(This is being moved from Gdocs to be completed)
[backlogged to occur just a few days after this rp]
Quinn paused outside the DCU library, muttering curses to himself. It was already full dark and he should have made it home by now but his short stay in the hospital along with the injuries he was still dealing with ment he was behind on his class work. With only a few weeks until the end of the semester he didn't have time for this s**t. He shifted slightly, trying to settle his bag more comparably, luckily it was a messenger bag so he didn't have to put pressure on his bad shoulder which was still strapped to his side.
Once everything was as settled as possible he took up the cane he had left leaning against the wall and headed on his way. He made his way slowly across the campus with the help of the simple aluminum cane. The stitches on his left leg were still tender and the doc prescribed staying off of it as long as possible but life wouldn't allow that, hence the cane. At Least he could keep as much pressure off of his leg as possible using the cane, a crutch would be better but the pressure aggravated his right shoulder.
He mentally cursed the damn negaverse agent who had given the injuries as Quinn slowly crossed into the less populated areas of the campus. If he wasn't hobbled he would have totally beat his a** into the ground, he conveniently forgot just how easily he had gotten pinned by the pet youma and just how badly he failed at fighting back.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn't realized he was all alone, something Quinn should have known would spell trouble. A shadowy figure drifted along behind the injured young man... Easy pickings... Drifting ever so closer to it's prey.
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Night had fallen and her phone beeped a dead battery. Flicking it as she rose from the couch, Delilah gave a groan. Her mother had held her on the phone for a good solid two hours. Who knew calling to ask if she had left her black and silver sandals at the house would have led to a ‘how are your grades’ followed by a ‘your father wants you in business classes.’ Of course he did. As Richard White liked to put it ‘no offspring of his was going to end up on welfare’.
“No Dad. Just on the moon.” She rolled her eyes as she yanked the red and white pen from her school bag. She needed to get some frustration out. Best way was not in this form.
It was not long after that Sailor Phact was moving through the campus. She was sticking more to the trees than the ground, keeping out of site from students out late. Though on campus, it wouldn’t be hard to say it was for some club, Phact didn’t want to go there.
She was alone for the most part. That was until she got near the library.
Stopping cold in her tracks, the senshi of doves stood still, sending out her aura. “Where are you…” She whispered before turning on her heels and leaping towards the chaos. It was moving slowly.
It was hunting.
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Quinn was so lost in his thoughts the loud chirping ringtone of his phone made him jump slightly, jarring his shoulder painfully. Balancing precariously on his good leg he hung his cane off his arm brace and fished his phone from his pocket. By that point the ringing had stopped but he quickly hit redial.
"Hey dad. Yeah just got done. No don't make Jim come out here to pick me up." He sighed in frustration. "No dad. My apartment is right of campus and so much closer than the manor. I'll be fine. Remember you two agreed that it's better for me to stay around here until tomorrow. I've got too much stuff to catch up on to spend that much time driving back and forth..." He was cut off by the voice on the other side of the phone talking rapidly. Another sigh escaped, this time one laced with frustration. "Fine. Just until my shoulder is better. Tomorrow morning I promise. Alright dad, yeah love you too. Give Isis a kiss for me. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye." He finished up his call and was able to get his phone back in his pocket without much trouble. He resettled his cane and was about to continue on his way when Quinn finally realized the eerie quietness.
It did not bode well so with care he looked to his sides, searching the darkness. Seeing nothing he carefully turned around and before he was able to get stable a darker shadow detached itself and flew at him. Quinn swung at the youma, because that's all such a creature could be, with his cane. The youma reared back slightly but lunged as the cane sailed past harmlessly.
Quinn took a step backwards instinctively.... On his bad leg. His damaged leg didn't hold his sudden move and with a shocked yelp Quinn fell backwards. The yelp quickly changed to a hollar of pain as his back, shoulder, and head thwacked into the dirt. Only luck had kept him from landing on the cement. He was seeing stars as he fought the flaring pain as his shoulder screamed at him, his head and back adding a secondary note of pain across his entire backside.
The youma had backed off when his prey went down, it hesitated waiting to see if the boy would stay down or if he would attack once more with the cane. When it came apparent that the injured boy would not be getting up quickly the tall, shadowy, lanky youma approached to loom over it's intended target.
All Quinn could think at that moment was why the hell did Slenderman, the Scarecrow, and Jack Skellington have a baby.... And how the hell did that even occur, as he saw the youma standing above him through the fog of pain.
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