HIDING in a JAR . open .

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karma police, arrest this man

HE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.
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<sup>Humans. The very thought of them made him either want to pity them or to cry. Most of the time it was the first option rather than the latter. Especially with their...emotions. How they liked to play with each other, he'd seen it so many times over the centuries, he knew better now. They were all deceiving in the end, only seeking to gain what they could gain the most of. Power, wealth, fame, what-ever it may be, he knew most of the time people had a motive for what-ever they did. He stuffed both hands into the pockets on his pants, not wanting to have a fit right in the middle of the multiplex in the town. Oh no. That was another reason for his own garage which he owned and ran, was outside of the bloody city, at least somewhat, so that he didn't need to worry about while he was working on a car, someone poking their nose in on his business. Snorting softly, he then muttered a few words in Spanish, before running a hand through dark hair on his temples, before continuing along the walk-way, not really paying that much attention as he entered a bar there. Granted he figured most people in here were supernaturals, his eyes landed on their auras, watching them carefully. He paid no heed to their thoughts, mainly because some of them were the same thing, others - variations of the main thing. Approaching the bar, he ordered a quick, small drink, one that would cost quite a bit, but the drink was strong. Not that it mattered, it took quite a bit of drinks to get him drunk, this wouldn't even get him a buzz.

Eyes shifted slightly when a tinted pink aura appeared in the corner of his eye, and a brunette sat down by him, grinning coyly at his order, he remained silent, listening to her words, "I don't remember seeing you before..." A hand lifted, and he moved away smoothly, before he answered calmly, downing the drink rather quickly, setting a 10-dollar bill on the counter, "That's because I rarely come here, darlin'."</sup>

[/color] he reassured her, before grinning politely to the bartender, winking to the girl and heading back outside in to the twilight. Oh yes, fun indeed. Maybe stop by the arcade, see how well he could do in there. The children and their games these days. His games - training. Training to be a soldier, there were no such things as fake guns, there were swords, knives, shields and the wits and will to survive. A hand raised up, brushing against the crescent moon-shaped scar that was on his left cheek. The only mark he ever had on his body anymore. Tattoos vanished within the hour of getting them, and any needles or metal, anything that tried to pierce his skin - shattered, broke. Nonetheless, he certainly didn't mind it, that way if he did ever get kicked off a horse, or got kicked by one, he wouldn't die. Chuckling softly at the thought of one of his horses kicking him, that he surely doubted.

The Immortal grunted slightly when he accidentally collided with someone, since his thoughts had been elsewhere. Looking up, a poisonous look in his eye, he growled, "Watch out."[/color] before pressing on. I really shouldn't be that mean to the humans... after all, they did provide him with some entertainment once in awhile. Especially the ones on these reality TV shows. Like the damn Snooki or what-ever her name was. She was 4-foot or something, and still packed a punch. In some weird ways, he respected her for that. Shaking his head at this thought, the male then proceeded along to a café, which was unfortunately crowded, which meant he had to actually work at not hearing others' thoughts for the time being. Groaning slightly, the male then approached the counter and ordered a coffee. It wasn't like it was the weekday or anything, and school was out for break, which meant he only had to plan what he was going to do for the next semester. Teaching was nice, though he always got hit on by the students' single mothers. Chuckling lightly at this, he then got his coffee with some half and half, before sitting down at a table, having managed to grab it outside, placing his foot on the other chair, as if saving it, though in reality - he wasn't.



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for a minute there i lost myself

THIS IS WHAT YOU GET.THIS IS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU MESS WITH US.
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[jack]

It had already been a long day. Being collided with on the street on his way to the bar did not settle Jack’s mood any. He was about two snide looks or a snarky comment away from picking a fight. Just to blow off steam. He told himself it was either go find a gym open late and knock the shit out of a punching bag, or drink till he forgot his annoyance. The liquor won out. The day was supposed to start as most weekends did: Jack would sleep late. However, this was interrupted by a series of bizarre and terrifying dreams that had left him awake in his bed at three in the morning, gasping.

He’d been at some kind of factory, abandoned, with only tiny lizard-like creatures scuttling in the corners like rats, no people. He was walking through, using a tiny penlight to try and see where he was going, but even so he stumbled frequently. He fell once, into glass, and stood, shaking the tiny shards out of the skin on his hands before realizing he’d lost the flashlight. Swearing, he stumbled around in the dark. He heard voices and went toward them, but the closer he got, he started to think that perhaps these weren’t friendly people. They weren’t speaking any language he knew, and even though he couldn’t understand, that sudden-knowledge that comes in dreams hit him, and he realized they were plotting to kill him. And yet he continued moving toward them. He turned a corner, and two shapes stood there, human-looking until they turned and he caught sight of their faces. They had no eyes, just gaping holes that he knew could still see him. They moved far faster than him, swooping toward him and tying him up to a chair before he could stop them. He struggled, furiously, fruitlessly, the frustration driving him into white-blind panic. Then the figures murmured something, and the tiny lizards swarmed into the room, thousands of them now, and began to eat him from the feet up.

The day had not gotten better. He had no food in the house, an no will to get up and do something about it. When he finally dragged his ass into the shower, he found his water heater was broken and he bathed in an ice cold stream. Little things went wrong; he went out for an extremely late lunch and the waitress messed up his order twice, unapologetically. He caught sight of a stray dog running through the street and, taking a scrap of his lunch from the to-go box, tried to entice it closer. It only ran, and when he chased it briefly, it scurried into an alley. There was no way out on the other side, but Jack couldn’t find the dog. It had disappeared. Little things added up to a lot, he found, and he was in a right shitty mood when his shoulder knocked into the other man’s.

It was surprise, when he looked up and saw who it was, that kept Jack from saying the name immediately. He was surprised that his anger changed so suddenly, and that seeing a friend had that effect on him. Plus, Christian appeared to be in a hurry, because before Jack could open his mouth, he’d hurried down the street. Jack picked up his pace, turning away from the bar and following. Christian got all the way into a café before Jack caught up. He stopped, seeing Christian already in line. He waited for the man to take a seat, then walked up behind him. He shoved Christian’s feet off the spare chair, sitting down, crossing his arms, and grinning teasingly. ”Nothing like a friendly face on the street to brighten up your day,” he said sarcastically, though he was genuinely pleased to see Christian.

[dream2]

karma police, arrest this man

HE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.
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<sup>Rolling his head back slightly while he leaned his pretty tall frame of about 6'3" down in the chairs in the café, he knew he'd regret mostly taking that drink with this coffee. Coffee and the "naughty water" as he called it never blended well together, for any type of supernatural, as far as he knew, which was a lot. Muttering something, Christian straightened himself up in the chair, his feet still resting on the other chair on the opposite side of the small table. Yes, it was always interesting to people watch. Listen to their thoughts change, as their auras slowly change. He knew their deepest desires, their secrets - everything. My, what he could do with that information, he could wreak havoc on a relationship. Grinning coyly, deviously to himself, the Immortal chuckled softly, That would help pass the time nonetheless he knew. Stir up some commotion between a boyfriend and a girlfriend, maybe slug the boyfriend and tell him hands off the girl, just to see her stunned look, and say she didn't know him. Smiling into his coffee cup, he refused to let anyone knows his thoughts, as he sealed off his mind in case there happened to be another Immortal around here. Though usually, Immortals couldn't read other Immortals' minds, at least not very well, he knew that from his father. Thinking of his past, his head sagged slightly, though as he glanced around, he took notice of the number of supernaturals in this area alone. And the humans as well. It was a decent ratio, about 2:1 in favor of the humans fortunately. It was nighttime he would worry - if only somewhat about the humans, especially when it came to the vampires.

Oh, the blood-suckers. They were also immortal like him, though they were much easier to kill. A stake, holy water burning or something would easily do the trick. For him, as his father told him, a sharp pressure to the heart. Yeah, good luck with that. The rib cage was there to protect it, therefore, Christian had reason he was one of the better species, in dying at least. He did desire to be able to age normally, to at least finally die without having to freaking work at it. He scoffed at this thought. Probably would need to cut his rib cage open and then work at his heart from there. Yeah, he spoke to himself, that wasn't going to happen, not when even a bullet couldn't pierce his skin. Dark hazel-colored eyes blinked solemnly at this thought, as he then paused, muscles tensing when he heard a familiar voice. Or thoughts for that matter. Was that...Jack? He frowned, attempting to sort through all the other voices in their heads, before suddenly, someone shoved his feet off the chair, and plopped down into it in their place. An indignant look fell on his features, as he realized it was Jack. Drawing his legs back to his side of the table, he sipped on his coffee, not letting Jack see his smile at the sarcasm.

The Immortal set the cup back down on the table before he answered, opening his mouth, "You're the light in the darkness that is my life, Jack."</sup>

[/color] he easily laced sarcasm into his voice, throwing a grin towards Jack, offering a hand in a happy greeting, "Nice to see you around, Jack."[/color] Christian's eyes landed on Jack's aura silently. It had always had a bunch of orange to it, showing his "toughness" with the bluntness he had in life, and the sarcasm. Probably a reason why he actually liked hanging out with Jack - even if he was an oblivious human, things were better that way. Christian flagged down a waitress, "Want anything? I was even thinking of heading back to a bar later, once I get some coffee in my system to keep me up for once."[/color] He sipped his coffee a bit once more, eying Jack curiously. Though, he did always wonder, and kept a careful eye on his friend's thoughts, curious to know what he knew, or what he suspected. Letting Jack speak, he then inquired, "Everything going all right for you?"[/color]


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for a minute there i lost myself

THIS IS WHAT YOU GET.THIS IS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU MESS WITH US.
<sup>50+ - anyone! ^^ - karma police, radiohead - ha, i love these two already. XD - yeah, it's an awesome leather jacket XD

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[jack]

Jack reached out, gladly clapping his hand to Christian’s in a friendly shake. ”I know, what would you do without me?” he asked, looking genuinely concerned while trying not to smile. It didn’t work, and he let the smile come. ”Glad I caught you, Christian.” It was sincere; he could feel Christian moving from one of those friends he just sort of passed time with to one he genuinely enjoyed seeing, and wanted around. Part of it was the fact that Christian put up with him. They were similar, so that helped; kindred spirits in their disregard for sparing people’s feelings. But Jack just sensed an odd maturity in Christian that he admired; he seemed the type of person who could no longer be surprised, and knew not to take the shit Jack said too seriously, so they got along very well indeed.

When the waitress came up, Jack quickly lifted a hand, waving her away. ”Oh, no no no. Coffee? You mentioned a bar, and you think I’m going to settle for coffee now? I was actually on my way to one when your smiling face loomed up in the night. You and me are drinking tonight.” Drinking alone because of a shitty day was a little sad, but drinking with a friend made it seem infinitely better. Now Jack wasn’t one of those sad old men who nursed scotches all night and wondered where their lives had gone; he was social, he was polished, he was part of a community. Also, it’s easier to pick up girls when you have a wingman. Not that Jack planned to, but hell, who knew when Mrs. Right would waltz through the door.

”Me? Ah, you know. Usual life. Busted apartment, broke, single. Fucked up dreams,”[/color] he said, though was smiling. He really did want to turn it into something humorous, instead of having a pity party. Pity parties were for people drinking alone. He was a social butterfly now. He had a new plan for the night. ”How about you, Christian? How’s your life?”

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karma police, arrest this man

HE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.
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^{Their hands met, and the Immortal could see quite a bit into Jack's head when that happened. Just a weird perk of being what he was. The male chuckled softly at Jack's inquiry about what he would do, and he shrugged, inhaling slowly, acting as if it would be a downright horrible thing, "I'd probably die."}

[/color] He allowed a smirk to toy along his features, revealing the small crescent-shaped scar from a sword fight when he was young and growing. The only thing that hadn't healed, due to his "Immortal" blood not coming into play till he was older. It was the only thing making sense. Him, die though? Right, in his wildest dreams. Jack on the other hand, Christian always made sure to keep an extra eye out for him, just in case. And just to make sure he wouldn't drink himself to death or anything of the sort. The male then chuckled when Jack held up a hand, dismissing the waitress away who then went to help out another table, as he finished off the coffee. Laughing lightly, Christian answered, "I was wondering if that would hook you."[/color] he grinned, thankful he'd already paid for this bloody thing, before answering, "Let's go...ever been to the bar down around the corner?"[/color] Then again, he figured Jack probably had been. It was nice though, being able to waste time with Jack, it reassured him that there was still a chance for him to try and mostly have a normal life.

Though right now as a teacher, he'd need to make sure not to be a very good one, or a very bad one, so that the students would kind of remember him. But not enough to catch onto his anti-aging. Fortunately all in their twenties, humans looked so much like they did when they were 21, so he wasn't too worried for quite some years to come. Eying Jack lightly, Christian tossed the coffee cup aside, it was nice for him and Jack to be able to talk. Catch up and see how life was treating the other one. He'd need to offer to Jack to come out and use his ATV if he wanted to, Christian trusted him enough, but he'd still make him get a helmet on, his head would bust open on a boulder, his own would break the boulder. Hearing Jack's answer about life, hearing him wind humor into it, the guy smiled lightly. Oh Jack, the one always able to make something horrible in life something amusing. Shaking his head in amusement, Christian heard his inquiry and he answered, running a hand lazily through his hair, "What's up with the apartment?"[/color] His voice carried a hint, with an innuendo tied into it, sliding in a coy smirk towards his friend. After all, Christian would offer to help him out - why not? He'd been a plumber before - not the best job, but the construction wasn't all that bad.

"You know, the usual. Surviving, got a job at the high school."[/color] He shook his head, eying Jack as if telling him no jokes, though that he'd set himself up for, "Science teacher...if ya need a place to crash Jack, call me, my couch has told me you're the type."[/color] he laughed lightly, before standing up, and turning fully to Jack, dark eyes locking onto his friend's quietly, "You waiting for an invitation? Let's get this party started, hm?"[/color] he raised an eyebrow, almost as if daring Jack to turn down the offer. Well, he knew Jack wouldn't, but nevertheless, Christian was pretty excited to start drinking with Jack, or at least hanging out with him. The Immortal clapped Jack on the shoulder, "C'mon Jackie-o, let's go get ourselves a few drinks."[/color] He grinned lightly, his stature matching Jack's in height, give or take, as he then eyed their surroundings, letting Jack pick where they went, unless they decided to hit up multiple places, which could sometimes happen.

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for a minute there i lost myself

THIS IS WHAT YOU GET.THIS IS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU MESS WITH US.
<sup>50+ - anyone! ^^ - karma police, radiohead - lawl, sorry if it sucks. -.- - yeah, it's an awesome leather jacket XD

template by brooke from caution</sup>

[jack]

Jack watched Christian toss his coffee cup, the act signaling the beginning of the fun part of the night to begin. Jack grinned. ”Two blocks south of here, right? Been there. A bar’s a bar; cheap or expensive booze, either will get you drunk if you try hard enough.” He seemed to remember Christian being the type to really be able to hold his liquor, which was nice. Jack could drink a considerable amount before he got too drunk to drink more, and it was cool to go out with someone who wouldn’t slide under the table before him.

Christian mentioned the problems with Jack’s apartment, and the man laughed shortly, eyes rolling up to the ceiling as if mentally counting a high number of problems. ”Aside from the same things that my lazy ass hasn’t gotten around to fixing, my recent headaches is a broken water heater.” He remembered climbing out of the shower and wrapping in four towels and two blankets until he stopped shivering long enough to put real clothes on. Now that his day had brightened somewhat, the thought didn’t piss Jack off as much as it just amused him. As did the comment about Christian’s couch. He laughed for a moment, remembering the first time he’d become acquainted with the couch. Another night of drinking, one that had ended with Jack faceplanting into the sofa in an extremely uncomfortable position at 3 AM and waking up with a monster of a hangover the next morning. The night before the hideous hangover, however, had been a fun one with his friend. Something about being with Christian made Jack want to be reckless. The memories were fuzzy, but he was pretty sure they had been with a group of three drunk girls as well, and vaguely remembered jumping into a fountain with one of them. It may have been a hallucination, for all he knew. Though he had woken up with wet socks…

”Me and your couch get friendlier every time we meet.” He said, standing as Christian did. ”How embarrassing would it be for you if we got wrecked tonight and a student caught sight of your drunken shenanigans? Now you’re a role model, and authority figure, aren’t you? Maybe you should stick to cranberry juice,” Jack teased. He smacked Christian on the back in return, heading away from their table, back in the direction of the bar, his pace light, not the dark stomp he’d been making down the street before.

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