EDEN FOSTER
Human
Posts: 28
Played by:
Jodi
She wants to love and radiant light
Last seen Apr 2, 2024 11:45:06 GMT
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Post by EDEN FOSTER on Apr 1, 2024 20:30:23 GMT
Eden felt like some 007 spy sitting in her car with a pair of binoculars spying on Zach. Well, trying to spy on Zach. She wasn’t doing a very good job considering she lost sight of him almost as soon as she drove into the parking lot because she was too busy trying to plug her phone into charge. Once she pulled her attention away from the phone he was gone. She quickly tapped on Daniel’s name, pulling up a new message to him. “I no longer have my eyes on the Eagle.” She spoke into the phone before sending the voice note to Daniel. Fucking great. She managed to stay a few cars back when she followed him from the ice cream parlour to wherever the fuck they were now. She clicked on the maps on her phone to reveal they were just outside of Mystic Falls as some bar. Google indicated the place wasn’t open yet, which meant Zach wasn’t inside the bar. It was just his car, Eden’s car and a few others dotted around. Maybe they were all meeting around the back of the bar to exchange money for guns or something. Her heart sank a little when she considered that idea. What if they came out pointing their guns at Eden? She was taught how to run away from crocodiles in Margaret River, not bullets. It was typical Eden throwing herself in dangerous situations without thinking of what could happen to her because she was too busy chasing the thrill. Some of her listeners have warned her to be careful while searching for ghosts and witches. They could kill her if she got a little too close to the truth. The witches could put a curse on her or something. Most of her listeners encouraged her to carry on with her search, but Eden had yet to find anything spooky going on in Mystic Falls like she was promised. The town was weird with a lot of people going missing, but that was about as far as she could get. It felt like every stone she overturned there was nothing underneath. She shared with her listeners that she believed law enforcement were involved too, covering up the murders. The music played low in her car as she kept her eyes locked on the bar in front, waiting for someone to appear. But then she spotted Zach climbing out of his car. Turned out she never lost sight of him, he was sitting in his car the whole damn time. He looked over at her car. Eden sank down a little in her seat, trying to hide behind her steering wheel but he was already walking over to her. She grabbed her phone, opening her messages with Daniel, “We have a code yellow.” She muttered into the phone before throwing it on the passenger seat as Zach appeared at the window. She rolled the window down, with a smile on her face, pulling her sunglasses off. “Hey. How ya going? Fancy seeing you here.”ZACHARY QUIROA
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ZACHARY QUIROA
Human
Posts: 62
Played by:
Ange
Last seen May 3, 2024 19:13:36 GMT
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Post by ZACHARY QUIROA on May 3, 2024 19:11:37 GMT
Given that Ricky had already shot his load in pulling him into the station for possession, Zach doubted that he was lurking outside the store to pull the trick off a second time. Ricky had been desperate to dismantle the cartel for a long time, but he wasn’t stupid. Shining much more light on what they were doing here risked that light being flipped back around on him and that might end with Detective de la Peña tarnishing that halo he’d strapped on when he’d left home. The Sheriff here was probably just as corruptible as the ones south of the border, but she’d probably draw the line on one of her detectives having family ties to the man dealing in all sorts of death in her town.
From inside the store, he’d watched the street for half an hour, only half listening to the babble of voices from the counter. People had come and gone, but Ricky wasn’t out there in his real form at least. Maybe he’d decided to be an 80 year old man today, turning that crabby attitude on the assistant behind the counter cause he couldn’t get his fill on a free taste of every flavour. It was doubtful though, even Ricky had some standards (the wart growing big as a cherry on the side of the old man’s face definitely exceeded them). When the coast had been clear – and his damn watch had beeped at him to warn him he only had half an hour to go – Zach slipped out. Scurrying to the car with his shoulders up, he tried not to telegraph the fact that he was still nervy. There was nothing that captured a predator’s eye faster than a pendejo like him scurrying around, looking like prey.
He'd tried not to let Ricky see the panic in his eyes as he’d been paraded through the station. It wasn’t about not giving him the satisfaction of it. If Manny arrived and he was sweating like a virgin in a bordello, Manny would be sure he’d cracked. One word out of his mouth to the cops and the next time Ricky saw him wouldn’t be when he pulled him over, it’d be in a shallow grave out in the woods. Maybe Manny wouldn’t even put in that much effort, he’d be dumped on Ricky’s doorstep instead. A gift from a psychotic cat – look at the rat. By the time he’d gotten free it was a full on battle between the logical part of him and the primitive part of his brain that screamed he'd be dead. Looking Manny in the eye he’d sworn on his mama’s life that he hadn’t said a word about what they were doing here. Sweat mighta pooled in the hollow of his spine, but he’d made sure that every damn word was the truth, just in case Manny could sniff that out the same way he could fear or bullshit.
Still, Dulce Quiroa had raised no fool. The second he’d pulled away from the curb, Zach had been watching his rear mirror. He went light on his speed, driving like that 80 year old man as he made his way through town and out towards the sort of establishments that squatted like haemorrhoids on the outskirts of Mystic Falls. The good folks drove straight past spots like this, heading for the gentrified likes of Charlottesville, with its Vineyards and Monticello, the ones up to no good turned off the road, heading for the places the Founding Families never would’ve allowed in their backyard. Maybe if he hadn’t been the only one turning off, he wouldn’t have seen her pulling into the lot behind him.
Throat going dry, he sped up as he turned towards the end of the lot – all the better to make a quick exit if he had to. He guessed he coulda pulled right out again, but it would’ve fucked up the tenuous deal they’d made to deal with one of the bartenders to sell out of the bar. Zach stared at the mirror as he zipped into a space half hidden behind a panel van. Nothing moved, Eden didn’t come crawling along the row behind him. He was sure that’d been her though. Five minutes later, Zach slipped out of the car. She hadn’t come looking for him, maybe it meant he hadn’t just led someone else to exactly what they didn’t want them to see. Three steps later, he saw her. He probably wouldn’t have recognised the car, but it was Eden trying to duck behind the wheel. Mierda.
Swiping the back of his mouth, Zach headed towards the car. If Manny realised she was here she wouldn’t be selling ice cream much longer. He approached the driver’s window, seeing the smile slip over her face. Was it too bright? Had the sunglasses been her bad attempt at a disguise. ”Hey,” Zach murmured, his voice taking on an equally bright tone. ”Good. I’m good. Thought I’d take a ride, you know. I’m guessin’ you did the same? This one of your regular spots?” He tipped his head towards the bar, knowing that Eden would’ve stuck out in the place like a turd on the White House lawn. If he was wrong and she was out here every night downing shots off the sticky bar, then the deal would be off. They didn’t need anybody else sticking their nose in here.
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