Not Enough Answers [OPEN]

[Pockette]

Well, that had been unpleasant, to say the least.

Eden awoke beneath a pier on the waterfront, covered in sand and Lord knew what else. Was that...was that seaweed in her hair? Ugh! Pushing herself upright, she winced at the use of her "bad" wrist. It was particularly sore and once the side of her body that had been nestled in the sand was exposed, she realized how cold she was. Shivering, Eden gathered the remnants of whatever it was that she'd ben wearing last night and stood up. She didn't remember much, though if that was a blessing or not she had yet to determine. There was no blood on her so that was a plus!

Ugh. Today sucked already.

It was monday which meant she had today off, and that was a bonus. It meant she'd be able to shamble to her apartment looking like a vagabond in peace. Some of the docks workers glanced at her, and then turned their heads away. Eden felt shame at her unappealing appearance, but trudged on. At the street, she found signs and was able to determine a path home, but the location bothered her. She was miles from home, so how had she traveled so far? Had she been fleeing something? What had happened that had to drive her to a place she had never paid much mind to before?

The question that bothered her the most, however, was that last night hadn't been a full moon, so why had she changed at all?

[Zephyr]

This morning, the grumpy surgeon had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Though, it can be argued, that with Silas’ temperament, that he never wakes up on the right side of the bed. This morning though, he was still half asleep. The wolf had spent most of the previous night away from home, and had only returned because he had work in the morning.

Still, peeling himself out of bed is a feat in and of itself, and when he goes to take his shower, he’s seriously considering calling off. Not like it’ll matter much.

By the time he gets out, he feels much more like a functional human being, and less like staying holed up in his apartment. And that’s new too. Silas decides not to question why he suddenly feels like staying cooped up inside all day is an absolutely terrible idea and just gets dressed and ready to leave. No doubt Evelyn will say something to him when he gets to the hospital. The damned woman knows him better than he knows himself, and she isn’t the only one, though knowing himself had never been a big a priority as knowing other people.

It’s kind of essential in his line of work.

So dressed, with his thick trench coat pulled on, the collar turned upwards against the wind and with his briefcase dangling from one hand finds Silas walking to the hospital. Now, the man is used to the scent of werewolf. With the pack in residence, it’s impossible to walk a block without scenting one of them. What isn’t routine, is smelling a strange werewolf. There are loners, like himself, even if he had once been a part of the pack, but they have been around a while and either know how to placate the pack into ensuring their continued existence, or they know how to keep of the pack’s radar.

Silas is a little of both.

There are, occasionally, wolves who are just passing through, but this is a rare occurrence at best. Boston’s pack is well known among werewolves. The pack’s reputation precedes it, and most wolves stay away from the territory. So scenting a new wolf is still a novelty.

Even though Eden isn’t new in a sense, this is the first time Silas’ caught her scent and he skids nearly to a full stop, green-brown eyes narrowed and searching for the owner of the scent. It’s when he sees the woman…small, pale and bedraggled, that he wrinkles his nose in disgust for a moment before approaching her without speaking and sniffing a little.

Yep. The scent is definitely coming from her…and motherfucker…why can’t he ever meet the normal wolves who didn’t look like hobos that just came off the fucking street.

“You look like shit.” The surgeon informs Eden, lip lifting in a silent snarl. Normally he doesn’t concern himself with the virtue of random females, werewolf or not, but the girl’s clothing is ragged and looks like her hands are the only thing keeping it on. He decides work can wait and sighs heavily, tipping his head towards the way he came. “Follow me.” The man orders gruffly, turning back without another word and heading back towards his apartment, expecting Eden to follow without question.

He hadn’t started the morning with the intention of looking after babies, but he’d rather go out of his way than see Sabra or Logan kill one of them because they haven’t learned to control themselves. On the way, Silas addresses the girl without looking at her. “What’s your name?”

[Pockette]

People were staring, she could feel it. More than once someone had walked by her and made a disgusted noise. She supposed she couldn't blame them. Here she was, ragged, somewhat naked, walking around barefoot in the cold, and smelling like the underside of a pier. She knew that, under other circumstances, she would probably be one of those people. Would it kill them, however, to just ignore her? Was it too hard to simply look away? People did it often enough with crime, so why not her? Eden sighed, looked up briefly to see where she was going and continued to move.

Then that lovely statement of the obvious came out and Eden was given the urge to recoil and snap at the same time. Perhaps the wolf hadn't gone back to sleep completely yet. And now he was commanding her. With another sigh (she was doing that a lot lately) she followed him.

"Eden," she replied quietly.

No "my name is," no "good morning". To be totally honest she wasn't quite in the mood for pleasantries. This wasn't her normal state and maybe that was her issue. Oh, how she longed to be clean and dressed and as well prepared for the day as she so often was! What would her boss think? Nevermind what her boss would think if the man even recognized her. The only good that come from this was that no one would recognize her.

What. A. Blessing.

Looking up briefly, she took in the strange man's back. All she really saw was his short brown hair and black trenchcoat. He looked well dressed and like a businessman, if the briefcase was anything to go by. He smelled a little off from other businessmen she'd encountered. He smelled exceptionally clean with a hint of bleach. Perhaps he was a doctor? Then there was the musk of wolf that she usually just ignored.

At least she was following someone like herself. She just hoped he wasn't a serial killer. Oh God, it would be just her luck to be caught in a real life edition of American Psycho.

Today sucked.

[Zephyr]

For once someone takes Silas’ criticism in stride and doesn’t look at him weird. For a moment, he’s a little taken aback by the girl’s quiet acceptance of his order. No one’s actually listened to him before without arguing, and it’s a little surprising, but it’s also equally pleasing. He listens to her name with a low grunt of acknowledgement, letting a few seconds lapse before he would give her his name in kind. “I’m Silas.” He says without turning around to look at her as they close the short distance to his apartment.

He leads her through the halls to his door, unlocks it and then lets her in. For once, the doctor lets the girl enter the apartment before him. It would be a nice sentiment if the doctor had been aware of her state of undress and wished to preserve her modesty, but this probably isn’t the case at all. Whatever the reason, Silas closes the door behinds them and lays his belongings on the table near the door, stripping his coat and laying it across the counter before he turns to her.

“First off, you need to take a shower. You fucking reek.” And in a flash, Silas returns, wrinkling his nose at her, but showing no sign of discomfort at how her clothing is hanging off of her in tattered rags. His gaze softens as he looks her over and blinks. “Don’t worry about the clothes. I can lend you something to wear. Just go shower and then we should probably talk.”

The werewolf leads the girl to his obscenely huge bedroom, to the master bath with its giant walk in shower, grabs her a towel and blinks at her for a moment, narrowing his eyes in a glare. “Don’t use all my goddamn shampoo. That shit’s expensive.” With a growl, he turns and leaves her, hoping that he isn’t going to come back to his bathroom being completely ruined.

[Pockette]

Okay, Eden thought. Silas was a nice name. At least now she'd know who her killer was. She followed him like an old beggar woman to his apartment. At first glance she thought it was very nice. It was clean and she thought it smelled faintly of dog despite the lack of an obvious canine. Did her apartment smeel like this? Probably not, since she tended to keep her bathroom window cracked to let fresh air flow through without freezing it.

Yes, thank you, she though sarcastically when he stated that she'd need to shower and "fucking reeked". She appreciated his help, but he could at least try to be more pleasant. It wasn't like she had asked him to help her. Nodding she stepped into the bathroom, waiting for himto close the door before she let go of her rags. The clothes dropped to the floor and quickly piled at her feet. With a slight look of disgust she stepped away from them, leaving them where they lay to keep the floor clean. It was very strange to be showering in a complete stranger's house. She'd rarely showered at any of her friends' houses! Turning the water on, she stepped in.

Oh, sweet Lord above! That was delicious!

The warm water flowed over her body and she stood there simply reveling in the miracle that was cleanliness. Even though it'd only been one night, she had felt like the dirt would never leave her body! Taking only tiny amounts at a time, she worked shampoo through her hair until it was clean and then, with the most irritating part done, finished the rest of herself. She guessed that Silas would probably have a thing or two to say about the length of her shower. It hadn't been that long, she didn't think, but the hot water had felt just so good.

Looking around, Eden found a pike of clean clothes waiting for her and the pile of ruined ones missing. She found it both sweet and alarming that he had been in the bathroom while she'd been in the shower. Eden dressed, combed her hair, and left the bathroom the way she had seen it when she'd first arrived, sans herself in a disgusting state. Walking to what she remembered being the living room, she found Silas and gestured to a seat across from him. He'd mentioned something about talking and she figured they might as well get it over with and resume their lives.