I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark, living in a powderkeg and giving off sparks.

[hesourhostage]

In a Main Gauche sunroom, Andrew Wells is sitting upside down in a chair with his camera, rewatching old footage and snickering to himself. One of these days he's going to find some way to invest in a laptop and some video editing software and actually get this documentary off the ground

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[tryandmakemedie]

Noah's been holed up in his rooms ever since the Penny Incident, trying to figure out what the hell happened and what do to next.

He knows what he wants to do next. Fuck laying low and not going on a hunt. Noah needs to kill. He needs to feel the buzz and the pleasure, oh god, he's been missing it for weeks.

So he's heading out of the Gauche, when he spies Missy. Well. Those are some interesting scars.

"War wounds?" he asks, coming up behind her, the slightly amused smirk plastered on his face. Hm. Perhaps the hunt could wait a few moments...

[technicallyiam]

Missy gives him a look that suggests she might be contemplating eating his face. Pissy Missy is pissy. She relaxes a bit, however, because this is a demon and a cute one at that, and she doesn't attack demons if she can help it.

"I wish," she drops the cigarette to the ground and snuffs it out with a satisfying crunch underneath her boot. "War wounds are a lot less humiliating."

She doesn't mind admitting that she was shot by an angel- a guardian angel at that. What she won't admit is that she was whacked on the nose by a midget.

[tryandmakemedie]

Noah's eyebrow shoots up. "Do tell," he says, his voice rumbly in his throat. "I'm looking for... something to do." The way he says it more than implies that he's willing to go after whoever shot her and, well... decimate them.

He's a little violent like that.

[technicallyiam]

Oh, she knows that tone, and she grins a little bit. "You're cute, but I work alone." Or with Logan, but Logan's special. "Although, if you really want something to do, I've been thinking what I need is a little change of scenery."

She walks a little closer to him. "The Main Gauche was a nice place, but it's not nearly violent enough for my tastes, if you catch my drift."

Well, she's good at getting a good standing in with a new employer. Maybe if she does join this little 'Organization,' she can bring some friends along and get a few more benefits. It's like an 'invite a friend' package for killers.

[tryandmakemedie]

"Fair enough," he says.

The mention of something new, something... tastefully violent catches his interest. "Oh, I agree completely," he says, grinning until he's almost baring his teeth. "It's a little too tame, even for a temporary place."

He'd do anything to be able to hunt, to kill where he wanted without a second thought. Also, to get away from the place that gave him his first real taste of fear. That would be nice as well.

[technicallyiam]

Missy takes another step, practically close enough enough to touch, and she demonstrates exactly how close she is by walking her fingers across his chest. Who the fuck cares if she just met him? They live in the same complex, don't they?

"I met this vampire here a month or so ago who was interested in some new blood for some organization. I could talk him into possibly getting a spot for you... Well, provided that my dear friend Logan doesn't object to the idea. The two of us, we've been apart for so long, it just seems like a crime to be separated, but I'm thinking maybe the three of us could find employment to our liking."

Her voice keeps going up and down in octave, changing from an innocent lilt to a sultry purr to a dangerous growl.

Forward? Missy? Noooo.

[tryandmakemedie]

Noah's eyebrow goes up even further as she touches him. Hm. Interesting.

"Logan?" he asks. That's a familiar name- one of two he actually knows. "Would that be Ms. Logan Scott?" At the mention of employment, he grins, his white teeth filling his mouth. "I like the idea of employment," he says, in an almost growling purr himself. "And to be in such company as yourself and Ms. Scott... I'd be honored." The emphasis on 'honored' somehow manages to convey the sex, blood and murder that Noah's all about. The narration has no idea how- he's just that good.

[technicallyiam]

"You know Logan?" There's a hint of a pout in her voice, like she's not sure what she thinks of that, but she thinks he's a nice guy.

"I bet you would be," she grins, quite enamored with everything she can hear in his tone, stepping back to preen a bit. "I'll get in touch the vamp then."

She also should mention this to Logan, but she can do that when she gets back in.

"Name's Missy, by the way. Missy Ashford."

[tryandmakemedie]

"I do," he says. "Not well, but I have met her before. When I first came here." Oh, he's not implying that he doesn't know her as much as he'd like to. Not at all. Stupid Noah and his stupid sex drive.

"Thank you very much," he says, grinning. "I await the news with great impatience."

The grin stretches even wider on his face. "Missy," he says breathily. "It's a beautiful name. Lovely to meet you, Ms. Ashford- or do you prefer Missy? It's such a lovely name, after all." He pauses. "I'm Noah, Noah Smith."

Oh Noah you suck up.