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[Grevant]

It's been a few days now since that encounter back in the woods with the werewolves..
Grevant, after a few days of thinking, things such as these came to mind:
How many werewolves are there?
How many people around me now are werewolves
And, are there any others with the same mission as mine...

Hopefully there are more like me, maybe its time to make alliances.

I better start looking, I guess I'll start with the bar.

So Grevant, almost fully equipped for 'hunting' enters the bar, hoping for someone, hopefully someone like him, takes the hint of what hes after.
Many people stare at him in confusion, but he pays no attention, buys a non-alcoholic drink, and sits in the table in the rear of the building, waiting for someone to approach.

[♥ † .:Emily:. † ♥]

(=3 can I join in? Por favor?)

Rememberence was sitting in a dark corner. She was sipping at a fruity drink. She personality hated anything toxic to the body. Probably because it rushed death and she already had a run in with death... Or so she had been told. Stupid memories... Placing her drink down she pushed it away with her pinkie finger and rested her chin on her hands. Her hair was still dolled up from her most resent modeling job. She hated being a model... Having people stare at you as you wear stupid clothes you would never wear... And possibly trip on impossible heels... She never did trip seeing her 'training' gave her such good balance but still... Stupid job.

She didn't sigh, or give her position away. She wasn't that caught up. In fact she noticed a man looking 'lonely' across the room. He didn't seem to hold any 'strange' qualities.... Strange being long nails, strange eyes, being taller, hairier, or stronger then normal... He was human. He seemed to be looking for something. Looking away momentarily. She pushed her thoughts away. By the time she looks back he has gotten a drink and is heading to a seat. She got up. Her actually fashionable dress she brought from home fell to her knees. Flattening the wrinkles she left five dollars on the table next to her drink. Walking over to the man with her heels clinkin "clink... clink... clink... clink... clinkclink" She sat down. She didn't say anything. She just looked at him with an unreadable expression. She wouldn't speak first... She never did. She always killed and hunted silently without speaking... She never spoke unless spoken too. She was almost robotic... However that silence apperently fed her doe like nature and made her a 'cute yet beautiful' model... Yeah one they can try to trip... Psh she was never going to get over the tripping...

She looked at him, sizing him up. He was diffidently a human. She knew... Her 'brother' she didn't remember was killed by a werewolf. She promised she would hunt them until they didn't roam around free anymore... She had passion, people liked that... To bad she didn't and to bad she had no idea why she had so much passion for a brother she probably would never know or find out out... Pushing that mental crap out of her head she focused on the task. She needed to... Werewolves were pack-mates... If she hunted alone like she liked then she probably wouldn't survive even with her belt... Help, help she liked and trusted would be nice... First she needed to scope out some people... This guy looked like he had the same idea... Maybe something could be worked out.

[Grevant]

With the approach of another, Grevant sized up, and sat in a more strong posture.

For about a minute Grevant stared at her, in deep admirance of her appearence. When he suddenly realized none of them had said a thing yet.

She walked over here, I guess it's my move now He thought silently.

Grevant now reaches over the table with his right hand, in a greeting jesture saying "Hello there, why don't you take a seat.. Oh and the names Grevant by the way."

[♥ † .:Emily:. † ♥]

She noticed him looking at her. Now all someone had to do was speak... Which she wasn't going to do. When he made the gesture of greeting she took it. "Thank you..." She sat closer to him, at the table anyways. Fixing her dress she sat straight. Posture was everything... Blah blah blah... Heh... Anyways he had spoken and now she had as well... He had said hello however and she hadn't.... Also telling his name... She had to speak again... She was so strange doing 'vocabulary math' in her head. "Hello... My name is Rememberence." A little rough around the edges for such a 'pretty girl' but hey what could she do. Crossing her legs to get more comfortable she wondered if he actually had the same cause as she did... Not easy for one to talk a bout the subject of werewolf hunting... Especially for her... The girl who disliked talking in general. She figured she would once again let him bring the subject up. God forbid she did bring it up and he had no idea what she was talking about....

[Grevant]

In a reply Grevant says:
"Well, hello Rememberence, thats a unique name if I do say. Nothing wrong with it of course."
After the reply Grevant started scratching his head while thinking things such as
What is a woman like her doing in a bar like this?....
Is she one of them? She doesn't look it.... And why did she even approach me, could she also be a hunter.....hmm

"So whats someone like you doing, in a place like this?"
Grevant tried to make that question seem more of a hint at something else, rather then a blunt question.
"There are some nicer places around town..."

[♥ † .:Emily:. † ♥]

Rememberence listened to his words and processed them for a moment before coming out with a calm and collected answer. "I enjoy getting away from it all... This sadly happened to be the farthest I can get. Modeling and hunting can get tying after a while..." She had gotten the hint. She figured he was going somewhere with that question. Being the 'trained specialist' she was she wasn't about to just say 'oh well hee I am totally looking for some evil werewolves in my spare modeling time. Care to join me?' No she wouldn't be that blunt... Not with many drunk people around... Worse being more sober people who aren't people but instead werewolves themselves... Yes she felt her reply was good enough without going all out... "As for my name... It suits someone who can't remember their past. As for nicer places... Nicer places are packed with snotty people... Its better to hang in a dark place sipping on one of my favorite drinks rather then hang out in one of those spots..." Alright that was enough she gave enough information out... Unless something important came up that was as much personal details she was giving out to this new stranger....

[Grevant]

Grevant replayed her words, over and over again in his heads
Hunting....hunting.. She might be one just like me....
I wonder. But I dont think this is the place to talk about it, to many open ears.

Grevant then pulled himself a little closer to the table, and leaned out over closer to her and in a low whisper spoke.
"A Hunter, well i'll be very open and blunt here"
still speaking low
"Are you out hunting the deer, or the real prize? If so, we might want to find another place to talk, there are to many bystanders around, that might pick up our conversation. And if your not..then I'm a bad assumer."
Hope she isn't to shocked, that was rather blunt of me, to just come out, and not hint a little more.

[♥ † .:Emily:. † ♥]

Staring at him as he whispered. It was true that he was being rather blunt... Hell she was used to blunt though. Models don't get paid by reading hints. What was surprising was her lack of reaction. "I'm hunting the biggest price available on the market." She then placed her hands on the table and stood up. Leaning froward she got up just a few inches from his face, tilting her head, her serious yet unreadable expression didn't falter. "Another place to talk? I don't know of any. I would invite you to my apartment but currently my maid is cleaning it and I don't think she likes 'hunting' all to well." She leaned back and crossed her arms. She was waiting to hear of another place. She did have to agree as much as she loved this place... Privacy was a major issue unless you had a twelve pack and a scar running down your face... She having neither...[ However she didn't really spend her time anywhere else so location wise she actually was truly lost...

[Grevant]

Another place to talk... home, of course!
Grevant moved a little closer, since she leaned back, and said:
"we could go to my place, its out in the suburbs, theres no one else that visits my place as of now, so privacy is almost certain."

Hoping that she would say yes, so they could talk more on the matter, he decided to buff up going to his place by adding
"You could ride with me in my new Lamborghini Reventon, unless of course you have your own car outside."

Hope the offer to ride in the Lambo, didn't overdo it.

[♥ † .:Emily:. † ♥]

She held back a smile at the comment about the car. "I do have my own ride outside... You must be rich though... I've always wanted to add one of those to my collection... However my Koenigsegg CCX can wait outside. It has standard art defense... I'll kick anyone's ass who touches my sweet car... She turned around towards the door in which made her hair swing over her shoulder. Her voice got a little harsh when she spoke about her car... It really was her baby... She loved that car. However she really wanted to ride in a Lamborghini just for the heck of it. Hmm if he was rich and knew about cars he might be someone she could learn to talk to... She secretly like cars... Not to feminine or model like but who cared. "Alright lets go. Lead the way..." She stood out of the way leaving him room to walk by and lead the way.

[Grevant]

A Koenigsegg, why haven't I bought one of those yet?

Well she certainly does know her cars.... Well shes waiting I better get moving

Grevant slowly moved away for the table, to the outside of the bar, while of course, waiting for Rememberance.

Once outside he pointed her to the Lamborghini, and said
"Shotgun"
Thinking to himself,
She wanted to ride in this thing, otherwise she would have just driven her Koenigsegg. And for someone with a troubled past, it might be a good experience for her.

And with that Grevant threw her the keys, and said
"I'll tell you where to turn."

[♥ † .:Emily:. † ♥]

She followed him outside the bar. She spotted her beloved car and then spotted the Lamborghini. She wasn't sure if it was his until she looked around and shivered... Yup it was his... She went to go to the passenger's side when he called out shotgun... Well that means she gets to drive. She finally was actually shocked... He just met her and was letting her drive his car... Catching the keys she opened the door and broke down... Not crying just didn't have that mature aura around her anymore. She was now more child-like in a way... At least until the door finished opening. She then flashed back to her old self and mentally slapped herself...

Getting inside the car she started it up. He said he would direct her where to go... Closing the door she drove out of the parking lot she went fast... Not as fast as she normally did, it wasn't her car. She figured he would tell her when to turn... So for now she would just 'drive' with a hidden smile she was enjoying herself... She got to sit in other model's boyfriend's cars or their producers but hell this was the first time she was actually allowed to drive someone else's car... She might just have to repay the favor... Unless he had a Koenigsegg CCX already....

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