The moment Magenta entered the front door of her house she was berated by her familiar, through loud hisses and violent meows. “What is it Jinx?” She questioned, knowing fully well that her familiar lacked the ability to respond.
Her siamese was insistent. Pawing and scratching at her dress in an attempt to steal her attention from the mail she’d been sifting through. Usually Magenta would ignore when her familiar acted up because most times it was in response to a mouse or an insect that was encroaching on her territory but with what was happening in Stone Coast she decided she wasn’t going to take any chances.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” She followed as her cat made a dash for the back door before beelining to the old tool shed that slouched in the corner of her backyard. It had been so neglected that vines had almost swallowed it whole.
It took some fiddling with the doorknob before she could push her way in and some toying with the switch before the lights flickered on, fully illuminating the dampened room. Catching a glimpse of blonde hair, her instinct to protect herself had forgone any opportunity for giving anyone the ‘benefit of the doubt.’ With a swift motion of her hands she had the intruder, that was seeking refuge in her toolshed, pinned against the back wall. “Who are you and how did you get in here?” @rouges-j
he liked the place, he’d decided that pretty early on, firstly it was ( fairly roomy ) for a shed, and was certainly nicer built than the apartment he’d rented a few towns over before he’d found this one. and secondly, the rent was free. he’d never managed to catch the owner of the house home -------- didn’t know who or what she was, though based on the sent he’d figured out the gender. but still, it made it an adequate enough place to sleep. which is how he’d found himself that particular afternoon, curled up as best he could and asleep on the floor of the place he’d called shelter for the past two or so days ( he sometimes couldn’t keep track ). sometimes he purposely tried not to. either way, the last thing the wolf had expected was to be asleep enough to have someone yank him up and press him ( rather harshly ) against the wall yelling questions at him.
to be entirely fair they likely were not yelling, he was just still asleep when they’d asked them and it’d just sounded like ringing in his ears. but he had a fairly good idea of who it was based on the voice. the owner of the shed had found him. this was going to end one of two ways, there was going to be a shotgun pressed to his head or he was going to be asked to leave. honestly, jensen preferred the latter. the wolf shook his head a little, trying to gain a little more consciousness, as well as avoiding having to answer the question right away, “ the standard bolt lock isn’t exactly a good way to keep a shed safe i just pulled it open. ” came the comment as he tried to contain both his accent and sarcasm that often dripped out when he was sleepy.
taking the initiative he continued, “ didn’ mean t’ cause a scare ma’am was just tryn’a find a place to sleep to protect me from the cold wind. didn’t mean no harm. ”
