Slowing Down [Faux]

[Brighteye]

For once, she was early. Then again, she had nothing better to do that sit around at the base. She hadn't picked up a job, and she didn't want to read. Maybe she should invest in a job, it would at least give her something to do during the day, other than sit at home and read, watch tv, or just stare at the wall. After awhile, it got boring. Her friends were almost all hunters, because she wanted her ties to this place kept to a minimum. After all, her stay here would not last forever. Once their job was done, they'd move on again, and she'd probably never see anything or anyone here again.

She had gotten a cup of coffee from the kitchen. It was quiet, but it was also early. Only one techie was actively working - she'd seen others in the kitchen and elsewhere as she'd walked along, but she didn't know any of them, so she just smiled, said "hi", and kept walking. Nothing more or less than that. Krystal wondered how long it would take for someone she knew to arrive. Or even, another hunter, one that could at least relate to what she went through each night. The techies would smile, nod, and scoff once you walked away. Many didn't believe it was as hard as they claimed, but were too afraid to man up and go out with a gun themselves, because they'd seen the hunters unfortunate enough to be killed.

She sank into a seat in the lounge area and set her coffee on the table in front of her before leaning back into the soft embrace of the chair. What was she doing here? Honestly. Staring at the wall here or in her home, it was all the same. She could have at least brought a book or something, but no. She had been hoping on that slim chance that there'd be someone to talk to, and now she was just as bored as she would be at home. No point in leaving anyway, she'd just be back later. Krystal sighed and stretched her arms over her head. At least the seats here were more comfortable.

[Faux]

IN YOUR TIGHT JEANS WITH YOUR LONG HAIR AND YOUR
CIGARETTE STAINED LIES
COULD WE FIX YOU IF YOU BROKE IS YOUR PUNCH LINE

J U S T A J O K E ?

God damnit Sebastian hated this place. The neat little hunter's head-quarters with their neat little leaders and neat little computers. It was such a sad scam. A place for pathetic hunters to go and die their dutiful deaths. How malignant. Sebastian was only a member because he had to be. Needless to say, everyone regarded him as a worthless rebel. Anyone who went to Sebastian for help was either mad or desperate. For all Sebastian's talents, he was still uncooperative, and downright mutinous. And whenever he came into head-quarters, he could feel their edgy stares looking him up and down. Almost as if to say, "Damnit; how the fuck's he still alive? What does he want now?"

Luckily there were very few people around at the early hour. Sebastian chose it as such to kill two birds with one stone, to arrive before the library opened and to avoid scrunity of his superiors. In the bowels of the library housed many secret archives to the hunter. Sebastian took a shipment every so often from the head-quarters - the only job they could stand to trust him with. Walking through the halls, Sebastian made his way quietly, adorned in a tight fitting black sweater which showed off his emaciated physique.

The objective was to get in, get out, and get on with his work, but temptation was the result of a few extra minutes. Sebastian turned in the opposite direction, snooping around nosily. So this was where all the hunters came to play... Interesting. The place was in desperate need of an interior decorator, as far as Sebastian was concerned, but hunters were too depressed and obsessed on their work to be bothered he supposed. Sighing, Sebastian continued spying, poking his head into what looked like the lounge area. Noticing a blonde girl, he blinked, walking in and glancing around.

"What a deplorable choice of furniture... How can you work in a place like this?" Sebastian joked, his deep voice atypical to his slender frame. His angular face regarded her, aqua eyes gently staring. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Sebastian. The rogue." Sebastian chuckled, amused at his own title. It was best to inform people of who they were dealing with, after all - he could only be so polite. He wasn't at head-quarters enough to know hardly anyone; so antisocial out of his own choice. He was different than the rest. Sebastian walked his own path of danger.

[Brighteye]

She was off in her own world. It was better than the real world, sometimes. No violence, vampires, or werewolves. Just normal people who led normal lives and didn't die to the hands of some crazy maniac. Her family hadn't been scarred, and she was as happy, if not happier, than she was in the real world. However, it was just a dream, however good of a dream it was. And, like all good things, it must end.

"... How can you work in a place like this?" a masculine voice pulled her out of her dream state. She hadn't heard everything he'd said, but his tone was joking. Hopefully he wouldn't expect an answer, or else he was going to have to repeat himself. She looked up to see a lithe man staring down at her with blue-green eyes. Krystal met his eyes with her own for a moment before looking away to reach for her coffee. It had greatly cooled, but it wasn't cold yet, still a hint of warmth yet. She took a sip to try to revitalize herself when he spoke again.

"I don't believe we've met. I'm Sebastian. The rogue." Oh yes, she'd heard of him. He'd never been one to fit in, and not many, if any, liked him. She hadn't heard many kind words on this man. Apparently, if rumors were to be believed, he was quite rebellious, he didn't help or work well with others, and he just liked causing trouble in general. Since much of this had come from Hale himself, she was more disinclined to believe them, but she wouldn't judge him based off of others. She'd let him define himself for her.

"The rogue?" She asked curiously, as if she hadn't heard the rumors that flew around this place. "You must forgive me, but I don't know of anyone with that nickname." She continued, showing no trace of a lie on her face. That was one ability most hunters had - they could lie well, even to one another. You had to lead a "double" life, a life of lies, because you couldn't tell your best friend you couldn't go out drinking that night because you were going to be hunting vampires. No, that just didn't work.

[Faux]

IN YOUR TIGHT JEANS WITH YOUR LONG HAIR AND YOUR
CIGARETTE STAINED LIES
COULD WE FIX YOU IF YOU BROKE IS YOUR PUNCH LINE

J U S T A J O K E ?

Sebastian narrowed his eyes as she spoke, mildly disappointed that she had no idea who he was. As a person with ego, it was imperative that everybody knew about him, whether the reasons were good or bad. A sigh of disdain was evoked, Sebastian figured she must've been new or dull. He moved through the room, sitting down next to her on the couch, leaning against the arm with a graceful pose. An invasion of personal space never occured to him. Eyeing her coffee and then her beautiful face, Sebastian shrugged. "Then I've yet to make an impression on you, my dear."

Adjusting himself to a different pose, Sebastian crossed his legs, letting a hand rest on the back of the couch behind her. He stared at her languidly for a moment, studying her features for future reference. "Is something the matter? Sitting out here by your lonesome without a smile on your face. Don't tell me you're reflecting on the course of your life? That's extremely unhealthy for the mind, you know." Sebastian nodded, pulling a piece of soft brown hair out of his eye. He was generally good at reading people. Reading the energy in the room. And reading hunters in general. They were all such wistful creatures, it was amazing that they got anything done.

Of course, Sebastian was one of the rare few whose parents were still breathing. Needless to say, there were no grandparents still around, but a sense of loss didn't extend to those around him. His sense of loss came within, a loss of sanity and a loss of reason. He'd betray his own kind if it benefitted him - mostly out of spite for the ill-working system. Sebastian didn't know what side of the line he was on or where he was going; all paths lost to his mind. Staring at the girl with his fierce eyes, he looked as a creature capable of many things unexpected.

[Brighteye]

His eyes narrowed as she spoke, and he looked disappointed that she "didn't" know him. He sighed and sat next to her on the couch. Most people would have scooted away or said something, but she could care less. He was distracting her from her thoughts, and if he wanted to sit next to her, then let him. Hunting was tiring, and she wasn't about to force him to stand or move if he was already comfortable. "Then I've yet to make an impression on you, my dear."

"I'm not your anything, Sebastian. My name is Krystal." She told him as he shifted his position on the couch. He stared at her for a long moment before speaking again. "Is something the matter?" He went on to talk about her thoughts, before nodding, messing with his hair. So, he thought he was rueing the day she'd joined the Hunters? Well, other than the fact that life was dreadfully boring during the day, she wasn't really rueing anything.

"I'm just bored. Nothing for me to do during the day." She told him, looking up at his face. His eyes caught her attention, and they reminded her of a cornered animal, one that was ready to do anything and everything, so long as it got the desired result, because it had nothing left to lose. She bit back a shiver, he was quite different from many of the other hunters she'd met. No wonder there were so many rumors flying around about him, if his eyes were any judge - and many said that the eyes were the window to ones soul.

"What about you? What brings you here on this fine day?" Krystal asked, trying to get a better read off of him. She was a fun person who loved to talk to people, but she never was good at reading them. Her skills lay in guesswork, which was fine enough for normal people. Sometimes it wasn't for vampires and werewolves, but you know, no one is perfect. She used the gifts she had and prayed that it would always be enough.

[Faux]

IN YOUR TIGHT JEANS WITH YOUR LONG HAIR AND YOUR
CIGARETTE STAINED LIES
COULD WE FIX YOU IF YOU BROKE IS YOUR PUNCH LINE

J U S T A J O K E ?

Her sharp comment made a playful grin cross Sebastian's face. How very witty, he considered. Most women weren't very good at setting boundaries. Most women were too impressionable to dare scorn Sebastian's behavior, too wrapped up in his looks and the fluttering of their fragile hearts. Obviously this blonde was far from stereotypical. She was unaffected by his presence, cool and stern. It make Sebastian curious. She was far more interesting this way. "My apologies, Krystal." he nodded, the slightest hint of sarcasm lacing his politeness. He would call her what he will, nonetheless.

"Boredom, aye?" Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head. "I can see that. Perhaps you should get a day job. Something that doesn't involve overwhelming amounts of guts, gore, and idiot bosses." he advised, throwing it back a little to Hale - a person in which Sebastian could not stand. Needless to say, Sebastian adored his job at the library. He spent all hours organizing, dusting, and telling others to be quiet - there was no greater position of power than that of the librarian. And, if there was absolutely nothing else to do, he would read. And as far as he was concerned, he had no room for many idle thoughts.

"Myself? Oh, I'm merely picking up the records to house them in the library basement. That's my day job - head librarian." Sebastian beamed pridefully, although his large smile resembled that of a snarl. "It's a very fine job. Serious. Respectable. And we both know that nothing says "help your community" like slaying and promoting literacy." Sebastian chuckled, rolling his eyes to look across the room. "Maybe you should invest in some good literature to pass the time. Stop by and I'll show you around."

[Brighteye]

"My apologies, Krystal." He replied, slightly sarcastically, nodding. Whatever, so long as he called her by her name and not by some pet name. She was done with stupid pet names like that for the rest of her life. Longer, if she could make it happen. He went on to talk about boredom and getting a day job. That was almost an uncanny echo of her prior thoughts, except she knew he couldn't read her mind. He wasn't cold enough to be a vampire, and only vampires could have the mind reading power.Then, he said something to insult Hale, and that wasn't cool. No, not when she was one of his friends.

"Take that back." She growled, glaring up at him. Hale wasn't an idiot, he was very good at his job. This man was doing well to get on her bad side. She shouldn't take such offense, sure, but when it came to the leaders, she was especially touchy. Krystal took a deep breath and looked away from the man, before she said something she might regret. He kept talking, and she was tempted to just ignore him, but she wasn't so rude as that.

Apparently her sofa companion was a librarian. Interesting, but not particularly useful in any way. Yeah, so you have something to do during the day that takes your mind off the gorey work they did by night. It could only take your mind off for some of the time, though. Once you were out in the field again, you were plagued with the thoughts and memories that you'd had the night before. "Maybe you should invest in some good literature to pass the time. Stop by and I'll show you around."

"I have books, thanks. I have become bored with reading as of current." Krystal informed him, her voice bored. She didn't plan to join him outside of the workplace any time soon, that is unless his attitude took a sudden change for the better.

[Faux]

IN YOUR TIGHT JEANS WITH YOUR LONG HAIR AND YOUR
CIGARETTE STAINED LIES
COULD WE FIX YOU IF YOU BROKE IS YOUR PUNCH LINE

J U S T A J O K E ?

"Take what back? The fact that this organization's being run by a pompous asshole whose only claim to fame is how many women he's fucked?" Sebastian rolled his eyes, flicking another strand of hair impetuously out of his eye. "Pardon me, but my loyalty isn't blinded by smoke and mirrors. I'll only take back that statement the day good hunters stop dying and bad monsters start." He looked at her straight, unwavering in his convictions. A passionate fool, no doubt. Whatever Sebastian believed, nothing could stay him. Opinions and accusations he would obstinately bring to his grave.

"You're a bit uppity, aren't you?" Sebastian chuckled to her dull comment about books. He rolled his eyes yet again, having very little clue of where he went wrong in this social situation. Yet again, this always happened to him. "No, no, this is my fault for putting myself onto you... Certainly your impression of me has changed, has it not? For now you know the detestable rogue, Sebastian. Seems I should be returning to my life of solitude, yet again." Sebbby chuckled, rising from the couch and stretching like a cat. Turning to face Krystal, he shrugged haplessly.

"Adieu, my dear. I must get back to the archives." Sebastian nodded, a gentlemanly farewell. If he wasn't so offputting, he'd almost be pathetic - a man with few options, who couldn't even make friends when he was being rather nice (by his dubious standards). "And for the record, I'm a much better friend than enemy. If you need someone to help you bend the rules, you know where to find me." Sebastian chuckled, starting to turn away. He would pass off unless she continued to talk to him, however he was quite sure she would merely scoff him off.

[Brighteye]

Krystal stared at Sebastian, comepletely speechless for a whole second. Had he really just said that? Krystal knew that he had had many girls in his bed. He could do whatever he pleased, in her opinion, so long as it didn't get in the way of the issues at work. And, for the most part, it didn't. Sure, there were the compliments, checking out a lady walking by, the occasional whistle, but he didn't go out of his way to stop a woman and chat in the middle of something important. No, he might be a player, but he had his priorities straight.

"You would bring up his worst trait, instead of his better ones. At least he does his best for us, and wants to be here." She said, protecting Hale. He was one of her closest friends, who knew almost every secret, and she just wouldn't, no couldn't, sit there and listen to this man bad mouth Hale. "You're a bit uppity, aren't you?" Sebastian laughed. She sighed and took a breath. She was being pretty rude, wasn't she? Not a good way to make first impressions - and she'd let him goad her into reacting.

"I'm usually not so "uppity" as you so kindly put it." Krystal responded, a moment before he spoke again, apologizing apparantly. So, he knew he had offended her, and he was apologizing for getting her to that point. Hm. She watched him rise and stretch, before shrugging at her. Now she had a choice. Did she really want to continue the conversation with this man, or was she going to let him walk away, and probably never speak to him again? Neither was an option she really wanted to contemplate. Not talking to someone, that was kind of harsh, no matter who you were. But that's probably what would happen.

"Adieu, my dear. I must get back to the archives." he said, nodding at her, pulling her out of her internal debate. He told her about being his friend was much better than being an enemy. Well, she didn't think she'd been as rude as to make him consider her an enemy! He started to turn away with a chuckle, and she made up her mind.

"If you don't start calling me Krystal, I'm afraid we aren't going to be very good friends." She informed him, wondering if he'd turn back again. If not, she might just walk after him. She was known for being strange and having weird friends. He'd probably take the cake. And she'd probably be ranted at by Hale for befriending him, since it was made obvious that Sebastian had no feelings of comradery towards him, if his opinions on Hale were as he'd stated earlier. Oh well. She'd made worse choices and friends. He'd just have to deal with it.