47th Howl | Not-Wolf Hunting [Backdated]
Nov. 18th, 2014 06:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Who: Lyall and anybody interested in capturing the not-werewolf impersonating him
When: Backdated to November 15, evening
Where: The streets around Locke High School
What: Going hunting and then hopefully catching
After getting together the interested parties via the network, upon his release from that idiotic "for his safety" jail time, Lyall is ready to get rid of this monster once and for all. There have been more sightings since his release, and he's sure it won't take long before another attack-- and then another arrest. And he'd really rather not spend any more time behind bars just yet.
So they're at the high school Saturday night, meeting up after dark, Lyall pacing around the parking lot and sniffing about for which direction to start in from there. Sacrificing any ability to fight whatsoever for the ability to communicate and have actual hands, he's not going wolf tonight. Hopefully, anyway, considering it's not a quick change just yet. He's brought the leftover rope and twine from the ages-ago trip into the mines, in the hopes of using it to catch the bastard rather than letting him get away, or actually hurting him, stuffed into an old backpack. Otherwise, he looks business as usual, up to and including a scarf. At least now it's cold enough outside to warrant one.
When: Backdated to November 15, evening
Where: The streets around Locke High School
What: Going hunting and then hopefully catching
After getting together the interested parties via the network, upon his release from that idiotic "for his safety" jail time, Lyall is ready to get rid of this monster once and for all. There have been more sightings since his release, and he's sure it won't take long before another attack-- and then another arrest. And he'd really rather not spend any more time behind bars just yet.
So they're at the high school Saturday night, meeting up after dark, Lyall pacing around the parking lot and sniffing about for which direction to start in from there. Sacrificing any ability to fight whatsoever for the ability to communicate and have actual hands, he's not going wolf tonight. Hopefully, anyway, considering it's not a quick change just yet. He's brought the leftover rope and twine from the ages-ago trip into the mines, in the hopes of using it to catch the bastard rather than letting him get away, or actually hurting him, stuffed into an old backpack. Otherwise, he looks business as usual, up to and including a scarf. At least now it's cold enough outside to warrant one.