the bottom of the ocean was not much better than draining them of all their blood. Yet there was a real disconnect between Marion and his kind, since he really hadn't spent much time with them and had led a very different life from any that he knew.
Marion dodged people and scooted between chairs until he got to the bar where Junsoo Moon was tending to customers. The meek Beta of Bellingstone shuffled back and forth behind the counter, swiftly taking orders and expertly serving them. Marion sat down on one of the stools. Already he was feeling drained from all the crowd around him and he hadn't even gotten to the person he was here to talk to.
He fiddled with the sapphire ring on his wedding finger, turning it and turning it, until Junsoo Moon finally got to him.
"Just a shot of scotch for me." he told Jun. He wouldn't normally drink, especially not on the job, but he was feeling more tense than usual.
"Say kid, is your boss in? Mr. Stein?" he asked him.
The grizzled old Irishman groaned as he opened his door and shifted out of his vehicle. He mosied on into the bar, having to stop just inside so his eyes could adjust to the darkness. As they did, he surveyed the crowd. Two biters sat in the corner, taking refuge from the daylight outside. Somehow he seemed to recognize supernatural creatures whenever he saw them. Many years of civil service had taught him to be observant, and he had come to learn over the years the indicators for many different species. The biters, besides their vaguely morose presence, also tended to not blink a whole lot and look slightly waxen.
He gave the two vampires a knowing and suspicious look, and they returned his look with a smirk, raising their glasses to him. Pretentious arseholes. It was maybe a little hypocritical and unfair of him to be so suspicious of their kind. His species after all also had a bad reputation for not being the most friendly creatures either. Seducing humans and dragging them to the bottom of the ocean was not much better than draining them of all their blood. Yet there was a real disconnect between Marion and his kind, since he really hadn't spent much time with them and had led a very different life from any that he knew.
Marion dodged people and scooted between chairs until he got to the bar where Junsoo Moon was tending to customers. The meek Beta of Bellingstone shuffled back and forth behind the counter, swiftly taking orders and expertly serving them. Marion sat down on one of the stools. Already he was feeling drained from all the crowd around him and he hadn't even gotten to the person he was here to talk to.
He fiddled with the sapphire ring on his wedding finger, turning it and turning it, until Junsoo Moon finally got to him.
"Just a shot of scotch for me." he told Jun. He wouldn't normally drink, especially not on the job, but he was feeling more tense than usual.
"Say kid, is your boss in? Mr. Stein?" he asked him.