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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 28, 2009 9:46:25 GMT -5
{OOC: Mmm. How did you know that was one of my FAVORITE cars? Love me some Aston Martins!}
She took his arm and followed him out, a man stepped out from behind the coat check and handed her her black burberry trench coat. She slug it over her arms as they walked out. She was obviously never cold, but it was a beautiful coat and it was a prop in her human alias.
She slid onto the smooth leather seat. The car smelled new, most likely because it either was new or he rarely drove it. It had been quite some time since she had been in a car, she usually took her victims down long before they reached the car. She put her handbag on her lap and opened it up as he walked around the car. She took out her black leather gloves and slipped them on. She always wore them, out of habit now, though she wore them during a kill to keep blood out from under her perfectly manicured nails.
As he slipped into the drivers seat she smiled. "What's on the agenda for tonight Mr. Schray?" She asked, the words rolling smoothly up her throat and filling the car, using his title now that she was under the impression she was in his employment again.
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Post by Ancel Schray on May 28, 2009 10:22:07 GMT -5
With a turn of the key the egine turned over and hummed with fine tuned percision. He put it in gear and the car pulled away from the curb, drving towards the hotel. Without even looking her reached behind his seat and pulled a handsome leather portfolio from his briefcase. He handed it to her.
"You will find information on your mark. Study them, and expand on what is there." The first sheet in the folder was about the "vegetarian" vampire lifestyle. For her to fulfill her new duties, she would have to assume some of this lifestyle.
He pulled into the hotel and into a space that was directly infront of her room.
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 28, 2009 10:36:15 GMT -5
She didn't get out of the car right away. She looked over the sheet carefully. Vegetarianism? He wanted her to do what? The corners of her full lips turned down ever so slightly. The mulled the thought over in her head. It seemed so unnatural to her.
She turned her dark crimson eyes to him "Pardon my naivety, but specifically how much of this am I supposed to adopt as part of my lifestyle?" Surely he wasn't asking her to try and live off filthy animal blood. And she had done some difficult and dangerous things, but this, he better be giving her generous allowance. This was far more repulsive than anything she had to do in the past. The folder contain photographs and biographies on each of the Cullens, including one for the hybrid child that was nearly blank, no one knew much about her yet apparently. She didn't yet know what he was asking her to do, but it seemed it would be her most difficult task yet. But she couldn't say no, not to him. She practically owed her life to him.
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Post by Ancel Schray on May 28, 2009 10:51:31 GMT -5
Ancel looked across at her, so that she could see his eyes. They weren't the bright red that hers were, but nor were they the clear and perfect gold that the Cullens had. His were a dull red with gold flecks. "Just enough to show you are trying."
For his plan to work he needed her to be able to pass for a good vampire. To earn their trust and for them to be willing to let her into their home. "You need only be believeable."
He got out and walked around, opening her door for her. His manners were much as they had always been. He was a gentleman in the very old sense. "See to your room while I settle your account."
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 28, 2009 11:10:16 GMT -5
She looked at him intensely as he clarified. It seemed she would have to enter their home, befriend them, possibly even try and be taken under their wing. Not an easy task at all. She didn't say anything, just focused on the task ahead of her.
As he opened the door for her and gave her clear direction to go collect her things, she felt like a little girl again. He often spoke to her in a way very much like a father to a daughter. It was the nature of their relationship she supposed but sometimes she resented it. But what could she do? She stood up, extending her long legs. With her 4 inch heals on she could almost look him directly in the eyes as she was already a tall woman. She stood for a moment, her face but a few inches from his before gliding to her door and opening it with her room key.
The bed was made. She made a show of rumpling the covers before she left so room service wouldn't suspect anything. Her oversized designer handbag was on the dresser where she left it. It had everything she needed to get by, not much as she didn't need any of the typical human hygiene products. Just some dark make-up for evening, a change or two of clothes, some extra shoes for travel, and a few odd accessories. She sat on the bed and started taking her heals off. She threw them in her purse and pulled on her high leather boots she used for travel and a cardigan over her dress to cover her back. She went to the mirror and check her appearance while she packed up her bag.
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Post by Ancel Schray on May 28, 2009 11:41:17 GMT -5
Ancel's settling of her account had been simple. She had used a fake name, paid in cash, and was only seen once or twice by the manager. He had taught her well. He returned waiting and leaning on the passenger side of the car.
The nature of their relationship had been that of a father and daughter. He had to make an effort to remember that she was not a child, not like she had been when he first met her. He'd known what she was the moment he saw her, plying her trade in a seedier part of London. But he had stepped in and brought her out of the gutter. Given her a place in his home and in the highest society. She had been courted by the most eligible of young men. Despite the nature of their relationship, he had been jealous of those men. None of them could know what she truly was or be worthy of her.
He shook his head to clear away the images of the past.
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 28, 2009 12:42:10 GMT -5
She looked at herself in the mirror. Chiseled, smooth, cold, flawless. Completely unchanged in nearly 100 years. She frowned a little at the thought before throwing the last tube of lipstick into her bag and turning to the door. The threw the key on the bed before closing the door and making her way back out to the car.
"Ready." She said before he opened the passenger side for her. She slid into the seat again and threw her bag in the back seat. She put her gloves on again and waited. She didn't know where he was living these days, but she was sure it was lavish. If he was so sure she would accept his offer he would surely have a room waiting for her.
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Post by Ancel Schray on May 28, 2009 13:54:37 GMT -5
The drive to Seattle was uneventful. They hadn't spoken, there was no need at this time. He wanted to get her settled in before they spoke at any greater length. There was much to do and very little time to get started. As they passed through the city he pointed out the building that housed his offices, as well as another building that his company owned and rented out.
Driving out of the city he drove into the mountains and wound up a road until he came out in a massive cleared area and to a huge house that seemed to shine like a beacon. It was a modern design, remenisent of Frank Loyd Wright's falling water, complete with the waterfall. The only diffrence was this house could house an army with room for their tanks. In addition there was an carraige house with a garage beneath and two other small cottages; one by the pool and one further out with a long equipment shed next it
The car slid between two large rocks that jutted from the foundation into a hidden garage. As he entered the lighting activated and teh entire room was visible. The room seemed to run the entire length of the house. He pulled into a space and he switched off the engine. The sound of the water rushing by underneath was the only thing that could be heard. Vehicles of every sort lined the walls. There was a hummer, a smaller military style jeep, a dozen diffrent sports cars, two impressive looking SUVs, and motorcycles of several types.
Ancel opened the door for her, "You are welcome to any vehicle you choose, or I will have a driver arranged if you prefer." Though he had no hand in her creation, or rebirth, this was his daughter, and he would treat her as his princess. So she would appear, to all who met her.
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 28, 2009 14:29:29 GMT -5
She followed his lead in the car and said nothing, only slowly nodded as he pointed out one building and then another. He had made quite a name for himself in Seattle. He worked quickly. Whatever he was planning, he had built himself a large empire here, it must be important.
When they pulled into the house she wasn't surprised by what she saw. A pent house in the city was never his style. The house was beautiful, more importantly secluded and private. He had most likely thought out every detail and hired a private contractor to create a sanctuary like this for him.
She smiled as they pulled into the garage. "Thank you Mr. Schray. A driver will suit me fine for the day." At night she would take a car on her own. She didn't need a driver watching her when she went to feed, though it appeared she would have to cut down on her feeding while on the job.
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Post by Ancel Schray on May 28, 2009 16:41:01 GMT -5
He started walking towards the elevator at the far end. On the front of the house was a window that allowed him to see the city in the distance. The elevator went up one level and they walked out into a fantastic entry hall. Hard wood floors, a collection of brillant artwork and statues.
Ancel gestured to a set of stairs and walked up them. All along the stairway were portraits. Some of them were of himself, and a several featured him with famous people, including two US presidents. At the top of the stair was one of him and Joceyln, her holding a photograph of a woman who was supposedly her mother and his deceased wife.
He showed her down a hallway past many rooms including a fitness center, a music studio, a library, and several others before climbing to the the third floor. "My rooms are there, and this is yours." By the door was a table with a place card that said "Welcome Home."
Inside was a tastefully decorated room. Accented by artwork, antique furniture and mirrors. Several comfortable chairs and a bookshelf dominated one wall. A large television and stereo system along another. Most significantly was large antigue dressing table and mirror. A set of combs and brushes were layed out on the table. It had belonged to her before she left.
"The wardrobe is through that door, and there is a hot tub through there. If you need anything else, let me know."
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 28, 2009 19:52:23 GMT -5
This time she was surprised. She had expected him to give her a lavish room, a large closet (he would remember her passion from clothes and accessories) and a car and driver. But the fact that he had kept her things, the silver hand mirror and hair brush, the milk glass vase now holding a white peony, her favorite flower, even some of her books, that she had not expected. Not only did he know she would accept his offer, but he knew all these years she would someday return. A chill ran up her spine.
"Thank you Mr. Schray. You are too kind." She said quietly, dipping ever so slightly out of habit. She put her bag down on the bed and remained standing. She took out the folder again. "My alias is in here as well?" She asked taking off her gloves and flipping open the folder. "I am assuming, judging by the painting in the hall, that I am once again posing as your daughter." She remarked observantly. She could easily pass for his daughter, highly good looking, old fashioned and of course the striking eye color.
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Post by Ancel Schray on May 29, 2009 8:02:25 GMT -5
He pulled an envelope from his pocket and presented it to her. Inside she would find a premade false ID card that would identify her as Jocelyn Schray, along with a large amount of cash and credit card in her name. There was also an ID badge that identified her as the Vice President of Tactical and Support services. "I am not in the habit of having strange women to come and live with me."
There was no doubt that he would have to deal with enough other questions from his staff and from the board of directors about having some woman come to live with him. Informing them that she was his daughter would help to alieviate their concerns. "You'll also find an ID card for the office building. When you have acclimated yourself to your role, I have arranged a position for you within my company."
The final bit of information was key to an apartment, more precisely it was the key to an elevator that lead to a penthouse apartment. The top floor of the office building also housed a suite with mulitple rooms for housing out of town guest and hosting parties. The penthouse is available for your use as well. Be discreet."
Finally he gave her a warm, fatherly smile. He had looked forward to this day for many years, wondering if she was as happy about her return as he was. In all his original life or in his vampiric life, Ancel had cared only for power and gathering it. Jocelyn represented for him the one instance where he had cared for someone else.
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 29, 2009 8:16:56 GMT -5
She took the envelope and thumbed through the contents. Taking the ID and cards out and inserting them into her leather bill fold, arranging them like they had been in there for years. Vice President? This surprised her as well, though it was most likely an empty title and she would have to do very little other than to show up a few days a week and attend "meetings" with Ancel where they would not discuss human business, but her real task. She placed the bill fold back in her purse and turned back to him.
"It seems you've thought of everything." She said with a crooked closed lipped smile. "As usual." He was as meticulous as always, never letting a detail escape him. She was sure his office staff would already know all about her (as in his fake daughter, not her actual persona).
According to her alias, she was Ivy League schooled, which was actually partially true. She had at one time done a couple years at a few different Ivy League institutions (feeding on frat boys was like shooting fish in a barrel for her) studying a few different subjects, but never finishing a degree. Her alias had also been in the peace corp, back packed through Europe and was now returning from a stint in China, where she had been in charge of an organization that was re-building the villages destroyed by the recent earth quakes. He was clearly in the guise of a philanthropist and his daughter would have been a 'do-gooder' as well.
"What time does work start?" She asked taking off her gloves and thumbing through an original copy of Alice in Wonderland he had once given her, tracing a finger over the inside cover where he had scrawled her a note on the 10 anniversary of when he found her. "I might try and get... one last meal tonight before I assume my new lifestyle in the morning." She said putting the book down softly on the dresser.
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Post by Ancel Schray on May 29, 2009 8:48:37 GMT -5
Ancel smiled when he saw the book she had selected. She seemed much like the Alice, lost in a strange world, and he had shown her the way. Given her what she had been looking for.
"I report at nine AM. Don't feel that you need to rush to start work." The look on his face told her how pleased he was to have her under his roof again.
"There is a keybox in the garage, numbered tags for each parking space. Be discreet."
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 29, 2009 9:06:31 GMT -5
Be discreet. It had always been his number one rule and it seemed that had not changed. She smiled to herself as he said it again. She knew the drill, and he knew that. She was everything he could have asked for in an agent or a daughter for that matter. But she wasn't her father, he was actually very little like her father in her human life.
"I'm going to freshen up then." She said going to the dresser, which she found fully stocked, in her size of course. She would find the closet stocked with her favorite designers as well. She needed to change before heading out again since her hunt had ended unexpectedly by Ancel. She would like to get one more kill in before she had to assume her new role. She would do it as discreetly as possible so not to run into someone that may be associated with Ancel and his business.
"Thank you. Again." She said with another slight dip. "I'll see you at 9 o'clock sharp." She said with a wink before disappearing into the closet with her purse. He said he reported at 9, then she would report at 9. It was not in her nature to be late. Even if she could get away with it.
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