Consulting With The Dead (Izan Member)

[jen]

Jenna smiled, glancing down at the papers in her hand. She shifted, the awkward feeling disappearing between her legs. She found it always felt strange after sex. Her eyes skimmed over the papers and she glanced over her shoulder when the snore broke and the man in the bed behind her rolled in his sleep. She wasn’t concerned, he always slept well. Bringing the paper with her, hiding it in her silk night robe, she made her way over to the photocopier, and ran a copy of the paper. Deleting all traces that the paper had even been near the machine, Jenna took the copy and folded it, placing it on the inner pocket of the robe and made her way back to the bedroom, being careful to not be seen by any maids that may or may not be running around. Making her way back to the bedroom, she carefully folded the paper back into it’s proper place in the folder and crept back into bed. The man's arm almost instantly sneaked around her, ”Where were you?” asked his groggy voice. ”I had to go to the bathroom,” she replied quietly, gently pressing her lips against his forehead.

Blearily, he opened his blueish-green eyes and looked at her as if there were double -and there probably were, it was three in the morning and he should be exhausted too-, before closing his eyes again and pulling her closer. ”Mkay, night.” ”Night.” Her response was so faint, he probably didn't hear it as he was slipping off to sleep. She closed her eyes.

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The next time she opened them, a small bit of light was streaming in the window, and the man beside her was still asleep, his arm wrapped securely around her. Her bladder was uncomfortably full, and there was this pain in her chest that she knew was the cancer no one but herself and her employers knew about. She closed her eyes momentarily before opening them and complicatedly sneaking out of the bed and the man's grasp. Making her way to the bathroom after grabbing her purse which contained her pills, Jenna finished her business and soon found herself staring at her reflection as she washed her hands. She noted the dark rings under her eyes, and the small spidery red veins in the corners of her eyes. She looked sick, she felt sick, she was sick. Her skin seemed almost gray this early in the morning, and her cheeks sunk in. She glared back at herself and reached for her purse, pulling out her make-up and fixing her face so she looked as alive as she was.

After wards, she grabbed her pills and popped the ones she needed in and swallowed. She paused to stare at her reflection only a moment later before taking the paper she'd photocopied last night from the robe and slipping it into her purse with her pills, then returned to the bedroom to write the man a letter.

Dear Love,

I'm afraid I couldn't be here when you awoke. I had some urgent business to attend to, my boss called me in. I hope to spend another spectacular night with you sometime soon.

Love,
Jenna Costello

Placing the letter on his desk, she quickly got dressed and left without giving a glance behind her.

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She was told to meet the person she needed to hand this information over to in Chinatown. Why they picked probably one of the most obvious places where one would make a deal like this, Jenna had no idea. She only knew that she kept her eyes sharp and wary as she made her way down the near-deserted streets just two hours from dark. She wanted to get to the restaurant well ahead of time to lessen the chances of being mugged or something of the sorts. Glancing at the many dark alleys that would be virtually impossible to see in at night and picturing the so-many possible ways to die in this place if one was not careful, Jen began to believe she probably should have either brought her car, or hired someone to drive her and bodyguard her through the night. Vampires rarely bothered her, but she'd been bitten and drank from about twice in her life-time, neither were pleasant. She flinched slightly, fingering the two small scars on her wrist before pulling her purse closer to herself and walking faster now that the smokey restaurant came into view.

Stepping in, she was enveloped in a variety of smells that floated around the room in a hazy smoke that, surprisingly, didn't suffocate the lungs, but rather made it easier to breathe. It smelled spicy, yet fresh, and she was greeted by a pretty waitress with gorgeously slanted dark eyes framed by shadowy eyeliner. She nodded to the woman, ”Table reserved for Jackson.” The table had been reserved under a fake name, for the safety of all participants. She was lead to a table in the back. It was in a booth, surrounded by prettily decorated beads cascading down like a secret hide-out. Inside the tent-like booth, she ordered a glass of water, and waited patiently. The table had a small white bowl with a lily pad in it, a small candle placed in the large, blossomed flower.

Straightening out her dress, Jenna accepted her drink and took a small sip from it before waiting with her hands folded in her lap. The person who was to come was apparently supposed to be new to her, so whomever it was, she wouldn't recognize them until they were lead to her table. Glancing down at the small silver watch around her wrist, she noted that it was about time they get here, having been sitting for about an hour and forty-eight minutes. Boredom was something one learned to tolerate with patience when dealing with vampires and their night hours.

[ansy]

Busy busy busy. God his week has been hectic this week. First he is told to take out a werewolf who had found out about the existance of the Izan organisation. The fight hadn't been easy, she'd scratched him up pretty good, his hand is still bandaged up a little from where the bitch had dragged a bread knife through his fingers, luckily the gashes in his neck have healed up nicely, faint scars the only sign that any cuts had ever been there and even they would be gone in a few days. Flexing his healing injures Sully through the crowded streets of the West End towards Chinatown where he'd been told to meet a human woman who worked for Izan in some way, he never asked how since it really wasn't important to him, all he had to do was pick up some papers from the woman. "Like some errand boy". But what could he do about it? Not like he was about to say no to the boss of Izan if he were going to do that he mays well go for a walk in the sun as soon as it's up, it would be more pleasant than anything the Izan boss could think of. He shudders a little a the thought of it all. As usual he wears his shades despite it been night, he wears them mainly to stop people getting a proper description on him since most people look at your face and eyes. And as usual his clothing consists of black jeans, a t shirt, black leather jacket and steel capped boots. All of this makes people step aside a little as he approaches them, hardly daring to bump into him lest he turn around and punch them just for accidently bumping his shoulder.

Lowering his shades a little he looks around untill he sees the restaurant he had been told to go to. Sighing a little he pushes the glasses back up and walks into the building, feeling out of place a little been dressed how he is, most of the patrons in the restaurant are dressed in cocktail dresses and suits, and here he is coming in looking like he belonged in a seedy bar getting into fist fights... which to tell the truth is where he would rather be at the moment. The smells of the food and perfumes make his nose wrinkle a little, then again he didn't have to breath in the first place so the smells wont bother him that much for the time that he's inside meeting with the woman. Casually he walks up to the waitress.”Table reserved for Jackson". The waitress looks at him for a moment almlost unsure if he is telling the truth, but a quick flash of his fangs gets her moving.

The fear that been a vampire brings makes sully smile rather smugly to himself. He has never disliked been a vampire though having been a born vampire he's never known anything else. The waitress takes him to where Jenna is sitting, gives him a nervous smile then hurries away. He takes a moment to look at the human woman, then takes a seat opposite her. "So you're the lady they've sent me to so I can pick up some papers?". Leaning back the seat Sully crosses his arms.

[jen]

Jenna was beginning to think that the guy just wasn't coming. Which both annoyed and angered her. One; she would have endangered her own life by coming here, for nothing. Two; she would have had to wait longer then normal to eat her food, for nothing. Three; she would neither be getting her pay, nor be able to relay the information on this round, which meant she'd have to hand it in late due to the difficulty in setting up such a meeting as this. All in all, her whole evening would have been planned out in advance all for, you guessed it, nothing! The blonde sat, seething in her seat. Her face was almost lightly tinged pink from it. Almost, not quite. While there was slightly more colour to her face, as if she'd already had a bit to drink, her face remained impassive as she sat staring at nothing in particular other then the other side of the table.

Luckily for Izan, she didn't storm out, but rather waited those three extra seconds before the rather nervous waitress brought over a rather asshole'y looking guy. Her gaze fixed on him. He looked like he could frighten quite a few people. Her eyebrow quirked, she needn't fear him... yet, so she was hardly worried. She doubted he'd enjoy dealing with Izan's leader if it came back that she was dead. As far as she knew -and she knew quite a bit- she was a top informant. Probably not the top, but definitely up there. The etchings of a smile crossed her features as she gestured for him to sit as she settled her dress around her body, the smoke and slight heat having moulded it to her body more then her liking. Coldly, she assessed the... character sitting across from her. He was well built, which hinted that his job was more then just a behind-the-scenes top gun kind of guy. Rather the one who went out and got the shit done that needed to be done for the group. Both were useful, both types she'd dealt with in the past.

Generally both were rather well-mannered to her, but as her eyes slowly moved over what was visible for her of his body, she began to doubt his manners. The tattoos, the piercings, the over-all attitude that enveloped him... it seemed he was one of those types. She sighed, her eyes darting upwards as if questioning the ceiling why she had been sent this guy. Already she hardly liked him, and he hadn't even spoken to her yet. ”So you're the lady they've sent me to so I can pick up some papers?” Scratch that, he spoke to her.

Her eyes slowly drifted downwards. It could be taken as a 'shy' move, but it was pretty clear that it wasn't. More of a 'you're time means nothing to me, so I can stall all the hell I want'. Of course it probably wasn't that smart to anger a vampire, but she was dieing anyways, life seemed like a fruitless thing to her... unless she could finish these deeds and be changed. Her fingers were playing with the straw in her water, and she lifted it to her lips to take a sip before calmly bringing her eyes to meet his, unflinchingly. ”Yes, I am.” She commented simply, eyes skimming over him once again. ”Jenna Costello.” A nod in greeting, she didn't want to make skin-to-skin contact with this guy. ”It was somewhat implied that I would be payed this meeting as well, though I'm not sure if I must obtain my money from other resources.” Her steely blue eyes settled on his face, boring deep into his own eyes, right into the pupils. ”Either way, I have the papers.”

As she spoke, her gaze did not once falter, and it was barely noticeable to anyone who may have looked over when she reached down onto her lap and brought up a small envelope. Placing it on the table, she slid it over to the man, deciding that she'd had enough of looking at him, and called the waitress over to order a steak with baked potato. She'd worked up quite an appetite today, having not eaten anything. Her blue eyes followed with the waitress' when they looked over at the vampire. ”Would you be wanting anything? I'm sure they serve blood or something here.” She supposed it'd only be polite, much to her annoyance. Her blue eyes appeared mocking as she watched him, bringing the straw up to her lips to take another sip of the lemony water.