everybody wants to rule the world [noah]

[KENNEDY NYOTA GARDNER]

OUTFIT HERE

Every hunter reacted differently after a long night on the watch. Kennedy had just spent the better part of the three hours scouring the forests and for nothing. Granted, she wasn't as tenacious as she used to be on her hunts because her targets were less frequent these days. Ever since her brother had come to Manuka six months prior to her even setting foot in the general vicinity to make sure that it'd be a relatively safe place for her (from dark siders, at least), she had changed her regular modus operandi, and only tracked the supernaturals that wouldn't help her, well, cause. Nobody knew when the war was going to start, and even though she'd heard that there had been talks about “soon” in the private company of her brother and some of the truly powerful leaders of the dark alliance, she didn't know what anyone meant by “soon.” Kennedy chose to function on her own schedule, and while she worked with a purpose, she didn't want to become a complete loser stick-in-the-mud.

After spending most of her life around hunters, and being raised by two of the most well-known hunters in the continental United States, she'd learned that everyone had a different way of cooling down, whether their hunt had been successful or not. Some went for a long work-out where they trained their bodies to the point of exhaustion, some went home and hugged their families, thankful to be alive, and read their children a bedtime story or something. Others wanted to be more social: spending time with their friends at a club, dancing, or drinking the night away.

Kennedy preferred to get drunk alone.

Not sloppy drunk, because she'd been in the business long enough to know that she needed to keep her wits about her. The casino that Manuka boasted had become one of her favorite post-hunt locations because it was centrally located, there were so many people wandering about and minding their own business that she didn't have to worry about being bothered most of the time. It wasn't a bar where people went cruising for other singles to take home – Kennedy wasn't interested in that, at least not most of the time. Of course, like all humans, she had needs, which was why she had a tendency to take home men that were absolutely infuriating to her: the smug, the cocky, the sexual aggressors, and once she got them in her bedroom, she also had a tendency to show them a thing or two. Deep down, Kennedy wondered what it would be like to meet a nice man, who would treat her like a princess, but she knew that it probably wasn't a good idea. Guys like that? Girls like me chew them up and spit them out.

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She had spent a good twenty minutes at a slot machine gambling with nickels and other low coin amounts and actually winning enough to buy the rest of her alcohol allotment for the night. However, the bonus of being at a slot machine was that you basically got your drinks on the house since you were already spending money in the casino. The glass in front of her was empty, and Kennedy frowned, but decided that since she'd started with twenty dollars and was now up to thirty-two, she might as well go cash out and spend the difference on drinks on a bar stool, where she wouldn't have to wait very long for a waitress to deliver. The brunette got her money in cash and shoved the bills into her pants pocket before making her way to an open seat next to a tall, sort of lean-muscled man with dark hair. He kept quiet, and she got the feeling that he wasn't the conversation type, so she didn't mind taking the seat that was directly next to him.

”Can I get another gin and tonic?” Kennedy asked the bartender as she leaned over the counter to get his attention. She knew she was attractive. She knew her looks got her unexpected discounts on drinks and quicker service, so even if nothing else was going to come from it except her not treating this bartender like a complete buffoon, she was more than happy to use what she had to her advantage. The bartender flashed her a smile, and she responded with a hollow one of her own, but he couldn't be perceptive enough to notice that. Then, she settled in and asked him to keep an open tab, because she'd 'be there a while.'

Kennedy was still getting used to Manuka, and while she was very goal-oriented and focused in on what she had to do, she had a long night, and felt like getting a little relaxed. Control freaks like Kennedy didn't easily succumb to lesser needs, but since she was drinking alone, Kennedy didn't mind spending a few drunken hours in her own company. The hunter tossed back the drink, draining it down to half of what she'd gotten in one quick swig and set the glass back down on the counter. Then, she noticed the man sitting next to her staring, and it took everything in her not to chew him out immediately. ”What? You've never seen a woman who can handle booze before?” Kennedy shrugged in a semi-confrontational manner, but went right back to drinking. Maybe he'd learn a thing or two.[/blockquote][/justify]

[NOAH DALLAS TURNER]

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Noah was not one for drinking, or smoking or any of those things that were deemed as recreational. This was solely because it barely had any effect on him, why waste energy on putting something into his body that tasted awful and he didn’t even get the benefits. He is not immune to the effects of alcohol, but it takes a lot of the substance for him to even feel anything. And Noah liked to keep his mind clear; he could not afford to let something clouding his mind cause weakness. That was probably his weakness, not that he knew it, but his biggest weakness was that he wanted to be stronger than everyone all the time. Sure, having little to no emotion was an aid in not giving a damn about anyone but himself, but he didn’t care for getting himself intoxicated. However, Noah did care about making some money, and it seemed like it was easy to cheat people out of money because he could see all cards through their mind. Noah had never claimed to be an honest man. Someone like him couldn’t do honesty anyhow. His fingers itched because he knew he had no jobs for that day, not one to stalk out and plan the perfect kill, but he did need money, and this was why he made his way to the casino.

Noah never really stayed in one place long, before Manuka, Maine he was in Seattle, and before that he was in Arizona, as long as it took him to do what he came to do. And his end aim was Ryland, but he was supposed to wait for word from Jeremiah, and in the mean time he filled his time with other kills. It was always so easy, since the people who needed his services knew how to reach him, but he always hoped for a challenge. It seemed like he wouldn’t be getting one here, because everyone here seemed so pathetic, and weak, their minds clouded with unrequited love, and concerns for disapproving families, and it was enough to make anyone gag. And when it came to danger, well, the reactions even of those who are angels or vampires were laughable. Do these people know nothing? Do they wish to die? Really, Noah was doing all of them a justice. He was inside the casino now, tugging the front of his jacket forward and flexing his shoulders, the cards in his hand damn good, good enough for a large win, but not something that would make people suspicious of cheating. He didn’t care if they did catch him, but he did like this place. It was easy. Everything here was just so easy.

A moment later, he picked up his winnings to trade later, and went to the bar. Sitting down he took a moment to observe. Noah was good at that, observing, and before he could say anything, a woman was sitting beside him. Of course, he saw her coming, but he didn’t find the need to pay any attention to her. She didn’t seem important. Licking his lips, Noah felt the familiar ache in his bones. It only happened once every few months, when he knew that his body’s needs couldn’t be ignored. He was indifferent to sex, but his body, well, it had other ideas. It needed to let out some pent up tension, and there were times when he would let his body indulge in such a menial task that meant nothing to him. However, he didn’t like to go for just ordinary women, he liked them to be striking, noticeable, and that was hard to be. The woman next to him ordered her drink, and he cast his deep brown eyes upon her, assessing her. She had an edge, he could sense that. He could see in her thoughts and he whole being that she wasn’t ... good. He could work with that. He ran a hand through his hair, motioning for the bartender to give him some whiskey which he wouldn’t drink.

It seemed like his gaze was noticed, he knew what she was going to say before she said it, and it was insufferable, the proudness in some people, the defensive edge. Because he saw her knocking back her drink, and his face remained impassive, his own striking features stone cold. Then his lips quirked into a smirk, as his slender fingers held the glass and shook his head. “Oh I assure you, the handling of booze has nothing to do with gender,” He spoke slowly; clearly, the sound of the sentence that she spoke would have irritated him if he had cared enough, but he did not. And he didn’t suppose that she did either. “Though you’re very presumptuous to pretend to know what i’m thinking, it’s a really undesirable quality.” Noah knew she could take a few unkind words, though he knew his breath was wasted. He noted that she was older than him, he could smell the pride on her, the carelessness, and he decided that she would appreciate someone who didn’t just take her harsh words, but someone who provided with a challenge. Noah decided that she would do nicely.

TAGGED: kennedy/cj | WEARING: here | NOTES: ew this post is crap, next one shall be better!

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[KENNEDY NYOTA GARDNER]

Looks like we've got a live one...

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Something about the man's way of speaking was too... eloquent to be modern. Sure, there were some old-fashioned people wandering around, but most of them traveled in giant caravans that smelled like moth balls and rose water. The people she was thinking of, naturally, were the elderly. Now, Kennedy also knew that there were old-fashioned individuals that wore young faces, and that was because they'd be wearing them forever. Ageless. The idea was something that had always been appealing, but before she realized that supernaturals weren't the monsters that she'd been practically forced to see them as, she had to keep that feeling and those thoughts deep down, lest she be judged by her new family. Vengeance was the real reason why she began hunting them in the first place – Kyle had been the second closest person to her, after AJ, of course, and to think that some predator had just taken him used to make Kennedy so sick. It was then that she decided to keep the mindset of 'kill or be killed' and decided that if she was going to hunt, she'd be the best at it. Her perfectionist streak wouldn't allow her to function otherwise, and she began showing up and off to the Montgomerys very early on. Her brother AJ was good, too, but she knew she was on another level.

When he'd been bitten, she'd seen the entire world change before her eyes, because as good as she was, and as much as she loved the hunt and the kill, she knew that she could never hunt AJ, nor harm a single hair on his head. This was her brother... this was her entire world. So, she decided that she'd just let him go and mourn him as if he'd actually died. But, when she'd seen what he could do... how he was not only still living, but he was stronger, faster, maybe even smarter than he used to be, her worldview started to tilt. Now, he was special, and she was just.... ordinary. Then those long hidden thoughts about how she used to wonder how wonderful it would be to live forever and stay young came back, and hit her hard in waves. AJ would get to experience that now, without her, and they did everything together. It was that moment that she realized that supernaturals were superior to humans, and even though sometimes the hunting was for no reason, it was a commonly accepted belief that because humans were superior to, say, cattle, they had the right to hunt and eat them. In Kennedy's mind, with her new information, it wasn't very different at all.

The man next to her was clearly not human, and she smiled a little, calming from her original snapping and putting her shields up, like she always did. ”So you're telling me that you think women are equal to men? Where drinking is concerned, at least.” Kennedy asked, her lips twitching upward ever so slightly in an amused smirk. If he was old-fashioned, and truly old like she suspected, it would be interesting to hear his remark. Now, Kennedy had no real claim in division of genders... she'd want to be the best, no matter what body she'd been born into. She just so happened to be female. She felt that superiority depended on skill, not any innate factor. If you trained hard enough, you could be the best. Plain and simple. Kennedy looked at the man's face, and thought that he was a little effeminate facially, but not unattractive. Kind of looks like a male Keira Knightly... I could live with that.[/color] The hunter didn't typically take people home, but if a man was just the right type of man, she'd consider going home with them when her body developed the urge. Which was rare, if she was being completely honest – she was more ambitious than anything else.

Kennedy grinned when he used the word 'undesirable' to describe her, and it was a legitimate grin. The man might have been more polite than her about it, but she knew when somebody could throw down. And she liked when someone could tolerate her edge. So few people actually could, though she'd witnessed more than a few men who were willing to pretend until she really hurt their feelings. ”I never claimed to be a mind-reader. I was just trying to give you a reason to be staring at me other than just being a run of the mill creep,” Kennedy said, putting the emphasis on her final word and continuing to look at him, her eyebrow completely raised.

Supernatural or no, she wasn't afraid to hold her ground. She'd faced off with some dangerous individuals now, and while these days she was working for them instead of being after them (thanks to AJ's hard work convincing them that she wouldn't flip and rat them out to the hunters), she still knew how to be quite a presence that would make people think twice before striking. Especially in such a public place. ”So, since you've already accused me of being... what was that five dollar word you used? Oh yeah, 'presumptuous',” Kennedy said, putting a snobby accent on the word, just to tease before continuing. ”I won't feel bad about continuing to guess things about you. You holding that scotch to feel special, or are you actually going to drink?” Kennedy asked, then raised her glass, wondering if she'd get him to follow. The alcohol really took a long time to settle in with her, and her mind was still mostly clear, but even drunk, she could hold her own. Although she never liked to get impaired to the point where she'd become sloppy. Her work was much... neater than that, and she planned to keep it that way.[/blockquote][/justify]

[NOAH DALLAS TURNER]

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Although anyone who was in close enough proximity for Noah to hear their thoughts, the matter of the fact was that he liked to ignore them most of the time. Because most of it was pathetic and irrelevant, and Noah simply didn't care. However, if he did take some kind of interested in someone that lasted for longer than a split second, he would pay some attention to what was in their minds. Not many people realised what kind of hybrid he was, the fay side allowing him a taste of the emotions that he didn't have, but knew what they were supposed to taste like, yet the immortal side gave him an insight into the minds around him, and that to Noah made him feel invincible. Because he'd have the upper hand, he'd know fear of his victims and when they were lying, as well as being able to see a blow coming the split moment when someone decided just where they were about to hit. The woman next to him, well, she certainly had some dark undertones that Noah could appreciate. A wickedness in her that most wouldn't expect, from what he could tell from her mind, this state might not have been what she wanted to be. A weak human. Makes someone wonder why she hasn't done anything about becoming ... well ... not human. But these thoughts were literally over a millisecond later, as Noah could have cared less.

Her words made it seem like Noah had something to prove with the answer he was about to give, and he could tell that there was an expectation of him to answer in a certain way. "I think that you shouldn't underestimate someone just because of the body they happen to be in." His voice is low, there wasn't anything to say whether he cared or didn't care what she took from his words, because he was just stating what he thought, take it or leave it. His brown eyes regarded her cooly, and he licked his lips sub-consciously. It was true that Noah was not a man of many words, he didn't think that if it wasn't necessary it should be said, but that meant that he would never speak. A waste of breath a lot of the time, and someone like him got bored so easily. Or well, his mind would go in a state of restlessness and if he was walking among people who could speak, might as well do something about it. Of course, there was one thing that he liked doing more than anything else, and it was his job, sometimes it just happened that he needed to interact, or hos body had it's human urges that he liked to get rid of every once in a while. It helped if the people who was ... helping him out was worth his time. It was hard to find such people, so he settled for those that peaked his interest for longer than a second.

Oh. She was arrogant. Or so it seemed. "You seem to be thinking highly of yourself." Noah smirked a little, the corners of his lips just tilting upwards somewhat, and he tilted his head, taking in the woman's dark skin which glowed pleasantly under the lighting of the bar. Feelings or no, he could appreciate something when it came to hand, as much as he could appreciate something being funny and what not, didn't mean that he particularly had any strong feelings towards it, merely acknowledge and recognised that it was there. That was another thing he looked for when seeking what he needed. Something he recognised as striking. "That every man who lays eyes on you for longer than a second is, as you put it, a 'creep'." If he had cared enough, Noah would have found her whole being ... annoying. But he didn't, and he sat there, his body still, only his head and lips and eyes moving when he needed them. Noah had himself under control most of the time, his body, he could stay as still as a statue when he needed, and make his steps as light as shadows when he needed as well.

Noah didn't bother commenting on the fact that she had given a word materialistic value, and when she commented on the drink in his hand, he blinked and looked down at it, his long fingers wrapped around the glass. "I was so busy being a creep, I didn't realise I should be drinking." Most people would have out a snort or something at the end of the sentence, but his voice was flat, only the hint of that smirk which he had on his lips earlier still there. "Then again, I'd need to consume a whole liquor store for alcohol to have effect on me, so the only option left is to be feeling special." Or a whole other lots of options that she didn't mention that were much more realistic explanations. Noah figured that her sarcastic words, and arrogance were a shield of some kind for being a woman in her field, as many people actually cared whether someone was a man or woman. But for now, her gender was somewhat in question for what he needed. He knew that if it didn't work out it would be no big loss, he'd find someone else for what he needed, but he appreciated her edge.

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The man at the bar was more intelligent than she had expected. Her expectations weren't as much a governing factor in the way she acted in any given moment so much as her 'gut instinct' which had served her well throughout the years. Kennedy needed to be able to tell someone's nature to do her job as a hunter well, so she wouldn't get herself into too much trouble. A little bit of trouble, mild danger, was rather exciting and part of what made her want to keep doing what she was doing, even with AJ no longer fighting at her side and watching her back every time she went out. She'd had many interactions with men in bars, much like this one, but was surprised at how different this particular one seemed to be. Most of the time, men seemed to care more about her physical presence than the words that were coming out of her mouth, and most of the time, she didn't mind so much. She didn't need to be an intelligent powerhouse to men that she was just planning on taking home for one night's worth of stress relief. Still, she wasn't sure why she had chosen to address this particular man. He wasn't striking her as the type she'd want to entertain for a night, but the fact that he seemed to listen quite nicely, and take her antagonistic ways with a grain of salt was quite remarkable. Very few men could take potshots to a number of prideful facets that Kennedy noticed most men kept, when someone was willing to look deep enough. And she enjoyed looking deep enough to find nerves to strike: it was almost a hobby.

”I can under or overestimate someone based on anything I damn well please,” Kennedy said when the 'smart' gentleman spoke up about her initial assessment. Who was he to tell her what she should or shouldn't do, really? How could he possibly know what or who she was, or what she was capable of, even? Kennedy was frequently underestimated by men who thought that their species was all powerful just because of genetics or biology. Her training had served her well throughout the years, and she had a good enough balance of rage and skill to counteract what most foes could throw her way. In her career, it was why she had survived. She wasn't cocky unless she had to be, and didn't fear unless faced directly with death, but even then, she was able to accept death as an inevitable thing. ”Wasn't really looking at your body, either. It's not that impressive. Seen better, seen worse.” This time, she made a blatant effort to stare at him, much like a piece of meat. She knew this stare well, as she'd gotten it from plenty of men in bars; just not this man, which continued to make him interesting.

The banter continued, and it wasn't unpleasant. Still, this one could hold his own, and while she'd never admit it out loud, it was impressive. She gave him due props for being able to stand a combative, confident woman. Apparently, he felt that she thought highly of herself, and Kennedy grinned wickedly. That was definitely true, but for good reason. As far as most mealy-mouthed, weakling women were concerned, she was definitely a step above. Too many women she had crossed paths with valued themselves based on factors that she didn't even deem important: the love of a man or partner, physical beauty, children, other possessions. None of that mattered, really. Not to her. Deciding to take another shot at the stranger, Kennedy raised her eyebrow and narrowed her eyes a little. ”Some people would probably say I'm my own biggest fan. But your wording was interesting: you wanna tell me what I'm thinking? Go for it. Impress me.”

Normally, she would have left his word choice alone, but Kennedy was smarter than she let on most of the time, but this guy seemed to love showing off how smart he was. His body language, his words... they all suggested an elitist attitude that was equal parts attractive and annoying. Most people would have said that she 'must think highly' of herself, instead of using a more present tense wording that suggested he could read her mind. In that moment. Of course, Kennedy knew there were some individuals that could actually read minds. Those people were supposed to be on her list of targets, but some of them weren't worth killing if she could call them allies or make them into allies for her bigger purpose.

Apparently, 'creep' didn't sit well with him. Or, she had the passing thought as she analyzed the stranger a little more closely that maybe, just maybe, he didn't care at all. Maybe all of this was either supremely amusing or nothing at all. Either way, Kennedy could return the sentiment: nothing had to come from this interaction. This stranger was, to her, nothing more than an insignificant speck that was proving to be amusing for the time being. When he was no longer interesting, she'd go on her way. ”Some men are good for other things. Nothing long-term, of course. Anything more than a night and they get annoying, and obnoxious and well... murder's not legal.” Her grin was wicked after she insinuated that she might have some dangerous proclivities.

Next, he turned to bragging, apparently about his drinking prowess. ”Careful, or I'll rob a damn liquor store just to make you prove it,” Kennedy said, giving him a genuine smile. Now, he was actually becoming interesting. So, she dared to take the next step, wondering if he'd respond. ”You have a name, stranger? I'm Kennedy, and I'd say it's nice to meet you, but I'm not sure that it is yet.” It was as friendly as she'd be to strangers, but for now, it would have to do. She doubted that he cared much, anyway, and that was just fine with her.

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[NOAH DALLAS TURNER]

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Thud. Thud. Thud. He listened curiously to his own heartbeat. Not quickened by anything, not startled by her defensive tone at his words. Honestly, she was boring. Like any other woman. He mind giving him insight, clear insight into her life, and she seemed to dwell on things that happened in the past that was pointless. Slow and steady, and his deep brown eyes met hers, his cold, merciless and empty as they always were, but there was no feeling at all. He might as well as been made of stone. "If you say so. Though, if you attack all people who are speaking in your favour, then you're not going to have many people who want to be around you." He told her flatly, no tremor or remorse in his voice because it was her choice to ask him if he thought that 'just because she was a woman'. He didn't care about her gender. Sure, she had boobs and no dick but in the grand scheme of things, how much difference did that made? None, because everyone is equal when they're dead, and she had more chance of dying than he ever would and that was fact.

If he'd cared enough, he would have been amused at her attempts to assert her authority with the blatant staring him down. Her words were meant to affect him, yet they did not. The corners of his lips turned up, barest hint of a smirk. "My body does the job. Anyone's opinion, including yours, is wasted." He shrugged, not biting on her words, not taking offence. "Do looks matter to you?" He asks, not really because he's interested, but she was insisting that men treated her like meat yet she was hypocritical enough to do the same to men. It was laughable really, that society was this messed up. Of course, there was misogyny, but then there were also feminists. There were good people and bad and yet why was one valued higher than the other? His gaze didn't even flicker over her body. She was female, therefore she had the parts that would help him with his release, the tight wound up muscles that were an inconvenience that she could help with.

She wanted him to impress her? Noah ... impressing someone consciously? He guessed she didn't know how his mind worked, that he wasn't here to impress anybody, or to make her feel better about her words because well, it was just a ridiculous notion. "I have nothing to gain from speaking to impress you." He shrugs, because that was the blatant truth. He flicked out his tongue to wet his lower lip a little. "But that is true. You are your own biggest fan. Your arrogance is clear in the colours of your aura, yet in your mind you look down upon those who value materialistic and shallow aspects of humanity, yet you praise yourself for being different, which clearly, with that mindset, you are not." His words are low, his eyes on hers as he leans forward, the close proximity not affecting him and he watched to see if the smile would be wiped off her face. He had gotten a deep look into her mind, he didn't hide his mind reading abilities at all because there was no use and if she was so up her self then she could handle it without getting her panties in a twist. Noah was certain that he would forget about her the moment he wasn't in her presence.

Noah assumed that her words were maybe meant to ... scare him? At least make her seem dangerous, but something told him that she certainly wouldn't shy away from causing death. He could respect people who valued death, though no many appreciated it quite like Noah did. "Legal or not, it happens everyday." He tells her, a chuckle low in throat at the memory of his last victim, her death meticulously planned as he carved her up like a trophy, making sure that she felt every knife wound, every sharp prod at her insides. He'd then made sure that the fire ate her up slowly. Starting from the feet, travelling up the body. Wasn't it one of the worst ways to die? Burning alive? Yet she had been so maimed that she couldn't even protest that. His senses had tingled with the pain and fear and pleading that she had been doing in her mind. Hid fingers itched to carve, yet he held that urge down. For a moment he wondered how far it would take to get this Kennedy to that state. She'd fight him, but she'd never win. "Something tells me you wouldn't shy away from murder, even if for that kind of trivial reason." He murmurs, running a hand through his hair.

"Your efforts would be wasted, I'm not looking for your approval for my claims." He gives her a smile, patronising, knowing that that kind of gesture pissed people off and he wanted her angry. If he was to spend some of his night with her, she shouldn't expect anything nice and slow like most women craved. When she said her name, Noah had known it of course, though her latter words were completely unnecessary and he thought about rolling his eyes to tell her as much. "Noah Turner." He gave it out. Really, he never hid his name, and it did have a reputation. When fifty years ago, he'd broken out of prison with over fifty guards killed. He was a professional assassin, people hired him to kill, and there his name was rather famous as well as the sheer ruthlessness that was Noah. "And I'm not sure whether, in the time that we are to spend in each others presence, you'll feel that it is a pleasure to meet me." He told her, because to most people there was no pleasure in meeting Noah. "Then again, it's for you to decide, Kennedy." He spoke, before raising his glass to her as if in 'cheers' and took a drink out of it, just for the sake of it.

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[KENNEDY NYOTA GARDNER]

The guy at the bar was actually kind of interesting in a 'dead inside' kind of way. Kennedy wasn't special in that she could sense emotions or any of that nonsense, but she had a tendency to think that her instincts about people were pretty spot-on and accurate. This guy... well, she imagined that he had a tendency to give people the creeps if they were easily disturbed or freaked out, just because of his mellow, almost hollow way of speaking and 'smarty pants' vocabulary that almost got on her nerves to the point where she was tempted to be mean. Kennedy was basically fearless, and it was something that AJ had always tried to warn her against – that reckless nature that she hadn't been able to ever shake. Ever since she was a kid, Kennedy had been the first to jump in headfirst even in the most dangerous situations, and now that she was aware of what all really went bump in the night, one might think she'd be a little more wary, have a little more self-preservation, but she didn't. The hunter figured that everyone had an expiration date, but they just weren't allowed to see it, and so when it was her time to go, she'd go, and when her time card was finally punched, she wanted to go out with a bang. Reckless, maybe, but that was just her style. Kennedy had never been one of those people who wanted to die quietly in her sleep, and she already had plans to 'die,' so to speak. Once the other dark siders had all the information they needed on the other hunters in Manuka, AJ was going to turn her into a vampire, and they could be together forever. Then, she'd have real power. ”See, that's just fine by me. I don't tend to have a lot of company because I don't choose to keep a lot of company. Most people just don't know how to handle all of this because I'm not scared to speak my mind.”

Yeah, it bothered her that a lot of people thought that women should be mild and meek, or soft-spoken, and she basically threw her middle finger up to those people and did whatever the hell she wanted to do anyway, and fuck the consequences. Whatever hell or high water she got herself into, the hunter was pretty confident that she could handle it, and if not... well, that's where her whole 'expiration date' theory came into play. She noticed that creepy's lips curled up a little bit right before he informed her that his body could 'do the job' and asked her about her value in looks. Kennedy grinned, a little bit wolfish and wicked, then locked her eyes onto the man's in a completely fearless manner. ”Yeah, they fucking matter. Why would I waste my time with someone who wasn't a physically beautiful specimen when I can have my pick of the litter? Ugly people, they're the ones that have to settle.” The brunette raised an eyebrow, just a little flicker of emotional curiosity on her face before she turned it back on him. ”Something tells me that looks don't matter to you, do they? Unless you're just as shallow as I am, in which case, cheers.” Kennedy bit her bottom lip. ”To selfish hedonism.” She didn't even wait for him to respond before she took a long swig of her drink and noticed that he'd still barely touched his. Pansy.

The conversation actually got interesting when he basically outed himself as a super to her. Kennedy wasn't going to let him know that she was a hunter, although since he could likely read minds as well as auras, he probably already knew that she was human. So, there was a question in her mind: give herself away as a human that was aware of the supernatural world and give him a reason to suspect 'hunter,' or play dumb? Well, Kennedy wasn't the type to play dumb, but in this case... ”That's some cool psychic shit. You do that for a living or something? Read people's 'auras' and other bullshit? How much I owe you, Miss Cleo?” Kennedy was a brat, and she knew it, but if he could read minds like she thought he probably could, she was going to give him a hell of a hard time. It was something the Montgomerys had taught her – she could clear her mind and control her thoughts to a certain degree, make sure nothing slipped in that might negate the words she was giving him. ”Although, you basically just told me everything I already told you, and already knew. Are you like that John Edwards guy that swindles people out of their money by helping them with 'closure' from lost loved ones? Because that shit is sneaky, and I kind of like it.”

After a minute, she had basically pegged the guy as an immortal, which was just fine by her. If someone wanted something badly enough to sell their soul for it, she couldn't really hold it against them. It was a conscious choice, and even though one could technically be born into immortality with the right genetic cocktail, most still went about it the old-fashioned way. Now, they were talking about something she actually liked: murder. Well, for her it wasn't technically murder: so many hunters had their code that made them feel like they were doing the world some kind of favor by ridding the world of monsters, saving humanity, blah, blah... she had subscribed to that nonsense once upon a time, but now she found a higher calling. Now, she had a better understanding of what was out there, and knew that they were better than the humans. Why shouldn't they have control? The world might be a better place for it, and from what she knew of many dark siders, their loose moralities allowed them to have a hell of a lot of fun, which was pretty important to someone like Kennedy.

”Sometimes tells me that you might actually be a mind reader. Some people just need killing... and it's not always people on the end of my knife.” That was as much of a hint as this guy would get as to her true identity, even though she wasn't really the typical hunter anymore. They exchanged names, and she knew that if he was in cahoots with some of the major players in town – most of whom saw her as a valuable asset – he'd know who she was. Creepy, who she now knew to be called 'Noah,' continued to give her little thought-provoking statements, and she wasn't really sure why, but she was curious enough and getting intoxicated enough to roll with it, even though she was nowhere near wasted. She didn't trust this guy enough to get wasted – that was how people lost fights. ”I'd say that most people don't exactly enjoy your company, and we can see if I end up skewing the average assessment of you, how's that, Noah?” Kennedy raised her glass and met his, then smirked when he actually drank out of it. Then, she ordered another round for herself, and waited to see where the evening would lead.

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