"Every man deserves to look in the mirror, and love his reflection a little".

[jd_watson]

The swish of cotton, the clasp of an expensive cuff link, all this is seamlessly accompanied by the haunting lull of a cello, and it's symphony from the scratch of a lovingly attended megaphone

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[changerofworlds]

Dana has opted for an evening out. There is a touring performance of alternative classics at the Theater which has received rave reviews and has piqued her interest. This evening is the gala opening of the performance in the city and the crowd is dressed to the nines.

Well, mostly.

there are a few individuals who have chosen a more alternative style, but even there the clothing is well tailored. Shabby-Chic.

She's wearing an off the shoulder gown in smokey grey and black which sets off her hair. She looks and feels powerful and intends to have a relaxing evening. Tomorrow, she'll look into some interesting questions, but this evening she's allowing herself to enjoy.

[jd_watson]

James winks a goodbye to the pretty little ticket holder, and walks into the theater, his head held high and an air of charm surrounding him. With each step he draws the eyes of his fellow patrons, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't relish every second. He knows he looks good, and according to a few allies like a regular Debonair Bond.

[changerofworlds]

Dana catches the familiar swagger out of the corner of her eye and stops cold. He's as alluring as she remembers him being. Her stomach clenches as she remembers that he wronged her.

[jd_watson]

James stops at the refreshment stand, where a group of prominent locals, and one of his many god-children are standing.
He greets them, and laughs the atmosphere automatically changing to accommodate his cheerful outlook.

"Are you ready to play tonight son?" He slaps the boy on the back in a congratulatory manner, when he nods and thanks his uncle for attending his first show.

[changerofworlds]

He jovially greets some of the local talent. The attraction wars with the burning hate. She masters both and shoves them aside as her doctors told her to do.

She schools her features and sweeps in towards the stairs. She has box seats and she will not let James Watson ruin her planned evening.

[jd_watson]

A shudder crosses over James shoulders, he blames it on the cold but keeps his eyes peeled and heads into the arena.

[changerofworlds]

Dana settles into her box and nods pleasantly at the others who share it.

[jd_watson]

Throughout the entire show James feels as though he should be on the edge of his seat, and not for the music, even though it is grand.

As the curtains close, he claps jsut as everyone else does, but makes for a quick exit as soon as he finds his God-child to give him his congratulations.

[changerofworlds]

Dana goes for a quick exit. She is in no mood to run into James this evening. Luck isn't with her. She comes down one set of steps just in time to see him descend another, looking the part of the perfect gentlemen. She burns. He was someone she trusted and he'd abused that trust. He was led astray and tried to lead her along that same path, and for that she both hates and pities him.

[jd_watson]

James stops cold when he raises his head from the cuffs of his sleeve. That face is burned into his skull, from the pursed judgmental lips that once held such a kind smile, to the wrongfully accusing eyes. She hated him for attempting to save abnormals, his own kind.
She berated him for not hunting down that succubus-like empath and breaking it's neck with his bare hands, because no matter how much he wanted to he had tried to tell her that it would be impossible.

[changerofworlds]

Her eyes lock with his and damn him, she still loves him even after everything.

It's truly a shame she'll have to destroy him.

Dana sweeps down the steps, heading for the exit.

[jd_watson]

James squares his shoulders, and stands to his full height.
"Dana Alice Whitcomb."
He tone demands attention, it is seasoned by the raising of many students, god-children and adults alike. It would make even the most seasoned hunter think twice before crossing him.

[changerofworlds]

Dana stops then slowly turns around. She doesn't have to stop but she wants him to see the fury in her eyes.

"James." Her voice is even.

[jd_watson]

James wishes against hope that he was surprised by the burning hatred in her every muscle. She doesn't realize that he catches the tightening of her hand, or the light twitch of her jaw.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

[changerofworlds]

"Parts," she says. her eyes flick around, looking for any of Helen's toadies.

[jd_watson]

"I'll have you know that I am more then capable of taking care of myself, and have little to no need for one of Helen's shadows Dana." She was always horrid at hiding her suspicions.