"How sure?" She drawls automatically, before she's even had the chance to properly process the question.
She turns, a tilted smile as her hand adds another number to the series of them she's writing on the wall. Above it 'Call Mordecai for a good time' is scrawled.
"Mr Spangler." There's just a hint of sarcasm in the greeting, after all, they both know the other was lying about practically everything.
"Only to the kind of lady who bothers with skirts and airs." She makes certain it's obvious she isn't that lady, just in case the rough weave combat pants don't give it away.
She holds the pen out to him questioningly, taking another swig from the bottle of half-drunk alcohol. Time for another game. Maybe if he draws something she'll know whether he's an artist or not.
At some point in Jacob's stalking, there is a tall, broad-shouldered young man who smells vaguely wolfish and is peering at him with one eyebrow crooked down.
Mildly: "You seem agitated."
Teddy had only been out in the forest to get some exercise. He hadn't been expecting to encounter anybody.
Jacob's nostrils twitch, once, twice; he forces his shoulders to relax, shrugging lightly.
"I am." There's the same calm, easy demeanor he's always carried with strangers - the friendly guy - but underneath there's a tension he can never quite seem to shake. The wolf never leaves anymore.
The werewolf catches the bottle, still a tad suspicious, but takes a swig anyway. It's thirsty work being everyone's punching bag, never being able to please anyone. Heck, he's never even made a friend of the reservation his whole life before Bella. Got to bite the bullet on conversing with human, non-native guys at some point.
[ooc: I've been positively itching to play with several of your characters, so naturally I can't decide who to tag. Do you have any preference for a poetry lover and schoolteacher turned outlaw and cowgirl, who happens to adore several members of the Cullen clan?]
[I have no preference, whoever you think'd be fun! I should be able to get back around to tagging later tonight. Stupid timezones and unexpected visits. :)]
Kate's rather sure she's never seen a body so bothered by reading a book before. Which is saying something, coming from a former schoolteacher who wasn't above making the difficult boys stay after hours to complete their studies.
She's at a table not far from Aeryn's, poring over a map of 19th century Texas. Stalking the door, anticipating it to open its maw and suck her out, she's been keeping nearby like a jittery animal: not wanting to tip off its prey, while not wanting to get too far off.
"Ain't that good news?" she finally ventures, tipping her chin toward the book cover.
Aeryn's head rose sharply. She sought out the direction of the voice instantly - skills honed from years of combat. In Milliways, her guard was never up as high and when she saw it was only a woman she relaxed to a certain degree.
"Not the way humans do it."
One hand smoothed against her tank-top covered stomach, as smooth and flat as it ever was. She had no idea what to expect, once the pregnancy was activated, hence the reading.
No matter how often that question was asked it never ceased to bring a hint of annoyance to her long buried Sebacean ideals. She was in love with a human. There were human cells inside her waiting to grow in to a half-human baby. The Peacekeepers did nothing well if not instil their lessons, she couldn't help feeling a little irritated.
"Hardly. I'm Sebacean."
Beat.
"I've been told we're...similar." Sometimes she thought humans had a better idea of compassion, when they weren't slaughtering each other in masses.
"I think you're supposed to use that thing to play music, not just imagine it." He's approached from her left, two drinks in hand. "But maybe that's just me."
Ichigo's jacket is noticeably less spiky than Kaye's but he likes to think it stylish nonetheless. It may not carry the same air of mystery that his Shinigami robes are known for, but jeans and a leather jacket aren't so bad.
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So knocks at the stall door, "I'm sure there are more comfortable places to drink."
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She turns, a tilted smile as her hand adds another number to the series of them she's writing on the wall. Above it 'Call Mordecai for a good time' is scrawled.
"Mr Spangler." There's just a hint of sarcasm in the greeting, after all, they both know the other was lying about practically everything.
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He returns the greeting with a bland voice and a smirk. Sometimes its more fun to be uncomfortable if there's the rush of almost being caught.
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She holds the pen out to him questioningly, taking another swig from the bottle of half-drunk alcohol. Time for another game. Maybe if he draws something she'll know whether he's an artist or not.
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Mildly: "You seem agitated."
Teddy had only been out in the forest to get some exercise. He hadn't been expecting to encounter anybody.
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"I am." There's the same calm, easy demeanor he's always carried with strangers - the friendly guy - but underneath there's a tension he can never quite seem to shake. The wolf never leaves anymore.
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Beat.
"In case you're thirsty from all that pacing."
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"Thanks. You working out?"
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She's at a table not far from Aeryn's, poring over a map of 19th century Texas. Stalking the door, anticipating it to open its maw and suck her out, she's been keeping nearby like a jittery animal: not wanting to tip off its prey, while not wanting to get too far off.
"Ain't that good news?" she finally ventures, tipping her chin toward the book cover.
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"Not the way humans do it."
One hand smoothed against her tank-top covered stomach, as smooth and flat as it ever was. She had no idea what to expect, once the pregnancy was activated, hence the reading.
She glanced at the book again, mouth a firm line.
"This can't be accurate."
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Blue eyes widen with a touch of surprise.
"Human, that is."
She'll break the news of whether or not the book is accurate later.
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"Hardly. I'm Sebacean."
Beat.
"I've been told we're...similar." Sometimes she thought humans had a better idea of compassion, when they weren't slaughtering each other in masses.
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Ichigo's jacket is noticeably less spiky than Kaye's but he likes to think it stylish nonetheless. It may not carry the same air of mystery that his Shinigami robes are known for, but jeans and a leather jacket aren't so bad.
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