what have you done now&& [OPEN]

[jason whitechester --]

OOC}} XD It's not the best. Oh, Clicky

The smell of humans, cars, and coffee saturated Jase's world as he slunk around the alley and rejoined the main street, an eclectic [and not entirely unappealing] mixture, a montage, of so many differing scents. Somehow everything just came together at once and yet kept track of it's own individual self in a way that had for the past 50 plus years confused the vampire. From where Jason Whitechester was situated, a slightly unpleasant back alley lined with trash cans and beer bottles - the few motes of powdered glass catching the fading rays of very faint sunlight [faint as in, enough to give his skin a faint luminosity, but dark enough that he just looked albino.] and glimmering dully, like they weren't expecting anything to actually come of their feeble attempts to shine. Briefly, Jase cast his dull burgundy eyes over them - with something coming pretty close to pity in his eyes. What was the point? I mean, even he - a vampire shone [even if it was just a reaction] and yet, a few jewelled pieces of glass had just decided not to. One perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched slightly, revealing the subtle differences of colour in his eyes. The dull crimson flared to a bright crimson around the abyssal pupils, reflecting the shadow of his long eyelashes and a shadowy view of his surroundings.

Jase stepped on the glass.

With a very subtle crunch not dissimilar to when a human steps on a cockroach, the glass decided that structural integrity was not really in it's best interests right now and bent down on itself, humbling itself to it's own inner, jewel-bright kingdoms. To Jase, it felt like stepping on.. well, nothing. The sharp edges that would have had a human gritting their teeth and dusting off their foot had Jase continue walking like nothing had happened. The faint rustle of his three-quarter black trench coat over his black polo T-shirt had faded into a kind of mildly irksome background noise now, a gently swishing like the fins of a fish as they flicker over the scales. Actually, Jase was thirsty. he could feel the venom gathering at the back of his throat with each influx of air - and unlike some vampires, he didn't particularly dread the fear in a human's eyes as he bent over them. He could amplify it, fear, concern, anxiety.. they all became like an extra sense, an extra set of eyes that he could sense and manipulate. It was like running on water - it flickered and wasn't the steadiest, but he could multiply it and divide it and amplify and add and subtract and it was his. If it was scared, it was his. Oh, the chicks didn't seem to mind when he approached - until his teeth cut through their skin - but the guys were always like 'NO WAYY.'. Oh, then they died.

Whatever. Wasn't too bothered.

Jase's path intersected with a main street - the scents becoming more intense then, and a few leapt out at him - his gaze darting between people, matching scents to faces. Caramel, strawberry - Jason ran a hand through his spiky hair as he studied them - and there was the one he was after. A woman in her mid twenties, appearing about his age - turned to the alley he'd just been walknig down, pulling car keys out of her bag. Jase could hear her cursing under her breath, as he slowly turned around and meandered back through the crowd, twisting lithely to avoid the humans whose uncomfortably warm skin [he'd forgotten how warm they were] brushed over his snowy, icy skin. She was headed towards a silver BMW, parked behind a mesh gate. Jase hung back slightly, padding after her slowly while using his thumb and forefinger to sharpen the creases of his sharp lapels. She was leaning over to open the door now, and Jase took his chance - springing forwards, he pulled her down to the ground by her shoulder blades, snapping her neck with a crack that only he could hear. His eyelids lowered slightly as he inhaled, pulling her up to his lips as he drained her of what had only moments ago been keeping her alive.

When she lay, pale and lifeless, cradled in his snowy, muscular arms, Jase stood up - manipulating her hands so that she opened the car door, before dropping her inside and wiping the last traces of blood from her neck, and his lips. Glancing over the rest of the car park with eyes that were now a bright ruby red, Jason ducked back out into the street.

Mm. Dinner. And, the humans wouldn't know what he was - he'd taken the liberty of stealing her blue contacts to make his eyes a very dark blue, borderline purple.

[Kate Kazakova]

Seattle. Yes, it was a bit of a trek from little ol' Forks, Washington, but Kate was still on the hunt for a better wardrobe than that of the one she had for such a while back in Denali. Sue her, she was a bit vain in that way. Shouldn't all females have a certain sense of keeping themselves nice? Kate liked to look good. Always. This wasn't to say she was any sort of girly-girl, however. That definitely wasn't the case with Miss Kazakova. She preferred to think of herself as a the happy medium between pretty, pretty princess and rough-and-tumble tom boy.

The Cullens were ever-so hospitable to her; they'd lent her a car again to get her to Seattle in a more human manner. Certainly, running would have been a far faster mode of transportation, but Kate liked being able to blend in.. even in the slightest of ways. Being a sparkly, eye-catching vampire of over one thousand years often made one prefer to go unnoticed. Kate pulled off the main drag to follow onto a few back roads that she knew led to parking lots. She figured she would park and then walk the mall and surrounding shops to find some adorable additions to her wardrobe.

Her windows were down as she pulled into the lot, and she picked up the scent of another vampire in the vicinity near immediately. She pursed her lips, finding a parking spot. She sighed unnecessarily, parking and putting up the windows before climbing out of the car. She glanced in the direction of the vampire's smell, not recognizing it as someone she knew. She fidgeted with her top, adjusting it so that it showed enough cleavage without looking trashy. Also making sure it covered her midriff by meeting it with the top hem of her low-rise jeans. As she walked in the direction of the scent, her heels clicked one after another. She wasn't particularly dressed up, but she looked cute.

She slid her hands into her pockets, fingers touching her credit card and fake identification as she did so. Finally her golden eyes fell on the crimson vampire, just as he was placing the dead girl into her car. She quirked a brow. Oh, how nice of you, she mused to herself. She shook her head once, watching him dart back towards the main street. She followed after him calmly, now quite intrigued by him. He was handsome, despite his murderous manners with humans. Kate may have become a vegetarian within her coven, but she didn't turn down a pretty face just because they didn't have that particular thing in common.

She was only a few feet away from him, but still in the alley as she finally spoke to him. "Mighty nice of you to place her in her car like that.. certain it'll be easier on the eyes of whomever finds her."

[jason whitechester --]

The car park's scent was just wrong to Jason, discouraging. The scents twisted over and over one another like filthy magnets - they repelled, but everything except each other. The strange, artificial and to be quite honest, very unappealing scents of rubber, concrete and metal came together in an acrid oil picture of smells that twisted in his head until he had a rough and bad smelling idea of where he was. Mind you, it was just background noise when he could actually see it. Taking in a deep breath, his marble smooth lips feeling the soft rush, a malicious whisper, of air over them, Jason tested the air - the sweet, sugary scent of the cooling blood, mixing with the bitter smell of burning rubber. Humans! Jase thought with some degree of disgust, a sneer marring his perfected features. Dropping the unnaturally twisted human corpse, ashen pale in his snowy arms, disgustedly down into the black leather of the car's bucket seat - leather. The smell was nearly as revolting as the car park - for varying reasons, though. They used an animal, took it's life, and made it a status symbol. Exhaling slowly as she fell into the black embrace of the car, Jase's lips twisted into a sneer as he half turned - shutting the door as he did so. In his annoyance, the metal gave a little under his hand - moulding to the contours of his palms. It deserved it, anyway.

Humans.

See, humans lived solely on the death and pain of others. They took everything an animal everything strived for - what more does a creature like a rabbit have than it's life? And used them to make clothes, for crying out loud. Now, Jase understood that some death was needed to advance and maintain, but people still hunted - just so they could hang the fur up on their walls! So maybe it was just him there, but he found that to be needlessly sickening. Swallowing the venom [it felt like when you'd expected cold water but it was straight from the kettle, and it lingered and burnt] that raised into his mouth, twisting around his teeth in reaction to his annoyance, he angled his head slightly as a new scent made itself stand out from the ugly amalgam of his surroundings. It smelt sweeter than the others, like it was tempting but not to eat - just kind of there. It was obviously another vampire. Jase took his hands off the car door and turned his gaze slightly, their strange indigo hue [he'd stolen her contacts] already telling humans something was different. Was obvious enough to vampires, though. Willing his eyes to stop shifting to a slight dent in the quarter-sphere, he angled his head - much like a bird does - and studied the newcomer, the pair standing on the driveway that led to the main street.

For a while Jase considered her negative emotion spectrum - she wasn't really scared, and why bother scaring her right now anyway? Maybe if she was hostile. Her eyes, though.. they were unnatural. Instead of the usual burgundy or scarlet, maybe glowing if they'd just fed, they were a tawny golden colour - interesting. They were brighter around her pupils - but unlike his, she didn't look like a predator - they looked more like kind of doe eyes, prey eyes. Folding his arms over his chest, the black material of his three quarter coat rustling irritatingly over his icy chest, Jason studied her through the layer of contacts. She was wearing heels, low jeans, and a shirt that wasn't exactly cover all, but not really slutty, either. Pretty cute, but then, that was pure speculation. While she studied him Jason did nothing, no shift in his position at all - and then she spoke. Jason still said nothing while she did, appearing to show no remorse for his meal - and she seemed scornful. How? He survived and that was all. He wasn't a superhero; not even vampires could survive without sustenance. Running his left hand through his frankly quite awesome spiky brown hair, Jason waited until she'd finished before he spoke.

Sarcasm was his best friend.

The problem with people was they often took one glance at Jase and lifted an eyebrow - just another stupid muscle monkey. No - Jason was alarmingly intelligent. He'd quite happily stand there and lay a false friendship with you, only to turn and rip it away - all just a game. He was wanted to watch the world burn, sometimes - everyone did. "Well," he said - quite courteously, it appeared. The problem with Jase was that he'd become so reclusive, so withdrawn into his own emotions and mind, that it was difficult for others to distinguish between sarcasm and his normal. Well, they were almost one and the same, so.. but anyway. They were perfect mimicries of each other, normal emotion mirrored. "I'm sorry; I suppose it would have been much easier for me to kill her in a street full of onlookers." Arching one perfectly sculpted eyebrow, Jase half turned back to the car. "I could always put her back in the street, if you want - shall I?" There was a hard, challenging gleam in his eye - you didn't get along with Jase unless you proved you could tolerate his perpetual sarcasm, a mask of normality behind which leered a cold and serene intelligence.

[Kate Kazakova]

No, Kate wasn't frightened of him. Well, she could certainly see where she could be afraid. From his manner, she could tell he had been around for some time. This vampire had had the time to hone in his abilities, and if he had wanted to, could probably pull Kate apart. Well, perhaps he would be able if he could get past many electrical shocks from putting his hands on her whatsoever. But all in all, Kate wasn't looking to fight with him. She disliked killing humans herself, but she couldn't seriously hold it against others of her kind. Hell, those blasted Volturi members kill their own kind. Yes, she was still bitter about her mother... but I digress.

Now that he was facing her, Kate was able to take in his features. He was indeed a handsome man. Tall, dark.. the type of chiseled facial features that Kate would bend over backwards to be with in her early years. She met his gaze with her own, a playful smirk on her lips. Violet? Of all the colored contacts to take, he chose one that still looked unnatural. She let her eyes move down his form. Mm, nice and muscle-y. Kate almost laughed at herself, putting one hand to her forehead for a moment before looking back to his face. Keep it together, Kate. No drooling, either, she thought, quite amused with her reaction to the vampire. It had been a while since she was with someone. Refraining from killing humans made it that much more difficult to sleep with humans. Not that they were any fun, anyway. Kate had to be extremely careful and gentle the entire time. Boo that. She would much rather be able to use her full strength.

As the vampire replied to her comment, Kate's attention snapped back to reality again. She quirked an eyebrow as she listened, trying to feel him out. She was never a good read of people, that was certain. The smirk resurfaced at his sarcastic commentary, and she shrugged a shoulder. "Do what you will, I was just poking fun at you," she leaned back against the wall of the building, crossing her arms over her chest. "By the way, violet? Nice choice," she winked.

[jason whitechester --]

OOC}} Shortt >.< I'm sick, so blehh XD

Jase had to admit, it had been a while since he'd seen another vampire. They were far between, generally roaming between feeding grounds cities alone. Alone, anonymity, made it easier to hunt and live without being noticed for what they were - even for their abnormally pale skin, their icy cold temperatures, and, well, their bright scarlet eyes. But she was.. well, she was strangely intriguing, if for her golden prey-eyes. Saying nothing, Jason stared into their tawny depths like he was trying to read into them - he was generally good at getting a vague personality sketch from their eyes and body language, but she seemed totally at ease - something his ability to sense and amplify negative emotion backed up. There was nothing to run on - normally all the humans had some gnawing insecurities, some negativity tainting their day, but this - was like missing a step and your foot falls down on nothing. Having no negativity was.. strange, and Jase frowned ever so slightly - an infinitesimal lowering of his eyebrows, and yet his eyes never left her own. She didn't seem as out of place among humans as the rest of their kind - she moved through them like the brightest fish through water.

Hmm. Okay, he had to admit, she was very interesting.

Almost unconsciously Jase turned fully towards her, taking two steps closer - slowly, with unnatural grace that they usually worked hard to downplay, like they were dancing with no set rhythm, no music but the rush of the breeze that curled sinuously around them, murmuring hushed sentiments to them. She was smirking at him, and Jase used a database of her previous body language to see whether it was a challenge or just kind of.. there. It seemed to be teasing, and Jase mentally twitched irritably... hey. The random copper-eye was checking him out. Huh. He might irritate her about that later [mind you, he'd already looked her over - humans weren't so interesting, and afterwards they became dinner.], Hey, he was, after all, a heterosexual male - and it was like killing two birds with one stone in his strange and slightly malicious eyes. Oh well, he was what he was, and how could he change now? You couldn't live for 78 years and then overnight shift your entire bitter view on the universe, replace all those memories of pain and darkness with something all together better - for that would be to erase your self, to restart, reset and rewrite.

Because then, where did that leave you?

Folding his arms Jason watched her, she mirrored his actions - two moving in sync, more at home with their own species. She was teasing him.. that, at least, he could pretend to join in with. While he inwardly studied her smaller motions, the way she blinked - she must spend some time around humans, because her motions indicated remarkable similarities - he half-grinned. "Well, perhaps it's not the best idea. Some of us find blatant ignorance the best method of defence against sarcasm." Arching his eyebrows, he added with an irritated frown - since his father, he didn't take even playful teasing as lightly as he could: "Actually, i thought it might be easier than -". Cutting off he removed the contacts and lifted his eyes to her, their scarlet irises glowing like faint embers, struggling to ignite and burn, to smoke away everything you ever wanted, up in flames. "Than that, but considering their subconsciousness hunts for markers of same-ness, maybe unantural colours isn't such a bad thing."

[Kate Kazakova]

OOC: Oh, honey, I adore your definition of "short". lol. This post is fine, don't stress.

Kate couldn't honestly remember a time that she had ever had to live on her own. She was created into a coven, and that was where she remained for all of her thousand years so far. Outside of the Denali coven, she was also acquainted with many other vampires that she saw rather frequently. The idea of being left to her own devices was something Kate wasn't particularly interested in pursuing. She figured she was probably a major people-person before being changed. She almost needed a support system around her. And she very much longed for a mate like that of so many vampires she knew.

She tilted her head to one side as he moved closer to her and locked eyes with her. She couldn't help but give a toothy smile. "Are you looking for something in particular?" She raised one eyebrow as she posed the question, pulling her lips closed into a smirk once again. She wasn't a very negative person, on the whole. In fact, some could argue that she was a bit of an optimist. There were always times when Kate was blue, just like any other being. But that just didn't happen to be tonight.

Kate's mannerisms were very human-esque, but she didn't even notice that any more. She was so used to living in every day society that she had begun to act just like those who were once her meals. She didn't really have a problem with that, though. Probably because she didn't realize it about herself. She scuffed her shoe on the ground a little bit, watching him as he continued to study her. Was he really that intrigued by her? It almost made her giddy. At least she wasn't the only one checking the other out.

She rolled her eyes at his reply, reaching out one hand to pat his arm gently. "Oh, take a breath buddy. And play nice." She crossed her arms again, smiling at him. She couldn't understand his need to put such a damper on the teasing, playful mood. She watched him pull the contacts from his eyes, and was intrigued. "Hm, I always thought the red eye color was particularly bad ass," she mused aloud. "At times I miss it."

[jason whitechester --]

There were a few birds flitting overhead, their wings casting fleeting shadows over the cracked and uneven ground, through which a few sickly looking plants struggled to live, pushing their leafy green heads up through the toxic, smothering blanket. They had to adapt to the new, destructive human persona now, too - no more safe havens, hardly any places where they could survive without being set on fire, or cut down to make room for some hideous glass and concrete tower in which humans would shelter from the dark - the harmless dark, that brought only dark memories and insecurities - because it was a changing, breaking, sickening world. He could hear the rush of the sky over their downy-soft feathers, the gliding feeling as they slipped right through the sky like stones through water, but without the stunning ripples and bubbles trailing from their beaks - their heartbeats getting faster and faster as the sheer exhilaration of being so high above everything reached their tiny, animalistic minds. Such simple thought processes, nothing like his crystallised and dangerous self, where everything was a s sharp as broken glass, as sharp as cold champagne after a particularly bad hangover. Where every individual sight was new and glowing, stored in perfect detail, just a fragment of a crystal new reality where nothing got old. The problem was, sometimes things just should get old - to give the new a chance to emerge and flower.

But life wasn't that simple, or that kind, it seemed. Oh well.

Interacting with people hadn't usually been so hard for Jason, aprtially because he was a very good actor - actor or a lair, they were [despite what everyone said about acting being an art form] pretty much one and the same. It was easy for him to integrate with them, to gain their trust and mesh with them, before the final hunt, but usually only on his terms. being caught off guard left him floundering, in a cold and crystal clear fountain where everything was just laid out bare and then where could he hide? He just had to hang in the cold, with only the ripples from his shivers to hide himself. Yay, extended similes. Standing there flatly, hardly moving, only to breathe - and even that was unnecessary- as the blond female spoke, Jase studied her. She had full red lips and curls of blond hair that hung down gently to her shoulders, the very ends tickling her collar bones. She was shorter than him, maybe 5"6- or so, and as alabaster pale as he. She was slight, with her low rise jeans and her not-quite-slutty top, and Jase wondered briefly if that was some kind of hunting method. Oh well, whatever. he wasn't unduly bothered. Running his razor sharp teeth over his glass, marble-smooth red lips - darkened by the day's meal - Jase ran his right hand through his electrified-looking hair, spiking the dark strands up off his face. The motion served no real purpose, but it eased the tension that was starting to build in his chest.

And yet she seemed fine, and not bothered to be around him. He could deal with that..

'Are you looking for something in particular?' Oh,, there was a very open-ended line, Jase exhaled slowly, his gaze sliding slowly from the walls of the alley back to her, a slow smirk playing over his lips. "Well," he began, tilting his head to the left. "I have to say, I've always been a sucker for blonds." It was too hard to resist saying that - and if she got pissed off, whatever. He couldn't drown all of his personality now, could he?"And what about you?" She reached out and patted his arm and Jase stiffened briefly before he relaxed again, his smirk altering to a grin - maybe a little darker than was necessary, a little more malicious than most, but still closer to a smile than it had been before. "Well, we all know red is the colour that makes bad-ass people bad-ass.. A lot of the time they're just stealing red's automatic bad-ass-ness." He paused, frowning. "made sense when I thought it. Why are your eyes gold, if you like bad-ass so much?"

[Kate Kazakova]

"I have to say, I've always been a sucker for blonds." As Kate heard this comment, she couldn't help but smile in response. She bit her lip for a second, uncrossing her arms. She reached up and twirled a few strands of hair around one finger, never breaking eye contact from him. "Is that so?" She continued to fiddle with the piece of hair, leaning back comfortably against the alley wall.

She shrugged one shoulder, finally taking a moment to break eye contact, but only for a second. "I wasn't really looking for anything.. but that doesn't really mean I didn't find anything." She let the idea settle with him for a moment before she spoke again. "I'm Kate, by the way. Pardon my manners, usually I try to introduce myself firstly." She smiled at him, finally resuming her previous position and crossing her arms. Enough teasing him, Katie. Don't come on too strong. She could sense that he was finally beginning to relax with her. Kate was happy for this because she was entirely disinterested in making enemies with this handsome creature. Making friends with him was far more preferable in her mind.

She let out a laugh at his explanation of red being 'bad-ass'. She began to fiddle with the bottom hem of her shirt, watching him frown. "No, no, I understood your meaning." She smirked. "And to be honest, I believe the gold suits me better." She winked. "But really, I feed on animals. My conscience got too heavy for me to carry. But I certainly admire the blood red color in others."

[jason whitechester --]

OOC}} kay, this is bad, because it was half written and then added to and then finished, so my mood was like '-Changeychange-' and thus it shows. XD

Well, Jason mused quietly to himself as a sort of background lullaby, where his mind ran on variations of famous classical pieces to put him at ease - false senses of security, sprung from the inner reaches of his subconscious in an attempt to calm his reactions. Swallowing, the venom that welled unbidden behind his very rear, razor sharp teeth in response to the steady influx of air that brought with it the scents of so many humans that, even if he wasn't thirsty, his instincts demanded it occur. It had become comfortable enough - the venom searing at his throat had been damn near irresistible at first, and now it was as natural as breathing. Hell, he didn't give it a second thought any more - why should he? Swallowing, Jase briefly removed his scarlet eyes [which as creepy as they were, looked kind of awesome] from her own burnished copper ones, to stare at the cloudy sky - the clouds were darkening and the birds were fleeing the oncoming storm, fly, little bird, before the storm.As he looked down again his eyelashes brushed the dark circles under his eyes, before Kate demanded his attention again.

Mind you, he didn't really mind that. It was more interesting.

Jase lifted his gaze from the conglomerate rocks that formed up the concrete under his black boots, the material that wove into tiny intricate squares to make up his jacket. A few grass seeds were blowing past them, spinning out of control - they had no choice. They could only go where the wind dictated, spending their entire existence living in the whims of the wind. Jason mused over it for a fragment of a second, over how he couldn't stand it - he was an extraordinarily free-willed [or, strong willed] person, and having most decisions made for him didn't appeal. His gaze flitted down to her - she was kinda small, he noticed now. Or, however, he was 6"2, so maybe he was just tall. And he couldn't quite make up his mind if she was flirting with him or not. Oh well. "Oh?" He inquired. "And what, pray tell, did you find?" His tone was perfectly even, his gaze flat and scarlet - with a slight grin. There was a scorpion tail of rising inflection at the end of his question, indicating that he was in fact overly comfortable with sarcasm, but it suited him.

In a strange way.

"I'm Jason." Was his brief introduction. Well, red was bad-ass. I mean, Jase was practically drowning in his own dark bad-boy persona here. Oh, she thought the gold suited her better - with an ease that spoke of too much practice [hey, he'd briefly mucked around as an incubus] he leaned forwards, tilting her chin up with two fingers to study them briefly - while he remained expressionless - before he leant back. "You probably have a point there. Very innocent looking." He shrugged. And then, she mentioned feeding on animals and Jason frowned slightly - what, she denied her very nature? Even though humans were a fairly cattle-like creatures anyway. Briefly, his cool and composed exterior was diminished somewhat, and he frowned in his confusion. "How do you cope with that? How can you deny your very nature..?"

[Kate Kazakova]

OOC: It's okay, lovey. I can't promise that mine will be good-- as my muse is a little flighty this afternoon. ;; But yay for Jason & Kate. They're fun. =p

As Jason inquired as to what Kate had found, she found herself more and more playful. "Give yourself a little more credit, mister," she said as she gave him another once over. She met his eyes again, smirking at him. Kate may not have been a master of sarcastic responses, but she most certainly was quick on her feet. When he introduced himself, Kate nodded once. "It's quite the pleasure to meet you, Jason." And it was. Kate had met crimson vampires before in her travels, and it wasn't often that she felt comfortable around them.

In fact, her gut reaction was usually to think of them as enemies. It was almost refreshing to meet one that she wasn't immediately afraid to make the aquaintance of. She had to figure, though, that vampires weren't really evil by nature. Ultimately, Kate wasn't someone who thought through things in the moment. She just followed her instincts. Perhaps she should work on that.

She involuntarily tensed as he leaned towards her. Just because she was more comfortable around him didn't mean she trusted him full-heartedly. He lifted up her chin and she smiled. She relaxed her muscles as he spoke. "Well, if they allow me to grab your attention as much as I have, I'd say it's a win to look so innocent." She let out a short laugh, before quieting as she noticed his face fall. The vegetarian thing always tripped others up.

She let out an unnecessary sigh, sliding her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. "I've been this way for many years, Jason. I hardly remember the taste of humans now." That wasn't entirely true, really. Kate remembered vividly the smell, taste, and fulfillment of the mortals she was forced to live around from day to day. But it was one of the things she liked to tell herself to keep herself in check. "It was a decision I made with my sisters.. to abstain from killing humans. To try to live.. as we once did. Like normal." She almost snorted, glancing sidelong. "Whatever, that means."

[jason whitechester --]

Well, Jason admitted quite freely that it had been quite a while [probably a decade or so] since he'd actually encountered another vampire - he was more the malicious reclusive type, emerging on the dark cold nights when the moon made everything look like a bad black and white movie, flickering stills taken of his life and splayed out for the world to see, to stare at and make assumptions. Hey old man, take a look at my life. I'm a lot like you were. It was way easy then, when no-one was quite sure what was going on - when the lights of bad night clubs gave everything a flickering, dream-like quality and for the drunkards everything just looked like you were underwater, pinned under the weight of so many tonnes of liquid that even the stars just gave up trying to shine and turned their backs on you. Then everything got that much more fearful, feeding his extra sense, and no one knew quite what had happened. No press, no front pages, just another Seattle homicide. So understandably, Jase was a little caught off guard to meet one here, now, in this comparatively small city. I mean, the chances were like a million to one - vampires weren't exactly so common that someone had devised an anti-vamp spray yet, were they? 'Look out, there's a vamp about.'. Hardly. Their meals were just tallied up to be random acts of violence. No traces, no foul play.

Just the way Jase preferred it.

"And you, Kate." Was his response - while his scarlet eyes continued to give away surprisingly little about his current thoughts or emotions, with no tell tale light or steely glint that pre-empted some violent happening. It was just a kind of friendly blank - a warm refusal to give himself away like that. "Oh should I now, hmm?" He shot right back without so much as the batting of one dark, long eyelash of his. His lips curled into a dark half-smile, a playful taunt. He tipped his head slightly to the left, the shadows from the ugly, non de-script brick wall playing over his chiselled cheekbones and his jaw line, dark spurs wistfully curling over his glassy skin. They cast out the natural highlights in his hair, streaks of glittering chestnut shot through the slightly darker shade of brown that would [in the current lighting] only be visible to vampires, namely the one across from him. The clouds were still vainly holding off the sunlight, a desperate attempt to delay their banishment, which was a good thing in his mind because sparkling was dumb - what a flowery thing to do. 'WE'RE SCARY, CUZ WE SPARKLE.' Um, hello, that wasn't mildly nausea-inducing, was it? No? Well, he thought it was, so deal.

Cue subject change.

He could see her tense as his fingertips caught her jaw, in the set of her teeth and the alignment of her shoulders, and yet he didn't react outwardly - didn't retract his motion or anything, why should he? Jase thrived on the fear of others - not that he was now, but he was so used to it around him it hardly ever registered is all. Her eyes were strange, and the reason behind them even stranger. "I don't know.." he replied thoughtfully. "Probably would have got my attention any way." Oh, but being Jase, he couldn't resist the next line. "So you'd like my attention?" He teased, leaning back to a straight angle. Oh my god, she didn't kill humans.. a fact that had Jase's smooth lips parting slightly in astonishment, unwittingly giving up the oxygen they'd retained. How did they..? They were all there though, and they lived among them, and.. wow. "How do you cope with being near them?" he asked - genuinely curious. "Well. that's another way to get my attention, I guess.."

[Kate Kazakova]

OOC: I'm so sorry it's takin' me ages to reply, luffly. <3 And I'm sorry this is mad short. -_-;; Ugh. I'll be better, promise.

Kate didn't know much of what was going on in Jason's head, but it only made him more intriguing to her. Puzzles aren't any fun if you can put them together as soon as you open the box. So Jason was just that. A really difficult puzzle that Kate was going to revel in piecing together. She reached out and patted his chest once with a small laugh. "Why, yes, Jason. You're quite the handsome young man."

She winked again, relaxing all the more. The sarcastic commentary from this "brooding" vampire was quite enjoyable. Kate hadn't enjoyed herself this much in some time. Interaction such as this was something she was hoping for when she came to Washington. Seeing the same three or four vampires within your coven for so many years can get tired. But simply removing herself from her bland Alaskan surroundings seemed to have helped tremendously.

She raised an eyebrow as he mentioned that she would have gotten his attention regardless of her eye color. A smile made its way onto her lips at the comment, and she shrugged. "Maybe I would like your attention. Is that so wrong?," she inquired, fiddling with another blonde curl for a moment. She laughed -- or nearly giggled, really, and shook her head. She exhaled after a moment, taking in the oh-so-common question. "It's not easy, I must say. In fact," she added, "I've lived in Alaska for some time to remain far from them on a regular basis. I just recently moved to this area, so we shall see if I can uphold my previous restraint."

[jason whitechester --]

Jason studied her a little mroe closely now, in an entirely un-creepy way with his well-fed eyes - they were quite pretty, with their scarlet highlights and the darker undercurrents that whirled through them like jetsam on a particularly wild stream. The small details of her life, the tiny glittering facets of some ultimate gemstone that she revealed were tantalising - that, and undeniably fascinating, especially those appertaining to her diet. Mind you, like he'd mentioned, she totally would have got his attention anyway - Jason liked a challenge, and this Kate vampire was certainly one. And it really didn't hurt that she was utterly stunning, too - but that was, he mused to himself [while maintaining a perfect poker face] was entirely another matter, and hardly one related to the current situation. But he'd also said that he was a total sucker for blondes - strawberry or otherwise - and he was. Making a little more of an effort to keep his mind on the current conversation, Jase shifted his weight back onto his other foot, his scarlet gaze remaining firmly locked on her topaz one. He did arch an eyebrow with a slight grin that curled over his lips when she called him a handsome young man though, before he chuckled and shrugged. "Why thank you ma'am, I do try.." He kidded.

Maybe she was like, an unintentional succubus.

Briefly, a flutter of movement near the mouth of the alley snagged Jase's more primeval instincts and he turned his head sideways, a guttural snarl rumbling low in his muscular chest, not dissimilar to a mixed pen of lions, tigers, and bears [oh my!] before whoever it was that had lingered there passed on, revealing the motion for what it was - just a bright red scarf trailing in the cool breeze that twisted through the tiny little town, bringing with it an influx of fresh scents and new sounds, the click of high heels on street pavements and heartbeats on new materials. Momentarily distracted, his long eyelashes brushed over his cheekbones as he glanced down, willing his mind to return to what was currently at hand. And what was at hand, it seemed, was the attention of a pretty blond - generally Jase would have already baited her, lured her and killed her, had she not been a vampire. "Oh, it's not wrong - " he assured her with a playful smirk. "Just somewhat flattering is all." Well, it was - Jase hadn't actually conversed pleasantly with another vampire.. well, he didn't think he ever had, actually. Usually they were just brief passing moments, a glance and an underhand nod.

She'd moved down from Alaska. Jase studied her carefully, a slightly perplexed frown on his perfect features - and it was understandable, too. For someone to deny their very nature, their base instincts in pursuit of an entirely different style of life, to throw down the hand they'd been dealt and steal a new one, was hard to make sense of. Running his tongue briefly over his glassy, ruby lips, Jase nodded once as he considered it. "And your restraint.. I don't doubt you'll be able to uphold it, because god knows I couldn't.." The vampire raised his eyebrows and slid his hands into his pockets, exhaling slowly - the air warm as it fountained over his lips, causing a barely visible wisp of mist in the cold as it twisted away to join it's brethren. "Are you the only one who lives like this, or are there others?"

[Kate Kazakova]

OOC: I'm so so sorry I've been so MIA lately, my dear. This lil body is not used to working full time. <3333

"Well, I aim to please," she retorted to his comment about her flattering him. She winked again, letting out a laugh. Oh, she was quite relaxed now. Which was a good thing, because tension caused her to be a bit more shocking to the average passerby. And as she let out her breath, she felt the tension lock back up within her in response of his growl. She smirked after a moment, glancing sidelong to the red scarf.

"I trust you could have very well protected me from the evil accessory," she teased, slipping over to reach out and grab it. She giggled once, draping it around her neck. "Ooh, ahh," she said, batting her eyes at him before laughing again. She settled back against the wall, facing him and fiddling with the scarf idly. She shrugged. "I'm well practiced at it, so perhaps I'll do all right. But it is quite a chore to refrain from just lunging and snapping a neck."

She glanced toward the opening of the alley, watching a couple stroll past on the sidewalk. "So much simpler... and tastier." She shook her head, flicking her eyes back up to Jason. "But I have my reasons, so I follow the ever-so cliched road less travelled." She pressed her lips together as he asked his next question. "Well, my coven back in Alaska lives this way.. as well as a family of vampires near here in Forks."

[jason whitechester --]

OOC}} Short. Like, really. Busy, sorry. XD

This conversation had taken some rather bizarre twists and turns as it wandered along a purely metaphorical path, from the manner in which Jason saw fit to dine, to various other trivial and irrelevant details, such as the exact shade of Kate's hair and the aesthetic aspect of Jason's appearance. It was actually strangely amusing, for such unrelated conversational topics to take up juxtapositions - this was hardly normal for Jase - and yet it was oddly more entertaining than just.. running, or indeed doing weirdass vampire crap. Which was just kind of, y'know, the usual running around hissing like insane fifth graders and slaying a few pretty humans now and then. At least he didn't monologue - that would suck. "Good to hear." The scarf caught him, for once, off guard, however, and a more [annoying] primeval part of his new, animalistic instincts demanded he growl, for reasons not actually too apparent. He could see it now, the soft playings of light over the fake silk surface, sending subtle variations in colour shimmering along the length of the scarlet accessory. As he realsied what it was, Jase's lips curled into a gracious half smile. "Oh," he chuckled, his Kansas based accent slightly more noticeable. But it mixed well with the vampire-traditional double bell tones. "I know I could have." Staring at the scarf briefly, he pondered it's emotions - scarves didn't have emotions, and it was nice to focus on something that wasn't there - it dragged him away from the constant buzz of emotions in his mind.

Which sometimes was good.

As Kate snagged the material it shivered briefly, like it too was reacting to the unnatural cold that came with their very identities. Which, you know, the humans didn't mind so bad when it was summer and the heat was like, the intangible wall that had bricked you into an air conditioned house. Jase could imagine the ads if what they were ever went public. "Stop Global Warming - Buy a Vampire!". Or maybe, "Blood Drive - Keep 'Em Cool". And the conversation, like an anxious bird, flickered back to her diet- which was bizarre, and Jase couldn't help but study her eyes, which were indeed quite attractive that colour. Mind you, red was pretty bad-ass, and Jase was practically drowning in his own bad-ass persona, so yeah. But he couldn't imagine it - when he thirsted he fed, and yet Kate had to walk among them, lost in the sea of lives, dreams, loves, and meals - and restrain herself. A Herculean task to be sure, and Jase couldn't understand why - why keep back from what they were? "I imagine it would be," He admitted, with regard to the whole neck-snapping business. He followed her gaze to a young couple strolling past the alley entrance - the predator in him analysing jump trajectories, distance travelled in how much time, and aspects of how best to attack them. Just a sideline in his roomy mind though.

"Sometimes I think it's less common to take the road not less travelled."

Wait, Jase mused - that was mildly confusing. Shaking his head like a dog with water in it's ears, he chuckled briefly and looked back to Kate. "I don't think I've met them - actually, haven't, because I haven't seen a vampire - except you - in like two years." Wow. Solitary.