Things are winding down on the midway, with peak hours having passed in terms of food and games. A few rides are still running, but the ones that are big hits with children, less so. The excess crew is choosing to take their break then, with a couple clusters of them having settled on the edges of the pavilion with their dinner.
And one of them, wearing work overall that have an odd color paint on them, is eyeing Damon like he knows who he is, even if Damon doesn't know him from Adam.
[It is a text, from Lindsay. A second wound, gave us a clearer look at what kind of teeth this thing is working with. At a weird position though. Might be two killers.
And with it, Damon will get a picture of an almost perfectly circular set of puncture wounds, into the victim's shoulder. It barely is visible in the dark purple bruising that comes with lividity setting in, but it does indicate one thing:
This guy probably wasn't killed by a baby vamp who lost control of his teeth.
Lydia, in the meantime, is going to start making her way closer, but won't get so far that Damon can't pull her back if needed.]
( And in proving to Lydia he can do the job, he can try harder, he rolls a (natural 20) for persuasion. )
We won't keep you long. I learned recently about a job well done. I can appreciate it. But, I did want to know if I was wrong in thinking you might have recognized me? ( Or, seen Lydia and him hitting dead ends. ) We don't want trouble, but trouble has already happened, so if you know something, we'd be happy to hear it.
["Fuuuuuuuuuuuck," he tips his head back, before leaning in and keeping his voice low. "Look, yes. I know who you are. Any vamp coming into Mystic Falls knows to stay the fuck away from Damon Salvatore because ninety percent of the time, you're probably going to wind up dead."
Lydia raises an eyebrow before glancing over at Damon.]
( Mostly, it comes from his first and second years back, around the early 2000's. There was a string. Vampires and witches, actually. )
Unless you're a new breed of vampire with needle-like fangs, you are free to carny another day. ( Seriously, though, a vampire with the power to convince anyone of anything paints at carnivals? ) Now, is this just about not wanting me to kill you, or have you really not seen anything?
["I've been on the other side of the midway all night. So unless it was over there..." Then the rest of his brain catches up with him. "Wait, what do you mean, needle like fangs?"]
[She's giving him the benefit of the doubt for now. Scott's got one of those murderous reputations too, but Scott's isn't true. So she's keeping calm, and instead will give Damon a small nudge in return.]
[He leans in and looks, and then he swears. And while there probably be some kind of carny solidarity, being a living vampire with a heart still in his chest trumps carny solidarity.
"The twins. A pair of lampreys we picked up a couple months back. They've been traveling with us, and as far as I'm aware nothing shady happened but they're ... weird."]
["I don't know them. I try to stay the fuck away from them." He considers for a moment before snapping his fingers at another carny that's passing. "Hey, Cisco. The creeper twins, do they have names?"
The man pauses, before tipping his head to the side. "Wheeler? Fuck if I know."]
[The carny looks up at him, because yeah. Sure. But he waves a hand. "Dude. As long as I leave with my heart intact, I don't care. I'm not new." Not as old as Damon, but old enough. He knows how the game is played.]
Well, then, feel free to get back to being Bob Ross.
( And he'll let the guy off the hook, turning to Lydia. )
Homicidal twins. Cliché.
( Damon wants to search for the trailers, but between the people and a view obscured by some stilt walkers (3), he probably does not see where they can go next. )
If they gave in to their baser killer urges, they are probably looking to skip town. And fast.
The problem with them not responding is that Lydia starts to get worried. Stiles is usually pretty quick on the response. Cora and Scott maybe not but Stiles yes. And then, as they're continuing to wander the midway, a howl splits the air.
Her head snaps towards the sound and she nudges Damon forward.]
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Things are winding down on the midway, with peak hours having passed in terms of food and games. A few rides are still running, but the ones that are big hits with children, less so. The excess crew is choosing to take their break then, with a couple clusters of them having settled on the edges of the pavilion with their dinner.
And one of them, wearing work overall that have an odd color paint on them, is eyeing Damon like he knows who he is, even if Damon doesn't know him from Adam.
Also, his phone vibrates in his pocket.]
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Our best bet is with the traveling circus-workers.
( Is it a text, is it a call )
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And with it, Damon will get a picture of an almost perfectly circular set of puncture wounds, into the victim's shoulder. It barely is visible in the dark purple bruising that comes with lividity setting in, but it does indicate one thing:
This guy probably wasn't killed by a baby vamp who lost control of his teeth.
Lydia, in the meantime, is going to start making her way closer, but won't get so far that Damon can't pull her back if needed.]
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Deputy Miller thinks there are two killers.
( He evaluates the puncture marks. )
Stiles is off the hook.
( Damon is right behind her, then, moving to, first, the paint covered guy who seems to have a thing for him. )
Doing some painting today?
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"Look man, I don't want any trouble. I'm just trying to do my job."]
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We won't keep you long. I learned recently about a job well done. I can appreciate it. But, I did want to know if I was wrong in thinking you might have recognized me? ( Or, seen Lydia and him hitting dead ends. ) We don't want trouble, but trouble has already happened, so if you know something, we'd be happy to hear it.
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Lydia raises an eyebrow before glancing over at Damon.]
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( Mostly, it comes from his first and second years back, around the early 2000's. There was a string. Vampires and witches, actually. )
Unless you're a new breed of vampire with needle-like fangs, you are free to carny another day. ( Seriously, though, a vampire with the power to convince anyone of anything paints at carnivals? ) Now, is this just about not wanting me to kill you, or have you really not seen anything?
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( Why, what do you know, carny?
He also glances to Lydia, how's she handling his murderous reputation in this moment? )
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Show him the picture.
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( He does, both pictures and scrolls between the two so the vampire can see. )
Are. You. Familiar?
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"The twins. A pair of lampreys we picked up a couple months back. They've been traveling with us, and as far as I'm aware nothing shady happened but they're ... weird."]
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( One question at a time. But, he makes a note to ask 'how weird.' )
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( Kill people and dump their bodies in the woods? )
Do they have names?
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The man pauses, before tipping his head to the side. "Wheeler? Fuck if I know."]
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( He regard the carny again. )
For the record, every vampire who's died by my hand in this town has gone after my friends or my family. Or, me.
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( And he'll let the guy off the hook, turning to Lydia. )
Homicidal twins. Cliché.
( Damon wants to search for the trailers, but between the people and a view obscured by some stilt walkers (3), he probably does not see where they can go next. )
If they gave in to their baser killer urges, they are probably looking to skip town. And fast.
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[And she will head off to send a text to her friends.]
Fill in Lindsay and see which way she wants to go with the information?
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Twins with the last name of Wheeler. They were picked up by the carnival. And not subtle about murder.
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The problem with them not responding is that Lydia starts to get worried. Stiles is usually pretty quick on the response. Cora and Scott maybe not but Stiles yes. And then, as they're continuing to wander the midway, a howl splits the air.
Her head snaps towards the sound and she nudges Damon forward.]
That's Cora. They're in trouble, go.
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( He goes, he goes. In a blink, he's gone, running in the direction of Cora's howl. )