[RP] I get by with a little help from my friends (locked to Ford)

[deep_red_bells]

True to her word, Baileigh put on the shiny red lipstick and the snug jeans and left her hair down, for no other reason than that Ford had requested--probably  jokingly--that she 'look hot' for their hunting outing. She felt a teeny bit silly, but what was the harm? Any good Grace would suffer a little silliness for her favorite Will.

After explaining to Hank and Cain that she was going out with a friend in need of a pick-me-up, she waited out on the front porch steps and killed some time sharpening a few wooden stakes with a Bowie knife, unconcerned of how she probably looked to her neighbors, a twenty-something reasonably attractive girl spending her night kicked back on the porch whittling at sticks. Hardly the weirdest thing she'd ever done to get the neighbor's attention...no, that would be starting a small fire in her backyard to burn some clothing, an entire outfit that had been ruined when she'd run amiss of a very smelly demon.

She still mourned the loss of those shoes.

Hearing the crunch of gravel at the base of the driveway, Baileigh stuck the knife back down in her boot and got to her feet, dusted wood shavings off of her jeans as what she assumed was Ford's car pulled up to the house.

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[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

With a grin, Baileigh grabbed a wooden stake out of a backpack, twirled it in her hand and handed it to him. "Just make sure you hit the heart," she chirped, grabbing a well worn crucifix and motioning him closer so she could slip it around his neck. "I got a few ampules of holy water, too, you might want to stick a few in your pockets. Won't kill them, but they'll damn sure make them let you go!"

[and-twosyllable.livejournal.com]

Ford was impressed with the twirl but wasn't about to attempt something like that, himself. "Right, the heart," he said, bringing the stake to Baileigh's chest. "Not next to the heart or above the heart," he added as a joke, moving the stake.

He took a step closer leaning down allowing Baileigh to slip it around his neck. "Is the holy water in your pocket or are you just happy to see me," he asked - also joking. Maybe he was in a better mood.

Or at least a less serious one.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

"Good boy," she replied approvingly, adjusting the leather cord to fit his neck comfortably and laughing at his joke. "Cute. Very cute. We'll get the rest of the stuff out when we get there. I wasn't sure how much we could handle, so I was thinking graveyard patrol. Get the newly risen before they can do any damage. It's not as fun as taking out a nest, but it's a pretty good way to blow off some steam. What do you think?" She smiled and stepped back, closing the back door of the Jeep. "Sound good?"

[and-twosyllable.livejournal.com]

What did he think? He didn't know how adept he would be at wasting a vampire nest so he figured the graveyard patrol was the next best thing. Never mind, never actually encountering a vampire before. He figured he if worse came to worse telekinisis was something to be thankful for.

With that in mind he also took a step back, giving her one of his winning smiles. "Sounds great," he replied moving to the passenger side of the Jeep.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

"Great!" She walked around to the driver's side, dug her keys out of her pocket and climbed in. "You sure you're up for this?" she asked, glancing over at him curiously as she started the car. "I mean, I totally understand the need to blow off some steam, but I don't want to get you into something you might not really be up for handling."

[and-twosyllable.livejournal.com]

Ford looked over to Bea as a half-smile formed. "I can handle it," he said. "I mean, when in doubt I have a stake," he said. "And telekinisis," he added, looking away from her. "And maybe a little bit of martial arts..." He held up his hand, holding two fingers together to indicate the "little bit."

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

"Three very good things to have!" she quipped with a grin, glancing over her shoulder as she backed the Jeep out of the driveway. "Feel free to search the radio stations--we need good 'grrr' vampire hunting music. Of course, now that I've said that, all you'll be able to find is Enya or something."

[and-twosyllable.livejournal.com]

Ford didn't waste any time fiddling with the radio stations. Pretty soon he came to The Sex Pistols' "London Calling" and he couldn't help but let go of the dial and sit back. He held back a grin, not even telling her why he made the decision - he just liked the sound. And maybe he started to rock out to it.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Baileigh burst into giggles and nodded in approval: at least it wasn't Enya. "You start headbanging, I might have to mock you, mercilessly," she grinned, turning left out of the driveway.

[and-twosyllable.livejournal.com]

It was definitely the antithesis of Enya. "Good thing I wasn't born -- well, I was, but I was a baby so I didn't develop a head-banging preference," he said, bouncing his head to the music - not banging.

London calling... he sung out.