.:The Cornered:.-Romance & Action-.:The Deadly:.

[TheUnderDog]

Juliet frowned a little, her eyebrows raised. "What happenned to the woman?" She asked Alex curiously. There were plenty of people named Jack, of coarse. So hell no would the Jack who Alex is talking about would be the same Jack that her mom fell in love with, then gave up on. 'Cause that would be considerably freaky. And then even Alex would be son of Xander that her mom talked about.

Closing the door behind him, Julian locked the door and smiled back at her, nodding. "You're welcome," He told her, grabbing a towel nearby and rubbing the water out of his hair. This made his hair all messy, but he didn't mind. "I have no lice or dandrif, do you want to use the towel?" He asked her, holding out the towel to Azura. At the same time, he took off his jacket and hung it up.

[ShadowHunteress]

Azura took the towel from him and dryed out her hair, "Thanks." She said handing it back to him. "So this is all yours?" She asked looking out a window.

[TheUnderDog]

Grabbing the towel, he threw it onto the chair. He walked into the kitchen, and then poured himself a cup of coffee. "Do you want some?" He asked her, holding out a mug of coffee that wasn't used. It has probably been a while since he showed such hospitality to a stranger for a while.

[ShadowHunteress]

"Sure." Azura said as she took the cup, "Thanks." She sipped some. "It must get lonley out here."

[Tessa!]

( I'm assuming my characters are still in the same place :B )

Siberia twisted a small amount of hair around her finger until it was secured in place. Beginning to pull on it, she hummed Bad Fever by The Asteroids Galaxy Tour. She had to admit that it was her favourite song other than some of her other fellow singers. Ones she someday hoped to meet. But of course she was simply just a silly old girl hoping for any miniature miracles to occur; no miracle whip that is. Besides she was still hitting it young and she had plenty of years to waste away before truly settling down. She took out her pocket watch and a small chocolate bar in which she'd celebrate with. It gave her that warm fuzzy feeling inside her stomach.

Blair threw the scissors back onto the counter and then hurried out of his mother's salon to go off for a relaxing day in the park. Or he hoped it would be relaxing. He sort of hoped he'd run into someone, someone who he could talk to for the afternoon. Perhaps only fifteen minutes really. Kids at a beauty parlour didn't count. Those were simply little pests in which he couldn't stand in the least. What good were they other than a quick small meal. Or a delectable dessert. He threw his hands around his head and ruffled his hair as he entered the park, settling down in one of the swings.

[TheUnderDog]

"Like I said, it does get very lonely when it's only yourself, horses, and a depressed twin sister," Julian agreed with her, pouring his own cup and taking gulps of it. The coffee wasn't that hot to him, and he loved the hot feeling that went down him as he drank it. It made him feel warmer, especially in this weather. "You're welcome, by the way. Oh do you have any relatives? Like, as in sibilings?" He asked her curiously, leaning against the counter in the kitchen. It was an almost alluring stance he accidently does a lot without knowing. He's like his mother sometimes, subconciously looking sexy and not even noticing.

((Yeah, sadly neither of my characters are up for the talkin'. >>;))

[ShadowHunteress]

Azura looked at him, "No, they all died when I was younger." She said. She couldn't help looking at him.

[TheUnderDog]

"That sucks," Julian murmured sympathetically as he gazed back into Azura's stare. His eyes were softly edged with a warming sensation and a twinkle of longing for acceptance. However, it seemed that this girl had all ready accepted him, even though he would've liked it if he heard it from Azura herself. "By the way, what's your name? I'm Julian Butcherson."

[ShadowHunteress]

She shrugged,then she smiled at him, "Im Azura Nacht, nice to meet you Julian." She smiled as she looked at him, this was the longest conversations she'd had in a long time.

[Tessa!]

Blair swayed slowly on the swing thinking about what he'd do for the rest of his life. He came up with a million different possibilities but nothing really seemed to intrigue him. If he wanted he could take over his mother's business but he never really cared for cutting hair or sweeping it up either. Or he could probably run off somewhere and start up his own business but nothing inspired him. What was he to create? Random things that he hoped someone would purchase. A long darkened sigh escaped his throat as he leaned against one of the ropes holding up the swing.