Gabrielle M. Thorne *Buckling the belt tight around her hips as she goes over the checklist for tonight's shoot. There's no room for error on this since she'll be leaving just before dusk on her own. Her eyes concentrating on the exits and which paths to take. Grabbing her highlighter to mark the entrance she observes the uneven brick and cement work. The building is old and intimidating like most decrepit abandonments are in that part of the city, but it calls to her, taunts her even. With the driving force of her gift urging her forward, she pauses, stopping to center herself <Calm down Gabby, you'll have Lucan busting through the doors if you keep your heart rate up any longer> pulling her gear out, she grabs the extra Nikon lens she packed. Making sure to breath and control herself as she closes the bag back up. Her mate was against her shooting this area, and his promise of death and destruction should she be injured in any way was heard loud and clear through the compound. Taking extra precautions to protect herself she had Gid fit her with a small camera, this way her mate can see that she's ok, and to appease her growly mate further she strapped her personalized 9 to her thigh, it's loaded with titanium rounds that will both effect human and breed alike. She can protect herself, Luc has made sure of that, but knows she's no match for a breed or even a large human male for that fact. Sliding the glock inside the holster she grabs her pack and heads to the door*
Gabrielle
M. Thorne *Walking through the garage, the chirp of the Range Rover pulls a smile over her lips. She needs this, to pull it through her system and ebb the craving that has overtaken her thoughts. Climbing into the driver seat she throws her bag in the back then keys up the ignition. Knowing this is way to easy and her mate is always lurking she huffs. <ok love, lets see how stealth you can be> Pulling out of the garage into the coming dusk she pulls her cell out and texts. <I'll be home soon, no need to call out the militia, you can have the boys fall back> Hitting send she knows damn well he'll never listen to that*
Gabrielle
M. Thorne *Parking just off the gravel road along the tree
line she watches for a moment. It's looming presence both enticing and
frightening <Nice> she whispers and slowly exits the vehicle. Muting her
phone and prepping her camera before she heads over to the small opening of the
wire fence that surrounds the mammoth building she notices a low glow
illuminating the bottom left of the building <Shit> She mumbles under her
breath, as it dims she proceeds through the fence and up the side of the hill
before finding the thick rusted door in the back. Using her ability to watch
out as she jimmies the door open she slips in hopefully unnoticed*
Gabrielle
M. Thorne *Wiping the dust off her clothes she pears
around <Yep, dark, dank, super smelly! All the fixings of home well, the
single breeds part of the mansion anyways>Heading out of the basement into
the main lobby she snaps the staircase against the dark glow of the walls
behind it then heads up and over the case to get the main banister that seems
to float against the dark wood that supports it.*
Gabrielle
M. Thorne *Near the end of the case shoot she switches
lenses and lowers her perception of the banister. Trying to focus on a small
carving she stops and runs her finger along it, the swirls and arches remind
her of glyphs, there's so much history here craving to be remembered she makes
note to return. Snapping a shot of the intricate design for Gideon to
investigate she heads off to the 3rd floor*
Gabrielle
M. Thorne *Crouching low by the far window inside one of
the many rooms on the 3rd floor, she captures the moons glow covering the
decaying wooden floor and torn paper hanging from the walls, when a sudden
movement just outside pulls her attention. Her gift just able to make out a
couple large shapes <I knew he wouldn't call them back in> laughing as
she lowers her camera she heads back to the rover.
Gabrielle
M. Thorne *Loading her camera bag into the Rover after a
successful night shoot she grabs her hip as it vibrates. She's surprised he's
lasted this long, smirking as she pulls the smart phone out she texts back <
I'm on my way home love, ETA 40 minutes> Hitting send then throwing the
phone into the passenger seat she starts the engine eager to get home and
process her film*
No comments:
Post a Comment