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Post by shinigami on Oct 1, 2008 12:07:45 GMT -8
Jakob Mueller is in town; he parted with Frost and hasn't been able to get the woman out of his head. She was like a hook. He didn't like hooks when they were snagged all up in his gray matter, so Jakob Mueller went out on the town. This is day three, maybe five, of his Night Out On The Town. Debauchery and blood, saying hello to old friends and enemies, all of that good stuff. He hasn't yet been able to get ahold of Darren and he's been debating very wicked things indeed. For instance, calling Darren up and telling him that Lucy was going to be in town, then showing up by Darren's escape!jet in order to catch him.
So it is a just-barely-sober Jakob Mueller, a very-full-of-restless-energy Jakob Mueller, whose dark hair is all a-tousled, whose hazel eyes are cat-tawny and low-lidded, because the guy is oversexed. It's a thoughtful Jakob Mueller, whose distracted gaze is taking in the street as he holds a door open for a passel of meal tickets who're laughing and talking it up, one of whom checks him out.
He's got those classic vampiric good looks, after all, and he smiles sleepily (sharply) at the last tall drink as she mosies on into the bar, slower than the rest, because hey, when you see someone like Jakob, you like to stop and flirt if you're available, or sometimes even if you're not.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Oct 1, 2008 12:21:33 GMT -8
Now, Eve was not the girl moving slower than the rest and trying to flirt with some random guy. No, she was the short one relegated to the back of the line, right behind Ms. Slow-hoe. And being in the not-so-pleasant mood that she had been in since meeting Darren, she was quickly running out of patience.
"Oh. My. God!" she finally snapped, trying to step up onto tiptoes to see what was slowing everyone down. Didn't work when the person in front of her was bordering on supermodel height. Ugh. "Can you hurry it up? Some of us don't want to be stuck behind your slow ass all night! It's cold out here!" The girl turned around and gave her petulant glare to which Eve just flipped her the bird. "Don't look at me like that. I'm not the one holding things up. Move! Yes, yes you! With the over-painted face! Outta my way!"
And when the girl still didn't move, too busy staring at whatever was in front of her, Eve lost any semblance of patience that she'd been holding onto and kicked her in the back of the knee. The girl went down like a lumbering tree (she was just that freakishly tall) and Eve merely stepped over the fallen one with satisfaction.
And then froze, seeing just who it was that the girl had been enthralled with. "You have got to be kidding me," she mumbled, shaking her head. "I swear, you're like everywhere I go now."
She hopped down off of the girl's back, and quickly stepped around him. She couldn't decide whether to turn around and go back outside, or proceed to the bar. After a moment of indecision of looking up at who she assumed to be Darren (with narrowed eyes, nonetheless because she didn't trust him, and even though she found him extremely hot, she wasn't about to be an idiot like that other girl), she finally turned swiftly on her heal and headed for the bar.
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Post by shinigami on Oct 1, 2008 12:35:31 GMT -8
Now, Jakob has been called the nice twin. He has been so called, yes. His nieces and nephews would rather come to him than to their own father. This does not mean that Jakob is nice. He doesn't try to catch the tall woman when she goes down; he's still holding the door, after all, and she has her friends, and none of these justifications matter, because Jakob doesn't bother trying to search for justifications. They're herd animals; they're supposed to look out for themselves. But what knocked the tall pretty girl down?
A short, very short, very very short pretty girl. He watches with undisguised amusement as she freezes. "What can I say," he says, with an easy shrug. "I like pretty girls."
Hey, just because there's probably no way she's talking about him -- unless, cute kid, she's just pretending she's seen him everywhere because she wants an "in" as far as speaking to him goes, and anyway, if she's just seen him around, even if the him is Darren, it's still like it's Jakob, so it's not like he's poaching his brother's territory per se -- so just because she's probably not talking about him, per se, doesn't mean he can't roll with it.
That moment of indecision. He doesn't make it (or what he assumes to be 'it') easier for her. Then he glances out at the street, and slips (like a shadow, see, all silent and shadowy - yep, shadowy) into the building, following Eve to the bar.
"Tough day?" Small Talk. HAH, take that.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Oct 1, 2008 12:43:11 GMT -8
"Not as bad as the day before," Eve says snappishly, grabbing her drink from the bartender and giving Jakob a sidelong look. It isn't appreciative, or flirtatious, but more of an irritated 'the world sucks and i wish it would just blow up and go away' type of look. A look of hesitating comradeship. "But you already now about that, crazy man. Now, you can make it easier on me, and not harass me about your damn pants again, and I'll try not to attack any machinery or whatever and we'll be just fine."
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Post by shinigami on Oct 1, 2008 13:00:52 GMT -8
Just now, Jakob's expression is an expression that Eve is very familiar with indeed, because it's best described as the WTF expression. He eyes her, sidelong as well, as if he's uncertain whether or not she's a soap bubble hallucination, as if he's still trying to determine whether or not she'd pop if he poked her. He licks his lips and raises his eyebrows, a slow crawl. The smile, an endearing little confused thing, is boyish. "Ah." He blinks. As if distracted. Bringing himself back from distraction. "I will try not to harass you with pants if you try not to harass my machinery. Okay, that sounds like a deal. What if I just harassed you into a dance, instead?"
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Post by lily tomlinson on Oct 1, 2008 13:10:56 GMT -8
There's a slight pounding in the back of her head, like a little nagging voice telling her to not, under any circumstances, give in to a dance. It's really just Hunter trying to get out so she can beat the crap out of Darren- Jakob- whichever one, she didn't know either.
Eve's lips pursed a bit, turning downward at the corners at the headache Hunter was causing, but she stubbornly ignored it otherwise.
"Depends, were you planning on making me one of your latest victims?" she says joklingly, rising slowly from the bar stool. She brushes a bit of hair from her face, the dull lights of the bar glinting off the eerily light, light blonde in strange ways. "Mr. 'Jack the Ripper's got nothing on me'."
She's referring to the time in the car, because she'd heard him quite clearly. And despite the creepy vibe Darren had, she was still not running. She really must be crazy. Especially if she's encouraging him, hooking a finger through one of his belt loops and dragging him to the dance floor.
Needless to say, the Hunter part of her is not, and I repeat, NOT happy with this at all.
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Post by shinigami on Oct 1, 2008 13:50:15 GMT -8
The lefthand corner of Jakob's mouth curves so slow, sharp and cruel. He is, frankly, amused. There's even a bit of a dark smolder in his focused gaze.
"Did I say that?" he murmurs. Oh, Darren. "Do you want to be my next victim, melaya moya?" Eve hooks her finger through his beltloops and tugs, and he leaves the bar, very much like a wolf on a leash.
(See, you don't leash wolves. It's not good for your health.)
He really wanted to know what her name was. Jakob's gaze grazed her neck, too, once they were out on the floor, once they'd started to dance. He let her set the rhythm; let her set the beat; how down and dirty this dancing was going to be, at first anyway. Was she really human? He wasn't sure; there was something...
What there wasn't was what Darren felt around Eve. That fisson, that sense of fatedness, of rightness, whenever there was accidental touch; but who knew, it didn't have to be active all the time.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Oct 1, 2008 13:57:11 GMT -8
"You try anything funny and I will be forced to kick your ass," Eve says in instantly. She's not so sure she could, but she'd thought it best to make it clear she wouldn't be happy if he tried, and she'd damn well try.
She's noticed that he doesn't really feel the same as before, he's good looking, but the attraction isn't really there. He's Darren, right? She likes him. He's interesting. But.... he just doesn't feel like Darren either? He just feels like a hound-dog... Odd.
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Post by shinigami on Oct 1, 2008 14:49:45 GMT -8
He raises an eyebrow, the elegance of expression more than familiar to her. Then he leans down; looms over her, in a manner both loomy and physically threatening, because he's bigger than her, and there's something joyous about the danger in Jakob. He'd rip out her throat, and have fun doing it; he'd revel in the warmth of her body, the way it went cool. He'd enjoy her last gasp, and then he'd forget her name and climb into bed with the next female that crossed his path. He'd use her blood for a ritual. He'd be nice before the end, though, maybe let her confess her sins, if she was a Catholic. Funny story, he was a priest once. He's dark, but with joy. Not dark joy, just joy.
"Even if it's ha, ha funny." Jakob slips a finger through the arm of her white wife-beater, up her ribs, across the edge of her breast and then pulls the strap down. "Like a crazy dance or something?"
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Post by lily tomlinson on Oct 1, 2008 15:10:30 GMT -8
A blinding headache, a moment of darkness in which Eve is suddenly no more, and then her green eyes flashed, all righteous anger and bloodthirsty calculation. Hunter is not happy. And the old soul is back in possession of the body.
"Didn't you learn your lesson the first time, Darren?" she hisses, but she doesn't move away. Not yet. There's a plan. "Don't try hunting a fellow predator. It doesn't bode well for your heath."
Jakob's lucky he didn't go any lower with that hand. Lucky because she'd positioned her trusty revolver so that the slightest wrong touch and it would go off. But her anger had her defenses raised, had her wanting to kill because Eve was so stupid as to associate herself with such a leech. And it was movements too quick for Eve on a daily basis, that she grabbed the revolver and stealthily shoved the barrel against the soft spot below Jakob's sternum. Angled up, right toward the heart.
"Shall we have another go then? Or would you prefer not to be beaten up by a girl twice in one week?"
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Post by shinigami on Oct 1, 2008 15:31:56 GMT -8
Whoa.
Jakob was not expecting that reaction. Not at all. First of all, WHERE DID THESE WOMEN HIDE THEIR WEAPONS? Second of all, what was all this about hunting again? Darren hunted this girl, and she was still alive? Jakob felt a pang of maybe worry; what if something had happened to his brother? The pang didn't last for very long, though -- because he'd know if his twin was in trouble. He'd always known, and vice versa. Third of all, predator? She smelled human.
She smelled delicious, actually. But human.
There's a second of surprised silence, and then he laughs out. Just once laugh, short, more of an exhale than laughter, says, "That depends, beautiful. How rhetorical are those questions?"
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Post by lily tomlinson on Oct 1, 2008 15:44:21 GMT -8
"Very, because I'm going to shoot your ass down anyway," was all she said before using her height to her advantage and sliding down between his legs and getting behind him. There she point the gun and shot him, yes, shot him in the ass. She was being literal after all.
And then she pulled another gun out of her skirt (seriously, no one wants to know how she hides all these things. It's magic, magic!) and pointed it at him while she backed very quickly towards the exit.
She didn't trust that she could actually win, so she was more apt to flee. Self-preservation above all, thank you very much.
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Post by shinigami on Oct 1, 2008 16:03:18 GMT -8
And thus did something happen that had never happened before. A girl TWO INCHES TALL shot Jakob Mueller in the ass. Now, Jakob's had his neck broken and risen from the deed without any untoward signs of pain; still. That hurt. And so does this. It's the shock more than anything; makes him jump; makes his fingers curl into talons.
And then there are the humans. All the many, many humans who witnessed it. Who are, just now, realizing what happened and flipping out. Jakob stares at Eve, a snarl in the back of his throat warring with laughter, and then he realizes that all those damned humans are watching, and, well, there are Night World Laws to uphold, and if you're as old as he is and you can't do it, les sigh. So, while she backs away, he suddenly gives a shout, and clutches his ass, says, "That crazy bitch shot me!"
And generally behaves like a man who was shot in the ass by a strange random girl he'd maybe hoped to hook up with. Eve, however, will see it in his eyes:
He was going to kill her. He was faking.
The humans, of course, jumped into action, if it could be called that. The bartender called the police; some people shied away from her, all scared. If Jakob would've thought of it, he'd reach right out and grab her mind right now, hold her in place long enough for some happy samaritans to tackle her, then he'd find her in prison, and oh THEN...
But he's not thinking of it right now, so she still has a more-or-less clear getaway, since people are "taking care" of Mr. Jakob Mueller.
He was going to kill her.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Oct 1, 2008 16:23:04 GMT -8
Now Hunter isn't one to care about cops. Isn't one to care about consequences and retributions, so she hightails it out of there. Makes a nice quick run for it, faster than human, slower than a Nightworlder. They try to stop her, but a girl with guns is not someone people are most apt to get in the way of.
The cops are on the way, but they'll miss her. And when, if, they come find her, she'll have chucked the weapons, hidden with the recesses of Eve's mind, and then they'd see nothing more than an angelic face and Eve would have no clue what happened. It's all circumstantial. She's not worried.
Eve'll be shocked though. She'll be scared. Blackout and she's been shooting people? She'll be getting too close to the truth, which is something that Hunter doesn't want. She doesn't want to be warring with her present self. She has plans.
But for now, all she can do is run. She doesn't want to have to kill an entire bar of humans. Doesn't want to deal with cops and their questions. Let all the hard stuff fall on Eve.
And she can see the murder in Jakob's eyes. She's not sticking around for that retribution. Running was a very good thing right now.
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