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Topic Started: Mar 1 2007, 05:46 PM (252 Views)
Conall
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It had been a few hours since the hallway encoutner and job hunting was not going well. There was only one job he was really suited to and that was as hired muscle but he obviously wasnt moving in the right circles yet. In a city full of darkness you'd think someone would want a bodyguard, a bouncer or a henchman. Conall was getting frustrated and the need to drink was starting to make itself more clearly known.
And so he found himself at Warehouse No. 25. The sound had hit him like a wall when he'd walked in. He disliked clubs in general. It wasnt his kind of music and the crowds of writhing young people annoyed him. But a bar was a bar. He found the second floor a little quieter and a little closer to his own music taste. Scowling his way to the bar, most people were smart enough to get out of his way.
He ordered whiskey and ice then looked around, leaning on the bar whilst he drank. It wasnt just humans in here. It was difficult to smell clearly in this form with all the sexual tension and sweat eminating from the crowd of dancers but he was almost sure he caught a scent of cat again. Maybe the encounter was just playing on his mind. But there was definately vampire smell. That was strong enough to reach him even through the persperation. Was this a vampire bar then? He might be in for some action if that be the case. He almost smiled as he clicked his knuckles.
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Jocelyn
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Joss had fallen easily into her roll of manager. She had gone around introduced herself to all the staff. Some of which looked down their nose at her. But she tried to let it wash over her. She ran through the inventory of the bars on the three levels. Had had the stock from the storage room brought up and now she was just making sure that the bars themselves were stocked. And making sure the bartenders didn't need any help.

She stood up from crouching behind the bar where she had been checking the icemaker the bartender had been complaining about. Someone had flipped the dispenser trigger so it would stop making ice. Joss thought that they were trying to test her. She stood up and looked around the bar when suddenly she froze. The wolf form earlier in the day was sitting there cracking his knuckles.

Coincidence was uncanny. She stood there dumbfounded until the bartender bumped into her needing to get to the ice.

She side stepped which put her directly infront of the wolf. She realized she was staring again and forced herself to look away she reached under the bar top to grab her clipboard back up intent to go check the third level bar. RIght that's what she was gonna do.
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The cat was here! She just appeared before him! What a coincidence! He couldn't help but stare in shock until he realised what he was doing and dropped his gaze. When he looked again she was moving to leave.
"You work here?" He asked dimly before he could stop himself. Damn, now you've stopped her leaving and made it look like you don't want her to go. If he hadnt left such things behind long ago, he might have blushed.
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She paused midstep. He spoke! Imagine that. More then one syllable too. She turned back slowly looking down at her clipboard then up at him.

"Uhh yeah. First day actually." She said. Impressed with herself. She put together a whole sentence with a stranger.

"Glad to see you're finding your way around the city ok." SHe commented. Smiling to herself. She paused. She was terrible at the small talk. She wasn't really sure what else to say. "Ummm yeah. I'm Joss by the way." She said extending her hand to him.
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He took her hand. He wasnt very good at social situations and all this felt very awkward to him. Her hand seemed so small and delicate in his. He was careful not to crush it. Suddenly he wanted to fight with her. Not a life and death battle such as he was used to be a friendly, play fight, as he had once done with his packmates. Such a strange feeling to have again, made more so by the fact that it was for a werecat.

"Conall." he said surprised that he hadnt simply grunted the word but actually spoken it with his true Irish accent that was lost in his usual gutteral tones. This voice seemed strange even to him. "And I sort of came here by accident. This place isnt really my scene.' A huge hairy guy who looks in his forties with greying auburn hair and celtic tattoos on his forearms in a place with throbbing music and young people trying to mate with one another? Not my scene? State the obvious why dont you!
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Joss perked a little hearing his accent. She had always enjoyed listening to people with accents, envying them a little even, it was the actress in her. She smiled as he continued to comment further on this not really being his scene. Her smile faltered for a moment. Had he followed her here? She wondered.

He certainly didn't look like he belonged. But who was she to judge. She barely cleared the bar and if she attempted to go out onto the dance floor might just get crushed by the banging of people. That is if she was human.

She paused for a moment as she got a sense of aggression from him. Not true aggression but something playfull like he wanted to tackle her or something. She wasn't used to this idea. Her old pard hadn't been playfull with her they had disdained her because she had been an accident.

She slid her hand from his. "And yet here you are." She said also stating the obvious. "Fate has a funny way of working." Joss said though she was straining a little to be heard over the music.

"Just stumbled in huh?" Joss commented as out of the corner of her eye she caught a fight breaking out between some of the people on the dance floor. "Crap." She muttered under her breath. She knew lots of fights broke out in the club. One of the bartenders had warned her about it. And he said most of them just petered out back into moshing but when she saw a flash of a silver blade she was hoping over the bar with her catlike reflexs and going to break up the fight on her own. They really needed to get some bouncers here. She'd have to talk to Marcus about it.

She headed into the fray pulling one young looking kid who was brandishing not a knife but an ice pick back out of the group with her strength. She was not a fighter but she wasn't going to loose her job because some punks ruined it for everyone else. Without thinking the kid turned on her with the pick. She went to catch his wrist and stop him before he plunged the pick into her shoulder.
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Fate....fate and he were not on good terms. But now was not the time to think about it. He had seen the fight at the same time as her and his battlelust was already calling out to him to join in. That was before one of them landed a blow with an ice pick or something similar. Some people screamed. Some ran. Some just stood and stared. Conall snarled and crossed the distance in three strides, his mighty right fist smashing the youths jaw with and uppercut that threw him from his feet. He wheeled around and put himself between Joss and the other instigators, rolling his shoulders and clicking his neck. He was baring his teeth, half in snarl, half in grin at the prospect of a fight.
"You ok?" he grunted to Joss over his shoulder, not taking his eyes from the other 3 trouble-makers who seemed unable to decide what to do.
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She was struggling with the kid keeping him from plunging the pick into her when suddenly he went flying out of her grip and their was a big hulking man standing before her blocking her from the rest of the fight.

People had scattered around them making a semi circle around him. It was interrupting business and she knew that wasn't good. She had to get things back to normal and fast. Then Conall asked if she was ok. She realized he was standing in front of her to protect her. That made her stop and blink. No one had ever done that for her. Marcus had.. Marcus... took care of her, there'd been no cause to protect her yet. Conall was the first that had ever protected her. The cat inside her took note of that. Glad they had acknowledged him as dominant to them.

"Yeah... Yeah..." She said finally pulling out of her stunned daze. "Can you take him out of here. We don't have any bouncers." She said indicating the kid who was rolling on the floor. She wanted everything back to normal. "I'll buy you a drink." She offered. Wanting the scene to end so they could just go back to normal.
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He was half hoping she'd be game for the fight and they could take them on together....like a pack. What was he thinking!? He couldn't be in a pack again! He was an exile! Doomed by fate and ill will to live alone and suffer alone. By werewolves. But she wasnt a werewolf....Even so the idea of forming a pack bond with a cat was...well...it was rediculous!
She asked him to take them out of here and offered to buy him a drink! A young lady buying him a drink? Had the situation been different he might have chuckled. He assumed he still knew how to.
"Best offer I've had in a long time," he said almost softly. Turning back to the trouble-makers the growl came back into his hard tones.
"You have two choices," he snarled. "Leave through the door or leave through the fucking wall." They looked at each other and decided that in no way was it worth it. Hauling their friend to his feet they made tracks.
"And take your buddy to a hospital!" he called after them. "His jaw's broken."
He turned to the cat and paused. Was she looking at him funny? He broke the silence by saying:
"Whiskey, no ice."
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She beamed a little at his soft response. Stepping back so he could go grab the guy and haul him out. But he surprised her instead.

Joss's eyes widened as he got the punks to leave not by carrying them out but by sheer speech. His voice did sound very intimidating. It was very differentt from the soft voice he had responded to her in.

When he turned back to her she was staring up at him in a bit of shock. The guys behind her cleared out without another incident. The dance floor started moving again. Her mind was thinking in overtime. She wondered if he was looking for a job. If she could convince Marcus to hire a bouncer. Conall could handle the whole club without much blood shed.

She was broken out of her thought buy his order. She smiled up at him. "Coming right up." She said and turned to head back to the bar. Her hair flipping over her shoulder as she did so showing the breifest glimpse of her latest scar.

She went around the bar and made the drink herself even as the regular bartender looked at her with malice. She didn't even pay him any attention. Sliding the drink onto the bar where Conall had been sitting.
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He sat back down in his seat though he was not glowering nearly so much as before. The excuse to vent some rage and get his hands dirty. Humans werent nearly enough to get his adrenaline pumping but it would do for now. And then there was the company. She was pleasant and she was smiling at him and he couldn't help but think it wouldn't be too bad a thing to spend more time with her. Well that might not be too hard, he reminded himself. She only lived down the corridor.
But then there was the mark on her neck. He had glimpsed it briefly and it troubled him. Had she been touched by a vampire? Was it willing? Though he harboured no particular ill will towards vampires (that is to say, no more than he did to anyone else) something in him did not like the idea of her being bitten by one.
He took a drink.
"Thats an interesting scar." he said, his gaze locking into hers and silently telling her that this was more than a passing comment, no matter what his casual tone of voice might suggest.
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She smiled as he took his drink. Glad she could repay him in some way. Then he caught her eye and spoke. She wasn't ashamed of the mark. Not in the least. She was proud to bear Marcus's mark upon her. At least she thought she was. Conall's look though made her shudder. He was thinking bad things. She could sense that. She didn't want him thinking bad things.

She whispered, with the music no human would be able to hear her but she knew Conall would. "It was consentual." She whispered. It was a weird feeling having someone want to protect her. She'd never experienced such a thing. She almost wanted to cry because of it. "Don't look at me like that." She said finally braking his gaze. WHich may not be the wisest thing to do so abruptly. She didn't want to feel bad about Marcus's mark upon her. But Conall was making her feel bad.
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Conall didnt know what to say. Consentual? He had heard of such things. It was usually done out of desperation. A werecreature giving up her blood to save someone or for money. Perhaps it had been the same in this case. He had heard of weaker willed creatures being controlled by vampires, through supernatural means or otherwise. But she seemed so strong. The way she hadn't hesitated to leap into that fight even though he could tell she was not a fighter. Outnumbered and unarmed, that was a gutsy move for someone who didnt seem the violent type. So what did the vampire have on her?
He could see he had made her uncomfortable. Normally this wouldn't bother him in the slightest but this cat...he almost felt a kinship for her. After all he had protected her when he didnt have to, although that was partly for the glory of the fight. Why did he feel so compelled to help her. She looked away from him.
"I'm sorry." he said. It took him a second to realise the sound had come from his own lips. Those were words he hadnt uttered in decades. Maybe even centuries. But he meant them. He didnt want to make her feel uncomfortable. He drained his drink, stood up and turned to leave then hesitated.
"You said this place doesnt have any bouncers." he said over his shoulder. "If you decide you want to change that you know where to find me." His tone wasnt cold exactly but it had lost its Irish accent to the guttural rumble again. He walked out into the night.
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Joss thought she would never feel uncomfortable or bad about belonging to Marcus. He said he would take care of her. The first man, hell person, to do that. Joss needed taking care of. But Conall... WHen he apologized she just nodded going to retrieve her clipboard she watched him down his drink. She hadn't meant to make him leave. For some reason she felt ashamed. She wasn't exactly sure why.

"Co..." She started as he got up to leave then closed her mouth not able to think of anything to say that was truthful and would make him feel better.

When he spoke over his shoulder at her she could sense a change in him. His accent faded. A gruff demeanor... she may have just lost a potential friend. "I'll ask the owner and let you know." She called after him. It had already been on her mind. She watched him leave with regret. Her first potential friend and once again she had turned them against her.

She sighed then headed out from behind the bar to head up to the third floor to continue work.
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