<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/7cc6515f8d17fc1cb91b2e43b7b4093c/tumblr_n5pqebX4el1qmihojo5_1280.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name:</strong></div></td><td> Sean Pierce  </td><td></td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Location:</strong></div></td><td>Los Angeles- Down town</td><td></td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Time:</strong></div></td><td>Day 001, Morning</td><td></td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Tagging:</strong></div></td><td>N/A</td><td></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Blearily and with much regret and groaning, Sean  slowly rejoined the world of the living. He stretched out in the warm comfortable bed which, he quickly realised, was not his own but he was used to waking up in stranger's beds and didn't let it stop him from getting comfortable. The glanced around the room trying to make sense of where he was and why he had a headache, which again wasn't unusual either. He saw his duffel bag in the corner, the male and female clothes scattered around the room and the blonde lying face down beside him and slowly but surely the memories from the night before began to come back to him. He'd arrived in L.A in the previous night and rather than find a hotel he had just hit the bars with the intention of finding someone to take him home. Sitting up, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, quickly stretching his arms out and leaning back to loosen up his muscles, not caring about his nakedness or who might see it. He casually strolled over to the bathroom of the still sleeping girl, picking up his leather jacket from the floor as he went. Eyes still half closed he fumbles at the wall for the light switch, finding the hanging rope he pulls it and immediately shuts his eyes as the yellowish light assaults his eyes. "Fuck sake!" He grumbles, squinting at the room, trying to let his eyes adjust to the light. Fucking mornings. As his eyes adjusted he moved over to the counter dropping his jacket down upon it before turning his attention to the mirror mounted on the wall. He started at his reflection doing his typical morning routine of checking his body for any clues of what happened the night before. He brought a hand up to dab at the red, inflamed skin at the corner of his eye, maybe the headache wasn't just from the drinking? Bits and pieces where starting to filter through as the headache receded,the enhanced healing alone more than made up for all the shit he got for being a scion. He remembered arriving in the bar, being a bit loud and somewhat abrasive but after a long flight of being stuck sitting in a seat he had a little pent up energy to get rid of. He couldn't remember what started the fight, he wanted to say the other guy but...well  that'd be pretty optimistic. He vaguely remembered something about knocking some bouncer flat on their back and hurrying out of there? That's right, the bounder had been trying to hold him down while the barman called the police, he'd debated letting them just for a place to stay but decided he'd take his chances. He'd met the blonde out of the street, she was a little tipsy and with his looks and the accent it hadn't taken much to convince her to take him home with her, heh he was loving the effect the accent had here. He moved his attention down from his face to glance at his body turning it to one side and glancing over his shoulder to see his back in the mirror. His back was covered in shallow red claw marks going in all different directions. He couldn't help but grin as the sight which unlocked a little more of the mystery of last night. Yea she'd definitely liked the accent. He turned back around and splashed some water in his face. Well last night had been fun but it was time to work. He grabbed a nearby towel to dab at his face before reaching into the pocket of his jacket and pulling out the small obsidian stone given to him by his mother.<br/><br/>"Thoghairm mé dhuit" he muttered  stroking a thumb over the etched symbol and eyes closed, waiting a few moments before glancing around the room and  adding, "Get your ass over here Casper."<br/><br/>"That is NOT my name," muttered a commanding feminine voice. Sean quickly glanced over to source of the voice where he could just about make out the dark ethereal creature like the ghosts you'd always see in T.V shows but instead of being a bright translucent white this was the colour of shadows. Her appearance was difficult to make out but what he could see was a strong, curvaceous and altogether beautiful figure of a woman, even with the scowl currently plastered across her features.<br/><br/>"Yea, yea, whatever, what have you got for me?" Replied Sean, his gaze travelling up and down her form, drinking it in appreciatively and without shame, giving her a slightly hungry she made a point of not returning or acknowledging. That stung.<br/><br/>"You where supposed to go searching for information as well, Son of Morrigan, my role is only to guide you I am not some slave to do your bidding while you run around engaging it acts of pointless violence against sub par opponents and indulging yourself in easily pleased, air headed whores." She said putting emphasis on the words 'easily pleased' and giving his naked body a quick once over before fixing him with a look that said quite clearly, 'I'm unimpressed'. Okay now that really stung.<br/><br/>"I talked to the ravens," he replied with a scowl, quickly crossing his arms over his chest defensively.<br/><br/>"No you talked to one crow and then went to a bar, are you sure you read the sticks right?" Replied immediately.<br/><br/>"For the last fucking time, yes and they said L.A. Just..." Sean paused bring a hand up to pinch his brow and close his eyes in frustration, "Just go see what you can find out, alight?" He glanced up to see his Slaugh guide give him one last disapproving glare before fading from view. He glanced around the room, making sure she was gone before hoping into the shower, unfortunately the only shower gel there left him smelling like Jasmine but beggars can't be choosers. He towelled off and got dressed, sparing a glance over at the bed debating going for round two before deciding against it. He needed to find out why he was supposed to be in L.A. Once dressed he quickly picked up his duffel bag and carefully shut the door so as not to wake the sleeping girl, time to find out just where the hell in L.A. he wound up.<br/>