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Post by remy on May 11, 2013 17:57:40 GMT
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Like hunting. Truthfully, if any supernatural knew what kind of fear he had when he approached one of them, they would probably take advantage. His fear is what made him survive. Fear gave him the proper adrenaline. It gave him quick thinking without hesitation because he knew what would happen if he hesitated at the proper moment. He couldn’t hunt all the way like he normally did. It just meant killing a little sooner. Remy’s stomach turned. Killing always seemed like too harsh of a word. Getting rid of the world of evil should have had another word for it. Anything that wasn’t natural. Supernaturals were defined in just their name that they weren’t natural beings. All that showed in their hearts was hate, greed, and selfishness. Other softer hunters had tried to convince him that they weren’t all evil. Some of them had families and had love in their lives. All the love was confused for lust and all the families didn’t really mean they liked people. Criminals had families, did they not? Some of the most evil people traveling this earth had family. Family meant nothing.
The man was stubborn on his views. There wasn’t anything that was going to change them. If he had a close personal friend who turned up to be supernatural, he would have no hesitation in stabbing them in the back- literally in most cases. It wasn’t an easy job. If it were, everyone would be doing it. The selected few had to be strong enough. Not physically per say (as Remy didn’t’ care how strong you were, the supernatural were always going to be physically stronger) but mentally. Smart. Witt. That was how Remy had hunted all this time. He had managed to survive, knowing he wasn’t able to out run or fight. It all had to be games of the mind. That caused a heavy toll on him, and Remy was sure that he was starting to close go crazy from all this hunting. Eventually he wasn’t going to end up just like his sister, but he would keep pushing until that point. It was his job. It was what he was meant for. Lately, he hadn’t been doing it, and he felt bad about it. So now he found himself sitting at more of the classy bars in the upper state, hoping to see some of the more powerful supernaturals there. Specifically- one of a high family.
Not to say that he would pass the opportunity if there was another supernatural that wasn’t part of a big family. His goal was just for one, so it didn’t matter on the one. Currently, Remy was playing as a traveler, exploring the country and all the little communities on the road. Every time, he was a different person. He was acting, all the time. When he killed an Ellis, he was playing as a jewelry store owner. When whoever was concerned about the dead supernatural (for own selfish reasons he was sure) would come looking for them, anything they heard was information about a made up hunter. In the end, Remy was always the same. The same killing. Why would he changed if it worked? However, he couldn’t continue to play the same guy or he was sure he would soon be discovered. His role was directed towards the fact that a handsome traveler was curious, smart, and excited about the little city of Manuka. Needed someone to meet and explore with. His seducing little tone always suggesting something more.
The blond sat, having his bag on the table as if he were looking for some company. The proper weapons he needed were hidden. Some in the cloth of the leather bag on the table. Some of it was in his pockets and in his socks. His favorite weapon was the knife. Clean. Quiet. Very subtle and no one would be able to see it coming if there was the correct moves for it. Remy was on a hunt, but he always wanted to make sure he was one hundred percent on the woman being a supernatural. Sometimes, if he found a human he liked, he’d take her home anyway, but being tied in a relationship, he couldn’t do that now. Which was partly killing him since the man was a bit of a sex addict, but he would try for Kinsley. He was trying. Usually when scouting, he would find the most beautiful individual there, holding up their head high in vanity. That was always it. Remy watched carefully as his eyes darted across the bar, waiting. Just. Waiting.
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Post by KATIRENA EVANGELINE DEL MAR on May 12, 2013 6:53:56 GMT
I'll never stop breaking the law for you. Katerina has been through a few bad days here and there, the night she was turned the worst so far, but lately the days seemed to blur together into a bad day montage. Her days were dreary and dull, and her nights were spent combing the streets following lead after lead on her brother, Titan. When her brother was eighteen, her was attacked by a werewolf and turned. At the time Kat was only fourteen, so she had no knowledge of of the supernatural until four years later when she was attacked herself. When her brother left abruptly after he was bitten, Katerina had no idea why and she had millions of questions for him, so when she was bitten too, everything clicked for her. She immediately knew why Titan had left, and she was able to glue the pieces together. Kat left home days after being turned, a young eighteen year old child with no clue of the world, in search of her brother. At the time, she had no idea what to expect, and her only focus was Titan, finding Titan. Her search lead her from her home in Ontario all the way to the Islands of Fiji and Jamaica. Along the way, Kat found out what a terrible person her brother had become; he’d completely embraced his werewolf side. Titan lived for the change, and he was totally in tune with his wolf side, something Katerina wasn’t. Naturally Kat had all the heightened abilities that being a werewolf entailed, but she wasn’t okay with it. She didn’t enjoy overhearing someone’s conversation from across the room, or smelling someone from miles away. Having all this strength physically, jumping higher, running faster, punching harder, wasn’t something Kat wanted. And that’s not even the half of it. Ever since she was turned, her emotions have been heightened immensely. The person Katerina was years ago, is now that same person but on steroids. Kat no longer had control of her feelings, they had control of her. If she got too upset or too angry or even too happy, the wolf inside her comes alive. It was like a trigger. This left Kat with no choice but to live her life as under the radar as possible. She has learned how to avoid getting to emotional, but her control had a limit. If Kat were to get in a bar fight for example, after a few heated exchange of words, her body would start to get hot, and her eyes would flare a bright red, a sign her wolf side was coming to life. No matter how hard she tried to hold back, her eyes were her giveaway. Bars weren’t her cup of tea. Or should I say, pint of beer. Katerina had a powerful distaste for bars and nightclubs, something about the closed in space and alcohol filled customers made Kat uneasy. There was always the possibility of something happening, but when alcohol was involved, people were stupider than usual. Kat had a dislike for stupid people too, so you can see why she isn’t much of a drinker. The only reason she was here tonight, was for Titan. Her most recent lead was from a Richie rich vampire. Kat had found her at one of Titan’s hang outs, a club of course since Ty lives to party, and they’d arranged to meet here at the round table. Normally Katerina avoided vampires as well, but in the journey after he brother, she’d meet every supernatural creature the world has to offer. This girl’s story had checked out and matched up with a previous lead Kat had, had earlier in the week. With great reluctance, Katerina entered the bar, and examined the room. Whenever she went anywhere, Katerina had to scope out her surroundings, one of the survival instincts instilled in her by the wolf side of herself. Her dark brown eyes examined the room, traveling from left to right, and back again. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and everyone here smelled human, so the tension she’d been feeling moments ago eased slightly. Her vampire hadn’t arrived yet, so she decided to take a seat. Taking in a deep breath, Kat mad her way to the bar, wanting to blend in as much as possible. As she approached however, she got this heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Kat knew this feeling…and it made her go numb. There was very little she feared, being a vicious supernatural predator shortens the list tremendously, but what she was feeling was pure fear. It had been nearly a year since Kat had ran into a hunter, and the last time she did, her life nearly ended. Kat was very cautious in covering her tracks thoroughly, and she always triple checked to make sure she left no trace of ever existing anywhere. Her body immediately went into survival mode, and her emotions were slowly beginning to take over. It was only a matter of time before her eyes flared red, and she would be forced to run. For the moment however, Katerina decided to try and go unnoticed as long as possible. So she played it cool. Taking a seat at the bar counter, just a few chairs down from the sand haired hunter, she swallowed hard. ”Bourbon please. On the rocks.” she said to the bartender once she was settled in her seat. He gave a gentle nod and began making her drink, and slid it across the bar towards her within a few seconds. She smiled weakly at him, an unspoken smile, and grabbed her drink. Katerina hated alcohol. The only reason she even ordered anything was so that she didn’t appear out of place in a bar full of normal drinkers. I mean there was a hunter just a few feet away from her, so normal was of upmost importance right now. Instead of actually drinking her bourbon however, she traced her fingers over the top of the glass, hoping to appear as a troubled woman, debating over whether or not to take a sip. Cautiously though, she glanced over at the hunter, her brows pressed tightly together as a bead of sweat traveled down the nape of her neck. TAG: Remy CLOTHES: here WORDS: 1040 NOTES: Sorry it took me so long to reply! Its that time of year ya know, finals, exams the usual agonizing task of finishing school x3 I'll never stop helping to pull you through. |
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Post by remy on May 30, 2013 3:36:22 GMT
[style=line-height: 100%; width: 400px; letter-spacing: 1.7px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 30px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000; color: b7b7b7;]DARLIN YOU'LL BE OKAY IF YOU WERE ME YOU'D DO THE SAME CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE There were some hunters that were able to tell a supernatural just by looking at them. Some it was just this human instinct and others it was years of experiencing and knowing what to look for. Remy was not one of these hunters. While he was hunting, he was just going to have to go for one of them. If it turned out being human, fantastic. Remy was able to make a new friend. At the very least make some type of friend and someone he was able to trust not to stab him in the back much like a supernatural would. Not to say humans wouldn’t do the same thing, but with supernatural it was always one hundred percent stab in the back. Always. If it was a supernatural like he thought, he had a job to do, and he was going to do it. Someone else to cross off the list. One less out there to kill something else. One less out there to damage an oblivious poor being. That was his job. That was why he drove himself crazy. Normally, there would be more involved supernatural or human, but he was dedicated to Kinsley now. He wasn’t able to do stuff like that no matter how much it was nagging him.
It wasn’t a surprise that Remy was automatically looking at the most attractive. A trait in supernaturals was the ability to look amazing. It was another thing for humans to be lured into. It was something that was built into their evil inhuman natures. Something else that was able to draw others in. If all else failed, he’d know another person. He was normally attracted toward blondes the most (considering his history with Tess and Kinsley), but Talia showed that he was attracted to the opposite as well. The darker skin and dark hair type of ones. So when one entered the room, he was sure he wasn’t the only eyes in that direction. This woman was beautiful. Someone that didn’t look like she belonged in a place like this. In his experience, that was usually the biggest clue if someone was a supernatural or not. She seemed nervous. Remy was doing pretty well. He even saw her look over at him. His whole job was to study people, so examining her, he saw the nervousness was a little more obvious. Sure, to those not paying attention, she just looked like an ordinary woman drinking and looking like something was on her mind. Someone that was looking closely might have able to sweet the sweat starting on her forehead.
This was his cue. This was his time. Remy had to make a mental note to drop the Cajun accent. It was hard, and he hated the way he his voice sounded without it- even if at a small age he had grown up with a regular American accent. However, it was easier to identify a Cajun instead of identifying the regular blonde man that was hitting on her. It was all about making him look like everyone else in that bar. So if he was going to stick out at all, he better be sticking out as someone else. Someone that no one else knew. Someone under a fake name, different every time. He would be a brilliant actor if he weren’t so caught up in this job. Watching and waiting, fighting for not only his life, but for the life of others as well. Waiting for only a moment, he got up and carried his stuff over to the spot next to her, attempting to appear like a casual confident young man who didn’t know any better. Even before he was a hunter, Remy was never one of these people. He was so good at playing as one of the outcasts because he used to be one. He used to be the loner that not many others talked to. He was okay with that. He was certainly okay.
Maybe he should try a fake accent. It occurred to him that maybe he ought to, but unfortunately, he wasn’t good at faking accents he hadn’t caught before. It just sounded fake, and everyone was able to tell what was real and what was fake when it came to accents. Especially popular ones. So all he could focus on was dropping his own and try to behave like the people of Manuka. Like the people he grew up not awfully too far from this place. Relatively speaking. He missed his family. He also missed the family he thought would believed his sister when that really happened to her. It was the reason he was a hunter. It was the reason he went up to this strange woman to test it out, ”Isn’t bourbon a little strong for someone who looks like you?” He asked, not liking the way it felt on his tongue already, trying not to think of how he was going to have to use this the entire night. Remy had to do what he had to do. There were cops who had a hard time with undercover work. They didn’t have a clue in the world what it was like to do something like this. To lie every point to go out and kill someone in order to protect someone else. The killing part was always strange to him. Messed with his mind. They looked like humans. They acted like humans. They weren’t, but they acted as innocent, so it always warped his head. He had to forget it all if he was going to survive. But he never could.
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Post by KATIRENA EVANGELINE DEL MAR on Jun 17, 2013 5:23:50 GMT
I'll never stop breaking the law for you. Since she’d walked into the bar, the feeling of being watched was all too familiar. Since Kat had been turned, her sex appeal and just her presence seemed to go up about ten notches, leaving her with eyes always on her. It made sense though, and she understood why she was more attractive than most. Werewolves, or any supernatural for that matter, was naturally and instinctively a predator. And what better way to hunt down prey then attracting them in plain sight. It was basically the age old tale of a wolf in sheep’s clothing, the power of illusion. Over the year’s Kat quickly learned how to use this allure in her favor, whether it was persuading a police officer out of a ticket, or batting her eyelashes till she got all her groceries for free in exchange for her number(which was always a mix of random numbers, never her actually phone number). So this feeling of eyes on her from all corners of the room was familiar and didn’t bother Kat, until she felt a pair of eyes from a few bar seats down, watching her much too intently. The hunter was staring her down, whether he was being subtle about it or not, Kat had caught his attention. This was the last thing she needed right now. Katirena was too close to finding her brother to be caught up in avoiding some hunter. She didn’t have time to waste plotting her escape and retracing her every step for the next week to make sure she’d lost him. From the moment she sniffed him out, she’d been on edge, and she hated having her guard up like this. In fact, it pissed her off more than anything. This was usually how Kat dealt with hunters. First come’s the fear, then the thoughts of escape, and finally the anger. To Kat, this was some kind of instinctual thing because whenever she felt fear, anger quickly followed, which allowed her to change into her wolf alter ego and defend herself. She knew when to recognize the cycle, and once she reached fury, her wolf side was just moments away from being unleashed. The fact that he was so close made her want to shift, and rip his head off. Without being able to hold back, a muffled growl rumbled deep inside her throat and Kat had to clench her fists for a moment to regain control over the wolf within. If they weren’t inside with humans everywhere, Katirena would have shifted in seconds, and been ready for a fight. Keeping her cover and her brother’s cover safe was the only thing holding her back. Normally werewolves didn’t travel alone; the need for a pack thing was too strong. So for a hunter, where there was one, there was always another somewhere, and Kat couldn’t risk that. The sound of footsteps echoed in Katirnea’s head as loud as sirens, and it caused her to tilt her head away from the sound. Her hearing was so accurate; she was able to pinpoint which direction, how fast they were coming, and the weight of the person they belonged to, which gave away the gender of the owner. When she calculated all of this together, it left her with the conclusion that the hunter was making his way towards her. “Are you fucking kidding me.” she hissed under her breath just before he took the empty seat next to her. Gathering all her strength, and faking abilities, she turned back towards him. Her human act was triggered. “I’m going to take that as a compliment,” she said smoothly, pasting a sly grin on her face, “on both my looks, and my ability to drink.” As she spoke, she looked at him directly, showing that the fear she did have wasn’t going to keep her from confronting him. Kat wasn’t afraid of a challenge, and the rage boiling beneath her skin was only fuel for her act. She even gave a slight raise a of a brow, a more obvious challenge to see it he’d take the bait. As she watching him intently, Katirena couldn’t help but wonder where this guy got the balls to approach her. In all her years of dealing with hunters, very, very few had the audacity to challenge her directly. And the ones who did, never lived to tell the tale. The predator side of Kat was actually hoping he’d call her out so she could release all this pent up anger. The wolf almost needed the fight, yet another downfall to the werewolf species. Walking away from a fight wasn’t something they knew how to do. They were almost always the ones to start one because of their heightened emotions, and instinctive fighting abilities. Initially he didn’t look like the type in Kat’s opinion. If anything, he gave the impression of more of a loner, someone who avoids confrontation. His messy blond hair and calm cool and collected appearance just didn’t strike Kat as a hunter. But she knew all too well about the wolf in sheep’s clothing trick, she practically lived it. “You’ve got some balls to come up to a complete stranger and criticize her on her drink of choice.” And this time she gave him a firm look before she took another swig of her drink. TAG: Remy CLOTHES: here WORDS: NOTES: gahh ! sorry for sucha late post. Kat's a thread whore  I'll never stop helping to pull you through. |
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Post by remy on Jul 4, 2013 2:33:23 GMT
[style=line-height: 100%; width: 400px; letter-spacing: 1.7px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 30px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000; color: b7b7b7;]DARLIN YOU'LL BE OKAY IF YOU WERE ME YOU'D DO THE SAME CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE Sometimes, his character changed throughout the night. It usually didn’t change in the middle. No- it was always mostly forming and changing in the very beginning. Most of the time, the person that he thought up to act as wasn’t the same person he was when the night ended. It was fine. No matter what happened, the man wasn’t going to be him. Remy learned to be flexible. Clever. Supernaturals having no idea it was a hunter they were talking to and seducing them back to their place. Or his place- usually it was easier at hers because there were always the witnesses who saw ‘a woman who fit the description going with him to his place’. As opposed to a guy who appeared like him (but clearly different by the way he walked and talked) going to hers. It was a better explanation. Usually the cops were good about that. About fifty percent of the police force were hunters. The chief of police was Jackson Duval, and everyone who knew of the supernatural world knew of him.
Coming off as a cocky asshole was one way to go. He didn’t mean it that way, but he supposed if there was something to come off of. Remy had been originally been going for charming, but this woman had detected a different kind of way. It was one of those women, huh? Which surprised him. Those kind of women weren’t typically in this type of bar area. At all. Perhaps she was just trying to calm down after a frustrating time. Sometimes in the mist, he did get to discover what was bothering the monsters. It was strange because it sounded like they had actual people problems. He supposed if she was dealing with all sorts of different supernatural, there was going to be serious problems. Accidently killing the wrong person or something. Remy’s view on supernaturals was extremely narrow, but it was how he made sure he drove. If he stopped to think about exceptions, there would be too many deaths on his shoulder. Too many to look back and wonder. No. Couldn’t happen. They were all bad. Or he was going straight to hell.
At first, he thought she was going for it. A sly smile on her face, putting almost a dangerous look on her features. Remy wasn’t able to tell one hundred percent what this was or if it was anything but human, but he did have a feeling just from that. He wasn’t experienced enough to just look at someone and get a strange ‘tug’ like other hunters could. Besides, Remy thought he needed pretty solid evidence before going off and killing someone. Even if he was almost positive, he had to be all the way positive. No doubts about it, witnessed it before, and there wasn’t a human vain lurking in their blood. Only exception to that might have been hybrids, but that was an entirely different subject anyway. Considering he had to live with the fact his dear innocent sweet sister was dating one. It made him cringe. ”It is a compliment.” Man, pronouncing ‘ts’ like everyone else did was so strange. Another knot tied in his stomach to make him feel sick, but that could have been him being in the presence of a supernatural. ”I was just surprised.” He did have to say that much. A cocky smile went on his face while his navy eyes peered at her. Those eyes that looked dark from the side, but direct, anyone could see the clear blue glimmer.
Huh, that much was true. He had the ‘balls’ to do more than that. It didn’t take a coward to go out in front of people’s worse nightmares and hunt them down. He was sure that something was wrong with him. Who in their right mind would go after the scary things in the dark on purpose? To make it for a better world? By the end of the day, no one knew. No one understood how he must have saved many lives with one swift move of his knife. Obviously someone who chose to live like he did had some serious issues. Remy never disagreed with that. He just didn’t move in to change that. He took a vacation and that was enough. Back on track. This woman didn’t have the slightest clue how brave he was. Even if Remy wouldn’t have thought it that way. Fear every time. Giving him the adrenaline he needed. ”That I do have.” Smirking, ”Believe me. I thought it was interesting. Not everyday you see it, you know? In fact, I don’t recall seeing you in this place before.” A total bluff since he had no idea what type of crowd went here. She didn’t fit in, but how did he know?
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Post by KATIRENA EVANGELINE DEL MAR on Aug 5, 2013 2:48:24 GMT
I'll never stop breaking the law for you. Kat could tell this was going in the one direction she didn’t want it to go. Small talk. Small talk is never fun, no matter the situation someone is in. In this case, small talk was a way of telling how much the other person knew. Katirena has come across a few hunters in her time that use this tactic , and in each one, the conversation is always a deadly dance. One person always knows a more than the other and the trick is trying to find out just how much, without making it obvious. You have to learn to focus on the little details and determine what each one means or could mean. So Kat began putting together as many pieces as she could, starting with the small talk. Experience told her that if a hunter needed to strike up a friendly chat with a supernatural, it usually meant they needed to get closer in order to confirm whether or not someone really was supernatural. Kat was going to assume that this hunter was no different. He had a feeling something abnormal was here, so he was going to zero in on the most likely subject, Kat. Being the werewolf that she was, Katirena was more noticeable than any of the other humans in the bar, her enhanced beauty just and added perk to being supernatural. “Well I’ll take a compliment from a handsome man any day.” She grinned slyly, giving her new friend an obvious once over; Kat wanted him to notice her noticing him. Making it know that she wasn’t intimidated by him was a key part in trying to figure out how much he really knew, and what Kat’s going to do next. She was going to have to try and keep as much of her supernatural abilities hidden as she could, which wasn’t always easy. If this hunter pushed the right buttons, Kat might not be able to hold herself back. She raised a brow again when he said he was simply surprised. “There are plenty more surprises where that one came from if you decide to stick around..” And her face was as flirtatious as she could make it, before taking another swig of her drink. As he spoke Kat was trying to figure out where he was from. Someone could easily learn how to drop, or pick up, an accent if they’ve been around a place long enough. Hell, Kat should have put one on herself. In her last town, she was known for her British accent. The town before that, she had a wicked Brazilian tongue, which was Kat’s personal favorite. Damn it, she cursed at herself. She sighed quietly, and tried to put the thought out of her mind. The more Kat thought about it however, if she had put on an accent, she might have stood out more than she’d like to. Nonetheless, it made her wonder if this hunter was doing the same. It’d be smart to use one, but easier not to. If he was, and he wasn’t an expert at it, at some point he was bound to slip up. “I’m sure you do.” she smiled smoothly, and she let her eyes linger on his figure a little bit longer than she normally would and then looked back up at him. When he said he hadn’t seen her around before that was her first red flag. As much as she despised bars, since she’d been in Manuka, this was always her bar of choice when it came to a drink or when she was meeting with someone. She wasn’t a regular, but she did come enough times for the bartender to know what she orders the few times she does decide to drink. Kat didn’t want him to know she’d picked up on something so she decided to play along with his bluff. “ You caught me,” she laughed gently, “this is actually my first time here. I’ve heard good things, and so far it’s living up to those recommendations.”TAG: Remy CLOTHES: here WORDS: 667 NOTES: I was experiencing some technical difficulties, but all is good now !l I'll never stop helping to pull you through. [/quote] |
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Post by remy on Aug 23, 2013 22:33:26 GMT
[style=line-height: 100%; width: 400px; letter-spacing: 1.7px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 30px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000; color: b7b7b7;]DARLIN YOU'LL BE OKAY IF YOU WERE ME YOU'D DO THE SAME CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE New hunters made a very common mistake when trying to deal with supernaturals. All the rookies thought (and he did it too) they were going to pound the supernatural in one try and in one night. For Remy, it happened pretty frequently, but only for the reasons of his tactics. It wasn’t always like that, however. In most cases, the hunter had to track them for days on end, fighting off and on, winning some and almost dead on others. It was the drive they had to continue. In fact, for Remy, this might not be the last night he had to see her. Figuring out if someone was a supernatural was harder than it seemed. Remy was almost positive though. If not, he could always take her home and plan for the next time. Sometimes it did take time, but if that’s what it took to get another scum off of the Earth, that was what Remy was going to do.
A flirtatious side kicked on like he had suddenly hit a hidden switch. He didn’t show surprise in his face by the sudden movement. He looked as if he were slightly expecting it. If he was going to play this card correctly, he was going to have to go with anything. Except all the surprises. Remy would love to say expect the unexpected, but it wasn’t even that. Everything was ready for him. There was no way to prepare for it besides a steady hard face. Once you locked into a certain face, it was harder to lock out of it. He watched as she started to fall right into the plan he was wanting. If this could just continue for a couple of more moments, that would be insanely handy. Walking in, he thought this was going to be a challenge (he was not the type to like challenges when it came to a hunt), but as it turns out, it was easier. Which relaxed him a little bit. ”Oh handsome, you are far too kind.” Almost slipping into an accent he didn’t want to take, but being ever so extremely careful about it.
She was hinting more, but sometimes it just ended up being a large tease. After all the women that Remy had ran after, he found that was more common than not. Girls liked to tease, liked to play, but when it came to the actual event, they’d rather not. Which was fine. A woman respecting herself was fine, and Remy did not see them any differently. But the same went vise versa as well. Humans made it easier for him to not judge, but that didn’t mean it didn’t happen. With people who liked the same sex, for example. Remy hated it. He was very frowned upon for his lookout on it, but it wasn’t as if he was going to change his mind anytime soon. New Orleans changed the man in ways his whole life growing up in a city around him hadn’t done. ”Shall I stick around then?” Dangerous considering if she said no, he would have to be a little more persuasive. Not exactly leave though she would have suggested it. It just made his job a little harder.
A gentle laugh escaped her lips, and Remy’s arm hairs stood up. Always trust your human instincts when it came to hunts. Your body knew more than your mind did at times. It was up to Remy to pay attention to the small signs. He wasn’t sure why that laugh had done that to him. Another famous hunter had spoken to told him after a while, you could look at another supernatural and more than not know if it was human. Maybe this was Remy’s small transition into figuring out just by body language. Still, again, he showed no signs of changing in his face. His eyes lingered on her, seeing earlier he was being lingered on. ”It is a good place. Out of all the bars here, it is one of my favorites,” Not really a lie but Remy disliked the loudness of bar scenes, ”Where else have you gone?” Conversation. Where did other supernatural hang out, where they weren’t allowed.
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