geo and manhattan

Who: Geo and Manhattan
Where: Marek's House
When: Morning

The day had been similar to this one the first time Manhattan found herself standing at one side of the porch, save for this time there was no down pouring of rain. And instead of a lone pup at the door she had just buzzed the front bell to, there was beneath the crate that held the husky pup a large bag of puppy food. Beside them were the other things she had purchased before taking Geo to Derek's. That night he had been kind of on the trusting side where she was concerned. Now? Well Manhattan wasn't all that sure how her presence at the house would be taken. Hell, for all she knew the kid wouldn't even come to the door. He very well could have his biotch of a sister answer if she was home.

Geo was one of the only ones awake; Helen tended to sleep until late on the weekends she had off. He rolled to his feet from his sprawl on the couch, muting the cartoon he'd only been half watching as he pulled on the duster flung over the doorknob. Their house didn't have a peephole in the door, so one hand lingered near the new knife pocket as he pulled the door open -

And was greeted with a bizarre wave of deja vu at the damp sidewalk, the puppy and the scent. The scent currently ingrained in his brain with the clear label of threat.

His first instinct was to slam the door.

Who: Manhattan and Geo
Where Marek's House
When Evening - Around 6:30ish

The rain still pattered lightly on the pavement ahead of her, headlights cutting through the blanket of darkness covering the town as Manhattan drove through the streets of town toward the house she had found out George lived in. With his biotch of a sister. Manhattan felt the corners of her mouth tighten as the thought of Helen crossed briefly through her mind. Fuckin woman would ruin plans for the night if the hunter found she was on the premises.

Cutting around one final corner, Manhattan finally pulled her truck to a stop along side the curb. The blonde had finally made it to her destination. "Come on, little guy." She said softly while unhitching the gate of the carrier on the passenger side seat. Once it was open Manhattan reached in to ease out a small ball of fur, well small in comparison to the size of a normal, two month old husky. This one had been the runt of the litter, and needless to say being part of a sled team would never be in his future. Once she had the pup settled on her lap Manhattan grabbed the handle of the carrier to haul it off the seat and toss it into the back, the hunter then exited the vehicle tucking the pup under her leather jacket to prevent the creature from getting wet.

Who: Manhattan and Geo
Where: Outside Mya's and then the streets of Marquette
When: Morning

Manhattan left Mya's Diner after having a bit of a chat, and a cup of coffee, with Domino. She did consider the boy a bit young for her friend, but hey, it was Brian's life. He was old enough and wise enough to make decisions on his own. Who knew, maybe the May/September thing they had going would be a lasting one.

Fishing car keys out from her pocket Manhattan started the short walk to her truck only to pull up short when a casual glance across the street got her instant, and undivided, attention. Looked like things were going to be a little bit easier for the hunter in her quest to get a better idea of just where her current target lived. Well, that was if she'd be able to tail him without detection.

With Sammy at school, Geo had no reason to stay at Helen's house all morning. All she had for breakfast was oatmeal and some weird dried fish junk that Marek liked. Disgusting, and not at all what he wanted. He'd wound up at the nearest convenience store - again, but at least they were getting to know him, didn't look at the patch funny anymore. He sipped at the steaming Styrofoam cup of decaf as he trudged back down the sidewalk, back towards Helen's house and the pile of apartment listings on the couch.

The faster he could be out of that house, the better.

Who: Manhattan and Geo
When: 3pm
Where: The streets near the Marsh's house

Well. That had been silly.

Geo walked down the sidewalk, hands shoved into his pockets. Why didn't you think of that? He'd wanted to talk to Peyton, needed to get out of the house - the two had combined to him wandering over here....