Welcome Back? ((Rp for 12yrs_life))

[control_issues]

In the trunk of her car, Dani Reese carried the following: a spare tire with axel and crank, blankets, two flashlights, a highway safety kit, rope, a gym bag, holy water, an axe, and a shotgun with requisite rock-salt rounds.

She did not want to pin down an exact date for when those last three became common place in her life. Luckily, she was currently dodging green blasts of something, courtesy of a creature that was either a demon or an extra from a very messed up version of Sesame Street. So, no real time for thinking. Just shooting.

It’s not that she actively sought out cases featuring demons. That would have been ridiculous. It’s just that she was now, by default, the most knowledgeable person in the department about them. She knew when a case or a call for assistance sounded off. And she didn’t have a partner to weigh her down, so going to check things out didn’t mean she was risking anything.

Dodging another blast and flying away from a falling shelf, Dani grunted. This was going to take awhile, and she’d been hoping to get a jog in before it got too late. Annoying.

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[12yrs-life.livejournal.com]

"And now I've un-left." Charlie understood abandonment issues but he had come back to L.A. after his time in prison which had lasted much longer than his hunting. It seemed obvious to him that he'd come back.

He looked down too. "On average."

[notsopowerless.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure Ted will be happy," Dani said, picking her gun up off the ground. She hadn't given any real thought to him coming back, assuming that once he got a taste of life outside of the city that had put him in prison he would have sense enough not to come back.

But here he was. Dani looked towards the door.

"You've clearly got this."

With that, she started walking away. She had her limits, and Crews had reached them awhile back.

Welcome back, Charlie!