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Post by Ancel Schray on May 27, 2009 11:01:59 GMT -5
A man wandered into one of the fancier looking bars, dressed well in a long black leather overcoat and carrying a hand carved cane of a dark wood with a silver head and tip.
The place was dimly lit, ideal for couples. The piano player was playing something softly. The tables had white table cloths and the chairs were carved wood with velvet covered seats and backs.
He casually stopped to check his watch and and then was shown to a table. He ordered a glass of red wine and smiled at the waitress who seemed to forget herself for a moment.
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 27, 2009 11:10:36 GMT -5
At the sparsely populated bar sat a woman of runway model proportions. Long legs, fragile and thin with dark hair neatly cascading down her bare back. She wore a drapey black sheath dress that was darling low in the back and wore an old silver locket on a long chain around her neck. Her legs were crossed and she traced small circles with her foot, revealing the red sole of her black patent leather pumps.
Her back was to him as he traced the edge of a wine glass. She picked it up and took as sip of the deep red merlot. She let it roll emptily down her throat. She would tolerate for appearance sake, something she had taught herself to do as part of her hunt. It was easy to lure them in if you let them buy you drinks and they saw you knock them back.
She sensed him as soon as he walked in the building, but as always, she was never first to approach. She was a lady, and ladies never made the first move. She set the glass back down on the black napkin and pressed her long fingers against the cool wood.
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Post by Ancel Schray on May 27, 2009 11:34:27 GMT -5
He smiled to himself as he took off his coat. One of the servers came by and collected it and the cane from him and handed him the claim ticket. He was dressed in a well tailored italian suit, black with a cream colored shirt and rich, dark choclate colored tye. Accented with a silver tye pin.
As the waitress returned he pulled a money clip from his pocket and extracted a ten and a parchment colored card with his name on it in silver foil. He scribbled a note on the back with his pen and handed it them both to her. "Kindly take the card to the lady there at the bar and invite her to sit with me. And take the money for your trouble." The waitress blushed and took them.
The note on the back was simple: Please, join me for a drink - Ancel
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 27, 2009 12:03:51 GMT -5
Jocelyn was about to take another sip from her glass when a tiny cocktail waitress came up behind her. "Excuse me miss." She said handing her a tiny card and indicating to the tall man sitting alone at a table. The waitress walked away and Jocelyn looked at the man. She nodded and raised and eyebrow with a coy smile. She read the note quietly, though she knew what it would say.
She gracefully slipped off her seat at the bar and picked up her glass floating over to Ancel's table. "Good Evening Mr. Schray." She said still standing. It had been quite some time but he was of course unchanged.
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Post by Ancel Schray on May 27, 2009 12:28:58 GMT -5
"And a good evening to you as well, Lady Jocelyn." He stood and gave a polite nod of his head before taking her free hand and kissing it lightly, in a very traditional and old fashioned manner. Then pulling out her chair, offering for her to sit down.
It had been a long time since he had seen her last. She was still young for a vampire, perhaps only fifty years after her change. He had helped her to return to the life she had once enjoyed.
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 27, 2009 12:52:16 GMT -5
Jocelyn smiled and nodded as he took her hand lightly in his and kissed it. It was always refreshing to meet up with a fellow vampire that held to the tradition of the old days. His manners hearkened her back to her human life in the balls and parties of New Rochelle, New York. She fondly remembered her coming out party, how proud her father and mother had been and the lacy white french dress she had worn with the blue trim.
She pulled herself back into the now and took the seat as he pulled it out for her, setting her half full glass on the table in front of her and crossing her legs. Last time they had parted it had been on awkward terms. She had been traveling with him in the guise of his daughter and one day the hotel something had happened between them neither would have expected and she didn't want to happen. But it did and she left without a word the next night.
No use bringing that up though. It had been many years since then and she had matured as a vampire since then, now in complete control of her urges and emotions with a refined hunting style and routine. She smiled as she waited for him to return to his seat.
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Post by Ancel Schray on May 27, 2009 13:13:03 GMT -5
Ancel returned to his seat and gazed at her for a long moment. She hadn't changed since that last time he had seen her, which had been when she had walked out his door. He focused his attention on the glass of wine and forced the last of it down. The server came by again and refilled it. Ancel smiled and the woman did a nervous giggle before walking away.
"So what brings you out this way, my dear? It has been far too long. Still hunting in your usual manner?"
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 27, 2009 13:22:43 GMT -5
She nodded quietly. "Yes of course. Why else would I be here?" She asked looking around the dark bar filled with upperclass business types, her usual victims.
He style was simple but effective, drawing on her strengths (her looks and charisma) which also happened to be her victims weaknesses. All it usually took was a coy look over her glass at a man across the bar and he was hers. By the end of the night after lots of booze and flattery she would leave with him and by dawn he would be dead and she would be gone. A black widow of sorts she supposed.
She took another sip of her wine letting the glass linger for a moment on her full lips before setting it down and continuing "As for what brings me out here..." She shrugged her shoulders. "...curiosity I suppose." She continued in her low milky smooth voice. Northern Washington seemed to be some sort of super natural hot bed and she couldn't help but come out and investigate herself. She imagined Ancel was out here for similar reasons, as was Lance, whom she had seen earlier.
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Post by Ancel Schray on May 27, 2009 13:47:50 GMT -5
"Why else indeed?" Her method of hunting did not differ from his own, when he chose to employ it. He usually found some lovely thing, offered her a few drinks and the promise of a night of luxury and pleasure and they followed after him with blind stupidity. And they got what they were promised and what they deserved.
Jocelyn...he had genuinely cared for her. Something that he never seemed to do. When he had found her and taken her in, she had been the daughter he had never had. And the close friend that none other could be. His mistake had been trying to take it any further than that.
"I was informed that you, and several others, have recently come to the area. The Cullen coven is very protective of this place. As are the," and he snarled slight the word, shapeshifters."
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 27, 2009 14:10:53 GMT -5
"Yes, as I have observed..." She added quickly "From a safe distance of course." she assured him, out of habbit since he had been the one who taught her how to hunt, how to stalk, all of the skills she now masterfully used on an almost daily basis. She knew better than to make contact with a coven as large as the Cullens without proper observation of their behaviors and knowledge of their hierarchy. She had been watching them for a couple weeks now and hadn't managed to learn much more than she already knew about them from hearsay.
"And you Ancel?" She said now using his first name, it rolling off her tongue and through her lips warmly. "What brings you here?" she asked running her finger around the rim of her now empty glass again.
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Post by Ancel Schray on May 27, 2009 16:05:14 GMT -5
"Here to Seattle? Buisness, as always. If you mean here, perhaps I hoped you'd forgive our past awkwardness and come to stay with me for awhile." Yes, there it was. Something innocent. A concerned father figure and mentor offering shelter to a former student.
"I would arrange for you a place to live and a car should you desire. In exchange I am in need of you and your special talents."
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 27, 2009 16:14:18 GMT -5
Jocelyn stopped running her finger around the rim as soon as he laid his offer out. A place to stay. She remembered the last time they had stayed together. Awkward was an understatement in her opinion. But it would be better than the tiny hotel room she had been staying in on sunny days. She was certain his accommodations would be rich and comfortable. She mulled over the idea in her head.
She finally lifted her dark crimson eyes to him. "Of course I would be delighted to stay with you, but may I ask sir, which of my 'talents' you are needing?" It was a fair question. If she was to be used she would prefer to be prepared as to what task she would be preforming. She had done his dirty work before, acting an assassin on more than one occasion, but she had never thought to opprotunity to work for him would arise again. The timing did seem strange to her.
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Post by Ancel Schray on May 27, 2009 17:50:46 GMT -5
Ancel's smile brightened as she agreed to come with him. The waitress returned with his bill and he pulled a one hundred dollar bill, telling her to add Jocelyn's bill to his and keep the change. The waitress blushed and giggled again and was off.
"The talents you use best; charisma and looks. I am gathering talented individuals for something special. And what I have in mind will require certain people to be dealt with."
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 28, 2009 8:43:00 GMT -5
She thanked him quietly as he paid for her wine and pushed her glass to the middle of the table, signaling she was finished to the wait staff and her empty glass was whisked away. Her fingers remained lightly on the table in the place the glass had been.
Her jaw tightened but she smiled. She was always slightly bitter that the only 'gift' she had received as a vampire was the usual spread of speed, strength, looks, etc. Though her looks and grace were almost unmatched even by vampire standards and could be considered almost a 'gift' she still had no unusual talents. She would have done almost anything for something special... something extra.
So it seemed he needed her to 'take care of someone' or 'remove someone from the situation' as he used to put it in the old days. Most likely a man, though she had in some cases lured women as well. She knew not to ask too many questions of him. He would tell her what she needed to know and only what she needed to know, or what he wanted her to think. She nodded though, accepting his offer. He was provide her with an allowance as he always did in the past and give her an alias, either a family member or staff member for her to live as while in his employment. She knew the drill.
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Post by Ancel Schray on May 28, 2009 9:15:58 GMT -5
Ancel got up form the table and offered Jocelyn his arm as they walked to the door. The evening had gone as planned; he now had one of the best agents he'd ever had back in his employ.
He stopped to claim his coat and cane and the waitress who had served them slipped him a card that said thank you and a phone number, should he want to call her. He smiled and tucked it away in his breast pocket.
"We should gather your belongings from your hotel." The car he had driven was a silver Aston Martin Vanquish, immaculatly clean inside and out. He opened the door to the car and held it for her to get in.
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