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WHO: Laura Kinney and OPEN
WHERE: Random rooftops and alleyways in unpleasant parts of the city
WHEN: Different nights this weekend.
WARNINGS: Violence, probably!
SUMMARY: Laura is out tracking some drug dealers and runs into people! Specifically Dakan, but anyone else can start a thread too, just let me know when. Laura will either be out patrolling, sitting on a roof somewhere watching drug dealers, wandering around during the day, or...well, I can roll with anyone.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever.

Laura was perched on the edge of the rooftop overlooking the alleyway, her black clothing and dark hair shadowing her from view in the shadow of an old chimney. She was listening to a pair of drug dealers down below talking about meaningless things, the words weren't important really, just the tone of their voices, their smell, their heart rates, clues of what they were doing next. They'd been working for an hour now, and Laura was just considering the right moment to strike.

She always waited it out like this, since she tended to take their 'profits' to keep herself in house and home, and there wasn't any point in getting drug dealers without any money arrested. Well, there was the 'getting them off the streets' aspect, but they'd just be replaced by more drug dealers, which defeated the purpose, really.

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Laura's eyes narrowed as Tom bounded away, but she followed after a second, dropping down to the ground and hitting the other man as he stood staring in shock at what was happening. A kick to the head had him sprawling senseless on the ground...

And then Laura realized what Tom was doing, exactly. She was not going to let him kill the man. She jumped over and grabbed at his shoulder, pulling him away. "Stop it."

And Tom would have killed him, had Laura not been there. It wasn't like he was trying to kill the dealer, but he also didn't really care either way right now. He just reveled in the feeling of blood on his hands. Besides, it was a lowlife drug-dealing punk. Why should he care about him?

When Laura pulled him off the guy, Tom snarled and turned on the ball of his foot, taking a swipe at her.

Laura hissed in surprise as that swipe caught her arm as she instinctively tried to block and came up too slow, tearing gashes in the skin. She lashed out in return, automatic, a flat-handed punch that was more of a push, to shove Tom away from her and the man he seemed intent on tearing apart.

"Tom, control yourself!"

The scent of blood in the air, specifically Laura's blood, did little to calm him down, but it did give him a moment of clarity that he desperately needed right now. He didn't want to lash out, especially at her, and he didn't think that he'd have actually hit her and hurt her... Not that he really could do the latter, but he didn't think about it in those terms. He didn't want to hurt her. Period.

He shakes his head and moves back to her, looking concerned even as she begins to heal. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you. It just happened before I knew it."

Laura didn't approach him for a moment, her eyes slightly narrowed as she glanced towards the man he had been mauling, just making sure he didn't look like he was going to bleed to death. And then she was focusing on Tom. She knew that feeling, that bloodlust, that need to attack something. And she knew how horrible it would be to lose control. She could see it in his eyes, even.

She approached him carefully, not really expecting him to lash out again but it never hurt to be prepared. Her arm was healing quickly, by the time she was close it had sealed over and the last traces of the injury were fading. "It's fine." She said, her voice quiet. "But you need to get control of yourself. Other people do not heal the way I do. You could kill someone."

The feeling still hadn't passed, it was far from gone, but Tom was at least still mostly in control, so he wasn't going to attack her again.

He's relieved that the cuts healed quickly, but when she speaks to him, he just tilts his head to the side, looking at her almost in a confused, childlike way. "But I don't care about them."

"You have to," Laura approached carefully, keeping her arms in front of her, hands flat, trying to look...unassuming. Non-threatening. "You are not a murderer. You do not want to be." She kept her voice level, even.

"If you need to attack someone, if you can't help it, attack me." It made sense to her, at least. She could defend herself, and any injuries he inflicted would disappear after a short while.

Tom growled a little, but turned away from her. "I'm not going to attack you, Laura. You're not someone that I want to fight... And not just because I know you're stronger. It's not that at all."

But he couldn't say that he was calm enough for that to apply to everyone now. He was tense, but he wasn't going to just fught someone he didn't want to.

He finally turns back and goes over to the man he'd previously mauled, digging through his pockets and pulling out the money before handing it to Laura. "I can find more."

She stared at the money for a few seconds before she reached out and took it, crumpling it up between her fingers. She had no idea how to get Tom off the street right then, short of knocking him out and trying to drag him, and she knew that wouldn't fix whatever was wrong.

"If we find more you may accidentally kill someone."

Tom sighs, but it comes out more as a growl. It's not that he's angry or thinks that she's wrong. In fact, he knows that she's absolutely right. He's just frustrated and that meant just about everything he says has a feral tone to it.

"I won't kill them," He says quickly, almost childlike in nature. "What if I just maim them a little?"

Laura frowned. "No." She couldn't talk much about that, she maim people when necessary...usually fingers or hands, really. But she somehow doubted that wasn't what Tom meant.

"You are barely able to control yourself. You are going to do something you will regret."