ＷＩＴＨＯＵＴ ＰＲＯＴＥＣＴＩＯＮ (ｗｅｒｅｗｏｌｆ ｘ ｈｕｍａｎ)

[E.urka]

- Tyler Creed - 19 - Werewolf - Tags; Andrew, Pack house -

Tyler looked up at her, tilting his head slightly. watching her expressions as he told her the story of his life. When she asked about the bathroom he felt a little grateful that she wasn't going to harp on about it right now, clearly it was more of a touchy subject. He nodded
"Yeah, follow me"
He stood up walking towards the stairs, thankfully there wasn't too many stairs so she could probably manage. When he got to the stop of the stairs he reached for a door nob, twisting it open and pushing the door open, revealing a medium sized, but very cozy and simple room. The walls were painted a soft green tone, the floors matching the rest of the pack house. On one side of the wall a small dark brown desk was tucked into the nook of the wall, A few small wolf carvings lay there, along with a carving knife, some other tools and a currently un finished project. On the other wall was a small three level bookshelf lined with old books with leather bindings with native titles on the outside, a light brown Gibson acoustic guitar was propped up on a stand right beside the shelf. A made bed sat across from the bookshelf, a knitted wool quilt was threw over the top of it, this was a treasured gift from his mother. Next to the bed was a small end table with a lamp and a framed photograph of Tyler, his brother Tyson and his mother sitting together when they were about five- Big smiles stretched across all their faces- Tyler's eyes brown.
Tyler looked at Drew and made a hand gesture into the door- He was pointing to another door that was inside the room, a bathroom. "It's in there" he told her, turning around and walking back down the stairs and walking over to the window in the living area, the snow falling thick now. He was quite now, his past kept playing in his mind, a frown stayed pressed on his lips, almost afraid of what the girl would bring up next when she came back down.

(sorry, kinda short >.<

[bandit;]

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ＰＡＴＴＥＲＳＯＮ




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You may tire of me as our
December sun is setting,
because I'm not who I used to be.
No longer easy on the eyes
but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
the youthful boy below
who turned your way and saw
something he was not looking for:
a beginning and an end.
But now he lives inside,
someone he does not recognize,
when he catches his reflection on accident.
On the back of a motor bike,
with your arms outstretched trying to take flight,
leaving everything behind.
But even at our swiftest speed,
We couldn't break from the concrete,
In the city where we still reside.
And I have learned that
even landlocked lovers yearn
for the sea like Navy men.
Cause now we say goodnight
from our desperate sides
like brothers on a hotel bed.

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name;
henry patterson.

gender;
male.

age;
twenty.

sexual orientation;
straight.

wolf form;
here.
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personality;
a bit distant, quite cocky, and a heap of sarcasm all in one little chocolate-chip cookie. only, the chocolate chips are semi-sweet so you've gotta learn to ignore the bitterness aspect of it and just enjoy the cookie as a whole. here i am again, making chocolate chip cookies into analogies for my characters.

history;
his father was a wolf, who was killed after a hunter shot him while he was in his wolf-form. his mother was left to raise henry on her own, and did a pretty good job, but now that henry lives on his own, the independance and responsibility is kinda getting to his head. he did two jobs as an assassin before someone turned him in, so you could say he's pretty bad at it. he's paired up with katrina, because she was an assassin, also.

skills;
he's a good shot with a pistol, but not much anything else.

[god of calamity,]

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tagged; no one ┇ location; town, in the alley ways ┇ feeling; annoyed, tired ┇ protector; henry ┇ crush; none ┇ age; nineteen

Ｋａｔ ｄｅｓｐｉｓｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｆａｃｔ ｓｈｅ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｓｅｅ ｈｅｒ ｂｒｅａｔｈ ｍａｔｅｒｉａｌｉｚｅ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｌｄ ａｉｒ. She had a long fierce war with the cold, so why, again, was she sitting at the top of a building instead of being warm, inside, with a roof over her head? Kat had no home, and sitting there, at the top of that roof top -- was far more peaceful than anyone could ever imagine, despite the cold white flakes that melted upon contact with her skin and caused her to shiver. This, in all honesty, was her home. She reveled in the sound of the busy city below, finding comfort in it. She almost dreamed of the life she could have had, had she not run away from home and ended up in the position she was in, on the run, homeless, and often extremely hungry. Even now her stomach made it's soft grumble for attention, but Kat had no choice but to ignore it. Besides, she was used to it. Hungry, lost, alone, cold, it didn't matter as long as she didn't end up back in the hell-hole she'd escaped from, the secret agency. However, after several hours of listening to her stomach groan and experiencing the pains of hunger, Kat had enough. Releasing a sigh of discomfort and irritation, she stood up from her sitting position on the roof top and stretched, her eyes glaring daggers at her pesky stomach. "God, you're impatient." she muttered under her breath, gaining even more of annoyance at the sight of her own breath -- visible in the air.

Gathering all of her items into the bag on her back, Kat scaled down the side of the building -- which wasn't really that tall -- and landed in the dirty alleyways of the city where she moved in the darkness, pulling her hood up over her head to shadow her face and make her less visible to someone who wanted to find her. She moved along the alleyways like she owned them, they were her own highway through the town and kept her somewhat hidden -- besides, they made her feel safe. The bums and freaks that resided inside them didn't scare her, she could take any of them out in a heart beat. So she walked along until she came upon the disgusting smell of alcohol, blood, and sweat. A bar was nearby, she was certain of it. Although a risky place to head to, it seemed to be her only option for cheap food. Besides, she figured she could perhaps sweet talk the bartender into giving her some pizza for a dollar or more less than it was actually worth -- not that she even had any money.

Slipping inside the bar, Kat pulled the hood off of her head so she could become a little less suspicious. She allowed her eyes to adapt to the dim lighting as she pushed her way through the barricades of nasty drunken men until she came before the counter. Plopping down on a bar stool, she crossed her legs and bat her eyes at the tender, a small smirk edging its way onto her lips. "I'd like a piece of pepperoni pizza, and a basket of fries -- please." she smiled as cute as she possibly could, and she swore she could almost feel this "cutesy" act of hers burning her own soul. Kat hated acting like this, but sometimes it was all she had. The bar tender gave a flirtatious wink that nearly made Kat vomit the empty contents of her stomach, and turned around to get Kat her items, but not after asking her if she'd like something to drink. Kat turned it down and waited for her food with an angry stomach that continuously growled, while fearing someone would recognize who she was and try and take her back just so they'd earn the money from the huge bounty on her head. As she waited for the food, she allowed her fingers to palpate against the wooded surface of the bar impatiently. Eyes cast down, Kat tried her best to keep a low profile. Please, god, just let me go long enough unnoticed to actually have a meal. she thought. When the plate of steaming hot pepperoni pizza plopped right in front of her, Kat felt her heart skip a beat in extreme joy and she immediately grabbed the slice and began to devour it. To anyone's eyes, it probably seemed quite obvious she hadn't eaten in quite some time. Just into the third or fourth bite, however, Kat heard her name being whispered among the men in the bar. Freezing in place, she set the pizza back on its plate and reached down towards her waist for her dagger, the hair on the back of her neck standing on edge. This wasn't good, no, not at all.

It took no time at all after that for a very unlucky male to walk up behind her and lean down towards her ear, a smirk settling across his lips. "Found ya." But before he could actually get a firm grip on her, Kat spun around and stabbed that dagger right into his shoulder. The man faltered, stumbling back and giving Kat just enough room to grab the piece of pizza in her hand and turn running toward the door. Upon dodging the drunken, stumbling men, Kat rammed her shoulder into the door -- knocking it open, and ran outside. The cold air nearly stopped her in her tracks, and she nearly choked as it entered her lungs. Regaining her wits, however, she started running just in time to distance herself from the men that came barreling out the door. Her feet slammed against the concrete in a steady rhythm, much like her heart that pounded on the inside of her chest -- almost threatening to burst through her rib cage and flutter away. Adrenaline fueled her body, keeping her eyes cast straight forward, pushing people out of her way as she ran towards the safety of the alleyways -- taking the few last bites of her pizza as she ran. She could hear the heavy breathing of approximately three men behind her, just barely struggling to keep up. Just as one made a leap towards her in a awful attempt to tackle her to the ground, she turned a sharp corner into the dim alleyways and rushed down it, the cold air burning her skin and her lungs. The other men were relentless, but Kat knew far more tricks than they would have ever thought. Besides, the alleyways were a maze, and the guys could hardly keep up. Lips tugging into a smirk, Kat glanced over her shoulder for a quick second just to see how much distance she'd made between them. "Maybe if you dim-witted idiots laid down on the beer for a month or two, you'd actually have the agility to catch me!" she shouted, a small chuckle escaping her lips as she continued to run.

It didn't take long for her to gain enough distance that all she had to do was turn a corner and press herself into a wall, shrouded by darkness, for the duo of thick headed drunks to pass her up. When she knew they were gone, she released the breath she was holding and began to pant, a hand over her chest as it rose up and down unevenly.. She'd finished the slice of pizza somewhere along the way, so at least her stomach was full, but with all that running she honestly felt like crap. Sliding down the wall, she pressed her knees to her chest as she continued to pant, a sigh escaping from her lips. She pulled her hood up over her face and just kind of sat there in the cold snow, calming herself down enough so that she could get back up and head off towards god knew where, and hopefully find a place to get a nice rest that didn't include sleeping on the cold hard ground in the snow, huddled next to a terribly made fire. However, the chances of that were quite slim.

[Tate.]

ＥＬＩＺＡＢＥＴＨ
ＷＩＬＤＥ
| 18 years old | female | Species - Human | tags;; |
" ｇｉｖｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｉｍｍｏｒｔａｌｉｔｙ ｔｏ ｍｅ; ｉ'ｌｌ ｓｅｔ ｙｏｕ ｕｐ ａｇａｉｎｓｔ ｔｈｅ ｓｔａｒｓ "
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Now, Ellie was many things, but she was far from an idiot. Of course any sane person on the run would recognize if someone was following them, and Elizabeth was no exception. She recognised the boy, vaguely, sure, but still. He had been rather smooth at remaining anonymous. Curiosity, they always say, killed the cat, but Ellie couldn't help herself. The person standing before her was almost arrogant in his stature, something so off putting, sending unpleasant chills down the brunettes spine. It reminded her of the feeling you got when you woke up in the middle of the night to some strange noise, or seeing something painfully not human flash by in the corner of your eyes. She wanted to know more about this boy, who he worked for, what he wanted, but maybe facing the bull head on was a mistake she had yet to fully realize.

Giving a small, almost playful smile. Elizabeth nodded. She looked around a moment, there were many ways to approach this, and she was starting to grow fond of the idea of pulling a weapon on the other, since that was almost always the only way to gets someone to talk, but, instead, she gave the boy a little wink before turning on her heels. "You know, people keep pushing me around, acting so bloody rude, maybe you can get someone to tell us what direction to go? All I want is a little motel or something to sleep in, you know? I've been running around a lot, it's so hard to navigate these insanely busy cities." Her eyes remained trained on the city before her, the movement of the people, the flow of things, organized chaos. She got a little thrill despite her situation.

Before diving head first into the bustling city streets with a man who would more than likely put a blade between her shoulder blades, Ellie turned to the other, giving him a quizzical glance up and down. She held out her hand, small calluses covering her hands, mostly from all her work with guns, but Ellie was known enough for being rather athletic. "By the way, it's nice to meet you, what's your name?" She asked, eyes locking with his in almost a challenging way.

[Tate.]

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ＴＲＥＮＣＨ
| 19 years old | male | Species - Werewolf | tags;; Evelyn|
"ｗｅ ａｒｅ ｊｕｓｔ ｃｒｅａｔｕｒｅｓ, ｗｈｏ ｗｅｒｅ ｂｏｒｎ ｔｏ ｃａｒｒｙ ｏｎ."
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Jagger's lips pulled into a full smile, something dark shimmering behind his gaze as he looked at the girl. She was pretty, she came off rather smart, but he didn't understand. What was the big deal about setting a few fires here and there? After all, there was nothing that could really go wrong, other than a few deaths. Oh, that was it. Jagger tilted his head, ignoring her many questions a moment as he tried to figure out if the girl before him had enough wit, and guts, to kill someone. While it was intriguing all it's own, the wolf would might as well ask that question later on, or, perhaps, just read the damn file that was folded and shoved haphazardly into his back pocket. He could see the way she moved, how she was collecting herself, weighing her options. He had her escape, could easily outrun any human, and did have a few weapons here and there just in case fangs and claws didn't do the trick. She didn't seem to shake, much of any at all actually, which was a little shocking. A rather jerkish looking man, leaning against your only mode of transport, with information of something hardly anyone else knew about you, that was something that would frighten many.

Jagger laughed a little, a low chuckle radiating once more from his chest, though this time the sound was more amused that it was to be ominous. "I've been called a great many names, some not so nice, but the name I was given is Jagger." He paused, looking at the girl. Little Ms. Grey. She was quite inquisitive, Jagger almost found a fondness towards her, if she weren't human, and on top of that, so bloody boring. Seriously, he kept thinking, he was to protect a little girl who set a fire? He was hoping for a murderer, or something more... well, fun. Jagger could tell by the girl's gaze she was questioning everything he did. Every move she made Jagger let his mind wander, how could he pin her down, how could he stop her from escape, but she was lingering closer. Closer and closer still, she had a foolish kind of bravery.


It was amusing to watch, really. How she was, tiny little human and the big, bad wolf. He perked up a little. "First off, darling, eavesdropping is going through the massive effort of actually trying to listen in. I could quite clearly hear you from here, truly, your kind is so loud it's almost... no it is... extremely off putting. One of the many reasons I hate affiliating with your kind." Jagger waved his hand in a careless gesture. His smile hardly faltering. He watched with a small amazement as the girl moved ever still closer, and Jagger in some ways felt it as a taunt. She felt courageous, but she had no idea what she was nearing herself to.

"You might not know me, but you will, soon enough. Like it or not I'm here to stay. Hell, we're gonna end up being roomies sooner or later." The winter air didn't seem as brisk here, in this side of town. Though, ghostly marks of Jagger's break laced the air, reminding him of smoke, making him itch for a cigarette. Pushing away the feeling like one might push away fatigue, Jagger cleared his throat, giving the girl a small, but rather potent glare as she got even closer. She was so closer to him, her scent was lacing the air thickly, making Jagger wrinkle his nose and shake his head in a fit of destain. Her small, pitiful request for him to move sent him no father from the bike as it would have five seconds ago. He didn't move an inch for a moment, craning his neck slightly to look at her standing behind him. He let out a small, disapproving sound, mixed with a overly exhausted sigh. Jagger was not in any way patient, and was starting to see the irony in being assigned a human to protect after all the humans he had killed. How does one life make up for many? It was a pointless endeavor, but if Jagger was to abandon this girl, he would be tracked and tormented in ways even his twisted mind couldn't fathom. So, the white wolf played along.

"Now, while the term is quite cliche, it is very fitting to this right now. You can do this the easy way, where you hear me out, let me explain, and we get this little show on the road," He stood, turning and resting his palms on the seat of the bike, looking the girl in the eye and leaning ever so slightly closer. Despite the fact he was leaning, he was eye level with the girl given his height. "You are quite the lucky little kitten, to be assigned to me an all, but really, setting a place on fire? That all you got?" He asked, smirking almost knowingly, not taking his eye from hers.

[exixst]

Evelyn made a noise of acknowledgement when he gave his name, but said no words. That dark look in his eyes and the slow smile were enough to make the small hairs on the back of her neck stand. Jagger? Not particularly a common name, but not unheard of. It wasn't anything so common such as Matt or Jacob. But also not something completely peculiar and difficult to pronounce. She wasn't sure how she felt about it, but she instantly figured that his name rhymed with 'dagger', so she'd hold that against him, as well. But Evie did not share her name with him. It would be a waste of breath. If he knew her little secret, then he probably knew her name, as well. One was much easier to figure out than the other, and he seemed to know where she lived, as well. "Alright, so now you've introduced yourself, but you sorta missed half of the question that I didn't actually say; who are you? Police? I wasn't aware that they'd resorted to piercings and hair dye for uncover officers. Honestly, this seems to be a bit much." Well, what else was she supposed to think he was? A police officer was the best she could come up, but the fact that he hadn't made a move to do anything at all made her doubtful. But she couldn't figure anything else out that made sense. Because it seemed stupid for just some random guy to know about all of this. And if he was, then that was a bad sign.

"My kind?" Evie repeated, raising a brow. She wasn't insulted as much as she was confused. She was human, was she not? If she wasn't, then that would be news to her. And he looked pretty damn human to her. Two eyes, two ears, a nose, lips, and everything else your ordinary human had. Yeah, his eyes were a bit on the bright, almost fluorescent side, and he looked like murder on a stick, but human, nonetheless. "Then what does that make you?" She asked with a sarcastic smirk. The fact that he claimed to have been able to hear her and her father from all the way over here was... strange. They hadn't been yelling that much. In fact, Evie had been the only one who raised her voice, and that wasn't for the entire conversation. And yet he said she'd been rather "calm" with her father, which meant he'd been able to hear more than the yelling parts. And that didn't make any sense. Humans couldn't hear that far. But he was human, as she would continue to tell herself, since she didn't believe in the existence of the supernatural. So she still figured he'd eavesdropped, and was just lying through his teeth.

"What?" Evelyn was now drowning in confusion. Who in the world did this guy think he was? Roomies? That wasn't something she'd been expecting to hear. She had no plans to be near this 'Jagger' guy any longer than she had to, and yet here he was, blabbering something about being roomies. He didn't look like he was kidding, and that was the part that got her. At least there could be a glint of humor in his eyes. There wasn't. At this point, most people would probably call the police, or at least threaten to. She didn't. She couldn't. Not without being found, herself. And this guy had information, and if he wasn't with the police, then he could use it against her. Like blackmail, but not exactly. "Roomies, huh?" Evie gave a sharp scoff under her breath, shaking her head slowly, simply trying to stay on her feet in this conversation. "Well, Jagger, I just don't think that's gonna happen." She gave a little shrug, as if to say 'what can you do?'. "Simply because there is no way in Hell that will ever happen." His glare that was went towards her was a bit frightening, but, damn it, she needed her bike. He had his own. While she wasn't any more fond of getting closer to him than she had been before, she didn't stop. Was her approach pissing this guy off? Good. Maybe he'd get sick of her and leave. But when she attempted to shoo him off, he didn't budge. Not that she was surprised. From the way this conversation had been going, she was pretty sure he was too stubborn and difficult to do anything that would be convenient for her.

Well, now they were really close. Too close. Evie was suddenly quite glad she'd purposely put herself on the other side of the bike. At least it provided some sort of barrier between them, though he was more on it than she was, which was a little upsetting. While she really wanted to either slap him or take a step back to put some space between them, her feet didn't move a bit, and she simply straightened up and set her jaw. Evelyn would do everything in her power to prove to this guy that he didn't intimidate her, even though she kinda was feeling that way. He was taller, stronger, and had more advantages on her than she had on him. So, no, she didn't like this at all. But she would try her best to hide that, and instead just locked her eyes in his, not daring to look away. The moment she did, she lost. And Evelyn would not lose to some strange white haired boy standing in her driveway. "Unless that 'show' involves you getting the Hell out of here and never showing up again, then I don't want to hear it." She wore a slightly pissed off expression, but gave no smirks or anything of that sort. Eyes steady in his, she continued to hold her ground, though her weakened confidence slipped a bit with his next comment. First of all, he called her a kitten. That already got a frown out of her. Kittens were cute and cuddly. She wasn't cuddly. Next, he was talking about being 'assigned' to him. What was that all about? Perhaps had she been open to hearing him out, she would know. That still wasn't enough for her to take back what she had said before. And thirdly, well, he just taunted her. She didn't like that at all. "And I'm lucky, how...?" She asked with the raise of a single brow, the corners of her lips twitching up for just a brisk moment as she managed to find some grip. But the barely-lived smirk was gone as quickly as it came. "What, lighting a cheating boyfriend's house on fire and nearly getting him killed isn't good enough for you?" She asked coldly with a hint of venom in her tone, choosing not to add the fact that Richard's almost-death was actually an accident, and just hoped he didn't know that already. If he saw her crime as small, then what was he comparing it to? His own? She wasn't doubtful about that. He looked like the kind of person to commit crimes regularly. But that damn smirk of his... It was gnawing at her stomach, breaking her confidence, piece by piece. She didn't have it in her to copy it, but even if she did, it probably didn't work. Mainly because she knew not a thing about him other than what she'd gathered in this conversation. But that wasn't anything impressive. She had a name and a judgmental assumption. Yeah, that wasn't gonna get her far. "Then what, exactly, do you consider 'good enough', Jagger? What could I ever do to win your approval?" She asked, though was completely sarcastic, and wasn't trying to hide it. She didn't want his approval. Not at all. Evelyn never tried to meet someone's approval, and there was no way she would ever try and do it for the white-haired boy before her.

[compulsive]

ｊｅｒｏｍｅ ｐｉｅｒｃｅ
ｒｉｃｈ ｂｏｙ
age;; eighteen
relationship;; none
tagged;; elizabeth
other;;

The situation he was dealing with was a very delicate and complex one. If he made a single wrong move, then everything would crumble, but it was already starting to fall apart. At least, in Jerome's eyes it was. There was specific way he wanted to go about his punishment, but he was already executing it poorly. The plan had been to always keep an eye on her, but never let hers find him. He had wanted to follow the girl from a distance, concealing himself. Jerome didn't want the girl to know him and he didn't care much to know her. This was just him doing what he had to do, he never had any interested in meeting the girl and becoming involved with her, in fact, that was probably the last thing he wanted.

The first month had gone exactly the way it was supposed to. He kept his distance from her, but stayed near, enabling himself to intervene if it was needed. Of course, it was painfully boring to spend his time following around a girl when he'd much rather be doing something thrilling, exhilarating even. The chase, the different cities and different kinds of people wasn't that for him. If anything it just made him bored, perhaps even more irritable than usual, as if that were even possible. After a month of it going so well, he got a little bit careless. Jerome had gotten too close to her, made his presence too well know when he was around her. The opportunities to do things that would be considered enjoyable to him jumped out at him, and he took too many of them. He didn't take his situation as seriously as he before and was certainly not as cautious.

That's what got him here. It was never in his plans for her to approach him and speak to him. That messed with the plot he had drawn in his head and he didn't have any back up ideas. Now, he was forced to just deal with it head on, making it up as he goes. Jerome put on an interested and understanding face on as he listened to the girl, going on about the city and it's rude occupants, giving a small nod to make it seem like he had bothered to care about what she was saying.

"My name is Zac." The lie rolled of his tongue easily, as if it was the introduction he had been giving to strangers all his life. It was easier to give her a fake name then to tell her the truth. Honesty had never been Jerome's best policy, and it certainly wasn't going to come in play now. "Nice to meet you... I'm sorry, I don't believe I caught your name."

[Tate.]

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| 19 years old | male | Species - Werewolf | tags;; Evelyn|
"ｗｅ ａｒｅ ｊｕｓｔ ｃｒｅａｔｕｒｅｓ, ｗｈｏ ｗｅｒｅ ｂｏｒｎ ｔｏ ｃａｒｒｙ ｏｎ."
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Despite himself, Jagger leaned ever so slowly closer, all her questions stirring a little spark inside of him, making him long for some kind of escape to get past these little introductions, but at the same time it was beyond fun for him. She was rather in the dark, which had a good little irony to it, didn't it? Jagger, for a moment, examined her face, trying to imagine her with the dusk scattered around her, sun setting, dimming her to shadows, highlighting her face only with the soft, warm licks of flames. He tried to imagine her smiling as she watched it burn, but something inside Jagger refused to give him the image, something he realized he might never see. It was almost disappointing. He shook from the thought quickly as it came, and kept his level gaze with her. "First of all," Jagger sighed wanting to say something, rolling his bright eyes as if completely bored and talking to a child. In his mind he rather was. However he paused as she spoke up. Police? Please, all the cops in the city combined weren't as bright as the wolf''s attic light, let alone himself.

The wolf looked offended at her assumptions, taking one hand off where it was bracing his weight on the motorbike and dramatically placing it over his heart. "Be still my beating heart." He said, shaking his head in dismay. "My hair is not dyed you-" He paused, swallowing an insult, after all, Jagger's pride was as large as his ego, and both could compete with that of any broad walking movie star. "It's naturally perfect." He stated, running a hand through his hair. "You see, I'm like a combination of Beauty, and Beast... While you... well you're simply a watered down version of Gaston." Jagger chuckled at his own joke. "But no, darling, I am part of something bigger than any police force, nothing you have more than likely heard of, after all, you are, well, you know..." He made a gesture at the girl, not sure how to elaborate on his statement. "I'm too much for any donut loving, idiot cops to keep tame." He stated, running a hand through his hair before resting it back on the seat of the bike, he could see the flash of annoyance in the girl's eyes, ohhhh, she was getting irritated with him was she? That was simply joyous, maybe he could push her, see how far she went before she broke, maybe not now, but it was a good experiment. What made the pretty little thing tick? Why would she push to such limits to set a place ablaze? Jagger wanted to see that side of her.

"Roomies might be a stretch, I will admit. However, we will be in the same housing. You see, you are in danger." Jagger, while the words were very much truth, and very much serious, stated them with a fluid mood of over dramatic tones. "You done did it, messed up, somehow. I mean, one fire and you got cops sniffin' your trail like hounds," Jagger almost winced, "if they could ever get the compliment to be called anything remotely canine." He added quickly. "You know, arsen is a big thing, and darlin' it most likely will get worse before it gets better. That's what I'm here for, Jagger Trench, your appointed, but rather unwilling, new bodyguard." Jagger's smile had grown to a little frown, and he looked a little annoyed with the entire ordeal. He shrugged. "You can keep pushing me away but this is gonna end the same way sweetie."

Jagger tutted, scolding her. "Poor thing, you have much to learn." He shook his head. "Now, don't tell me you really think what you did was that bad. I mean... a fire. Really? That's like a two on the one to ten meter of interesting. If the bloody jerk cheats a knife to the back of the man who put a knife in yours is rather fitting, almost poetic." Jagger said, thinking a moment. "Approval, despite your sarcasm, well, I would be impressed with a human like your cute little self committing... I dunno, mass murder? Rob a few good banks, hell, you probably don't even have any good battle wounds from doing anything remotely interesting. A bullet wound to the least." Jagger sighed. He moved a moment, as if ready to get away from the bike, he looked rather bored now.

However, the wolf wasn't done, now, was he? No. He wasn't going to miss any question, might as well answer all of her inquiries, so far he had really not even lied. It must have been a new personal record. He almost, almost moved away from the only mode of transport the girl had, before realizing he had forgotten one question. The realization brought a rather sickeningly, dark, almost demonic grin to his lips. He had forgotten to tell her hadn't he? What a shame. He got the small spark of an idea.

"Yes, your kind." Jagger breathed under his breath at her statement. She was rather thick, wasn't she? He leaned painfully closer to her, using the bike as a sort of level, pushing his palms against it, leaning against the bike, being close enough to her he could see the swirling colours in her irises. He had been avoiding the question, dodged it rather nicely to be honest, but now, he was sort of itching to make her uncomfortable. "Your kind." He repeated. "Bloody humans, causing your own little chaos, it's fun, isn't it? Being so clueless? I wish I could be like that. But I haven't had that luxury in years." Jagger smirked once more, letting his expression settle to something more calm, though still just as menacing. "No, I'm not your kind. I hated when I was. I'm a thing of legend. Your new guardian. Something right out of Grimm's fairy tales, darling, I'm one of the things that goes bump in the night." Jagger quickly rocked back on his heels, taking a step away from the bike all in one movement.

"I'll give you one last offer. Let me explain this, or, go ahead and drive off. I ain't allowed to leave you, much as I would like. I'm stuck making sure you are still breathing, barely or not. Choice is yours, stay ignorant, or let me tell you why I'm in the unfortunate position of protecting you." Jagger said, he was a good stride away from her now, still close, but nothing that could make her uncomfortable compared to how close he was seconds before. "Of course, if you refuse, I'll give you my number, so if not now soon you can come to your senses, or if you're in a life or death situation you need me for. Hopefully we won't come across that until after you let me get on with this charade." The wolf shrugged, acting careless about the whole event, though the offer on both stands were valid. His eyes lingered on the ground, on her bike, on her, acting like a school boy ticking away time in some kind of detention. He rather impatiently waited for her answer.

[Tate.]

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There's supposedly a light at the end of every tunnel, it was something that Ellie's older brother had always told her. He was always ranting about silver linings, about light, about doors and windows opening. Honestly, given he was the youngest brother and rambled a lot, Ellie never really listened. But she realized that it really did have a little truth behind it. Silver lining, ever present, was right in front of her. She barely glazed over his words, there was a sort of tension radiating off of the other, though it was almost smothered by his charm, his smile, he was blatantly attractive, the kind of guy Ellie was fond of, that attractive looking demeanor, with the spark of danger teetering on the edge of insane.

Elizabeth didn't hesitate. She held out her hand, smiling a little though a little disappointed he had asked. There was a small bounce in her heels, like a child would have, an innocence seemed to embody her when she smiled the way she did at 'Zac.' Statistically, it was likely it was his name, there were a lot of males by the name of Zachary, but no, that wasn't his. No smart man following a notorious trickster would use a real name. Ellie almost had all bounty hunters known by face and name, but this one. He was different. She like it. Despite the thought, it caused no hesitation in her answer, which was quick, in a small, light voice that was almost drowned by the sounds of the city. "People call me Cat." She stated, smiling brightly, innocently, acting almost like a girl who would fancy the boy before her. She knew he probably knew her name, but better safe than sorry.

"I'm from a small town outside Nebraska, I'm actually really bad at getting around cities, and... well... I'm really so sorry for asking for your help." She stated, almost stumbling on her words as if nervous around him. Nervous, in a playful way, not the way he was starting to make her feel. "H- I mean... How should we find our way?" Ellie asked, rubbing the back of her neck and looking down at the ground with her quick silver gaze. Her eyes often changed colour, brown, to silver, it was always fascinating to herself. Honestly it was one of the only features she liked about herself. She knew better than to try and walk by any dark alley, if he didn't try something she would. But it was starting to feel like a stalemate. What was she going to do?

Elizabeth didn't really believe in werewolves, so she was rather clueless about this boy. She didn't know about his ordeal, she was in the dark about her needed protection, about the mansion like manor that she was supposed to reside in, all she knew was this guy was following her and she needed to know why. Had someone else found themselves trailing her. Truly, there was a good amount of money on her head, she wouldn't be shocked to find out yet another organization had sent a few associates out for her. In fact she was almost certain Zac was one of them. Someone who does the search but not the dirty work. He was too classy looking, to self loving to get his hands dirty, or at least, thats how he looked. Ellie hated making assumptio- that was a lie. She made assumptions more than she asked for truth, because more often than not she was right. No one said she had no confidence in herself when it came to reading people.

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What was with this guy and being really close? Pretty soon they were gonna bump noses if he didn't get back. Not appreciating this closeness, Evelyn narrowed her eyes into a small glare. He knew nothing of person space, did he? Either that, or he was trying to make her uncomfortable. If it was the latter, he'd done quite the great job. Her level of comfort was in the negatives already, and as he remained so close, it wasn't getting any better. She wasn't even sure what to do. Smack him? Shove him? Try to stab his eye with her key? Lick him? She didn't know. So she just simply stood there, keeping her eyes pinned on his, and doing whatever she could to not show how much she didn't like this. She was forty percent sure it wasn't working, though.

Evie raised both brows when he claimed that his hair was naturally that white. "I call bull," she murmured. She'd never seen an albino person before except for a couple times in the media, but, from what she'd seen, she'd expected his skin would be some shades paler than he was. Sure, he didn't have a golden tan, and neither did she, but she just didn't know whether he was albino or lying. And, thus, she reached up in that small distance between the two of them, and took a few strands of his hair in between her thumb and forefinger, not even caring if he didn't like it. He should've backed up a little bit if he didn't want her to touch his hair. But, anyway, his hair didn't feel nearly as dry as she'd expected it to be. If dyed as recently as it looked to be, it would be a tad bit stiffer. She would know. But in order for his hair to go back to the way it felt right now, it surely would have grown out some, or the color would have faded. No such signs of either. It was whiter than paper, down to the very roots. In fact, it wasn't even albino white. The white hair on an albino often had some sort of subtle blonde tint to it, even if barely noticeable. Not his hair. It was white. Unstained white. But it made no sense at all. How was that possible? Frowning lightly in confusion, she took her hand back, brows furrowed. She'd just add his - apparently - natural hair color to the list of strange things about this guy. It was a long and growing list.

"A watered down version of Gaston, huh? Ouch. That wasn't very nice at all." Her words were nonchalant and barely changing in pitch, showing that she wasn't actually insulted the slightest bit. In fact, she simply chuckled, finding the strange analogy to be partially humorous. She hadn't ever heard a guy proudly compare himself to a Disney character - or, actually, two characters - from one of the most well known original princess movies, but, apparently, it had happened. Well, alright then. Cool. "Your open-ended statement is kind of confusing and I get the feeling you're expecting me to know what you're talking about, but, frankly, I'm just plugging in the words 'sexy as Hell'." She shrugged with a little airy scoff. She certainly wasn't lying. Evie had no idea where he was trying to go with that statement of his, but she humored herself, anyway. "So if you're not with the police... how did you...?" She mumbled, accidentally giving her own unfinished sentence, but it wasn't really a question for him, but rather just her thoughts that were slipping through her lips. Or, some of them. What she was really wondering was how he knew of the information about her and her little crime. How many people were involved in this mess of hers? Could they not just accept the fact that people can handle their own issues? She burned his house down, and she could guarantee that, unless he was stupid, he certainly wouldn't be cheating on anyone again.

Evelyn looked at him blankly when he told her about his little situation. Or, rather, their situation, considering she was involved in it. Bodyguard? Was he being serious? "I don't recall ever agreeing to something like this..." she murmured. "But, clearly, you're not into it, and I'm not into it, so, like, how about we just pull one of those 'let's not and say we did' kind of things? I've been getting along just fine without a bodyguard, and surely you have something better to do, so, really, this isn't all that necessary, is it?" She didn't understand. The pieces hadn't fit together perfectly, mainly because she was skeptical and had a closed mind to the subject already. But what did he mean about being under the same roof? Did that mean he was moving into her apartment? Because, honestly, that wasn't gonna work. It was too small, the pantry was too empty, and her cot only had room for one - not that she'd be any more welcoming to the idea if she somehow had a giant king-sized mattress. But she was unaware of what he was thinking, and, thus, just figured that he meant staying at her place. And that would most certainly be a no. Even if she was drowning in money and luxuries, it would still be a no. Why? Because suddenly having a strange guy who claimed to be your 'bodyguard' move in with you was weird. And she really didn't believe this bodyguard stuff. Or, at least, she didn't want to. And she wouldn't have, had he not already talked about her crime and such. Somehow he had figured it out, or someone had figured it out and told him. If he'd just walked up and said something about being her bodyguard without any kind of reason, she wouldn't have believed him the slightest. "Why are you doing this?" She eventually asked after a moment of her trying to make sense of all of this crap. It hadn't worked, but she'd tried. Sort of. But why was he 'appointed' as her 'bodyguard'? And by who? It's not like she'd told anyone about this who would set someone up for this. She hadn't told anyone! And yet here this guy named Jagger was supposedly stuck with the job of being her bodyguard, even though they were both reluctant. It didn't add up. If anything, she was going to do the best she could to somehow worm her way out of this situation. "And just how is it supposed to end?" Evie raised a brow, not really sure if she wanted to know or not. What she really wanted for this to just not happen. So, yes, she was going to push him away as much as possible. But it was kind of ironic to her, honestly; she'd first laid eyes on him thinking that he was going to attempt to kill her, and here he was, telling her he was supposed to do the exact opposite. Oh, how she would have liked it to be a hoax, but, again, he didn't look like he was kidding.

Evelyn scowled at his condescending words. She'd already asked herself this before, but who in the world did he think he was? "Oh, my. Forgive me for not being a murderous psychopath. I guess next time I get cheated on, I'll kill the poor fool, just for you." Evie let her eyes roll and a halfhearted smirk tip the corners of her lips. She was kidding, of course. But, man, if arson was considering boring, then what in the world did he do for entertainment? Good question. Maybe she'd get an answer. "And just what have you done to set the standard?" As for scars and such, he was right, she didn't have any extraordinary. Why? Because she wasn't typically someone who went out and got shot, or was jumped. Okay, that last one had happened once, but she'd whacked the attacker on the side of the head with some kid's metal push-scooter because it was the closest thing to a weapon nearby, and she'd managed to knock the guy out. So, really, she hadn't even been jumped. Just almost-jumped. And she'd gotten her way out of that with a scooter, which, yes, she had taken and rode home with. It was still in the garage, she believed. Nobody ever asked her how it had gotten there in the first place, and she never offered to tell the tale. Honestly, the only scars she had were from silly things, like that time she was playing tag with her brother around the house when she was much younger and ended up falling down the stairs and cutting her leg on some metal toy car that was left out. Despite the fact that it hadn't been all that deep of a wound, she hadn't done much more than slap a Band-Aid on it, so it scarred over eventually. "You have some really high standards, you know that? Have you ever been shot?"

And then suddenly, he was really close. Finally, her confidence broke, and she flinched back a bit. Nothing too major, and she stopped herself from completely crumbling and chickening out, but when she could feel his breath and hear it, as well, that was a sign they were too close. Or, actually, they'd been too close quite a while back. Now he'd just gotten way too close, and she ended up taking a half-step back because of it. Evie pressed her lips together, trying to shake of the dark grin of his that he'd flashed before then. Yes, it was intimidating. Very much so. She still doubted the whole bodyguard thing, and that little devilish grin wasn't helping the slightest bit. But as he went on to give his spew about what he 'was', whatever that meant, she couldn't even take him seriously. "Oh, my, you sound so scary," she teased lightly, scoffing to herself before laughing into the side of her hand. "Dude, seriously; did someone slip something into your drink? Did you eat something you shouldn't have?" Another short round of chuckles bounced from her chest. He was something that went bump in the night? Oh, really? Was that so? She didn't believe him for a second, mainly because these things were known as fairy-tales. Yeah, they were a bit interesting, but they didn't exist. Vampires, Werewolves, Dragons, Unicorns... they didn't exist. Not in her life, from what she thought. To her, they were as real as Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, and she'd never been visited by the Tooth Fairy. No coins were left under her pillow. She'd just wake up with a little tooth there. She'd given up on the third try. Though, all of this was so weird. His hair, the bodyguard thing, the fact that he knew so much, and now this? The only reason she didn't think that he was off his rocker was because he knew about the whole fire thing, and that was the only clue she had. But, nevertheless, she didn't believe him about this little tale her just told her. Heck, she hadn't been believing the majority of words that came out of his mouth. They just didn't make sense to her. She didn't want to believe him and his seemingly insane words. But she was still waiting for that spark of humor to reach his eyes when he told her these things. It had yet to appear.

Evelyn considered the offer. Well, he was offering to give her his reasons, though she was almost certain she'd still deny them. But the fact that they were no longer sharing the same air space made her a little more willing to at least hear him ramble. Plus, he was off of her bike. It was still that unspoken barrier, but he wasn't sticking his entire upper body over it anymore, so that was good. "Fine. Explain to me all of... this - whatever 'this' is." She didn't have anywhere to be. That was one of the perks of being unemployed; her schedule was almost always free. That was probably the only perk, actually. Singular 'perk'.