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SkoomaCat · Posted 02-18-2012, 10:57 PM

The Green Library was dimly lit by the light filtering in through a single window, but Jayce didn't mind. His eyes were used to shadows and darkness, and were scanning the room back and forth. Although he had been assured that he would not have any trouble here, he refused to let down his guard. His paranoia--not that he liked to call it that; he preferred "instincts"--had kept him alive all these years. He didn't see any reason to change his ways.

As such, he sat in a corner of the room, his back against the bookshelves so that he had a clear view of his surroundings. He didn't like surprises, unless he was the one doing the surprising. He sat casually, one leg crossed over the other, one set of fingers tapping slowly across his thigh as he watched the door, waiting for his new partner to appear. Jayce was used to working with new people. Most of his partners didn't last more than a few jobs, whether because they were killed or they just didn't want to work with him again. He didn't mind it, though. People came and went. In this life, nothing was constant.

He sighed and stretched, his hands up above his head, cracking his neck back and forth, eyes closed for just a minute. When he opened them again, a small tremor of surprise went through him as he saw that a woman was suddenly standing across the library, in front of a window. He hadn't heard her come in, hadn't seen the door open. It would have taken her a few moments to walk from the door to where she stood now. His green eyes narrowed as he looked at her, slowly lowering his arms. She wasn't a normal human--not that there were many pure blooded humans left these days, but she wasn't as normal as she could have been. As she should have been. Jayce didn't have a lot of love for those on the supernatural side of the spectrum.

He could only make out her silhouette against the light of the window, couldn't see her face, but he assumed she was here because of him.

"You're Deleon?" He asked, his voice echoing in the library. He hoped he got the name right. It sounded right.

		#4	SkoomaCat Barrel of Monkeys
The Green Library was dimly lit by the light filtering in through a single window, but Jayce didn't mind. His eyes were used to shadows and darkness, and were scanning the room back and forth. Although he had been assured that he would not have any trouble here, he refused to let down his guard. His paranoia--not that he liked to call it that; he preferred "instincts"--had kept him alive all these years. He didn't see any reason to change his ways. As such, he sat in a corner of the room, his back against the bookshelves so that he had a clear view of his surroundings. He didn't like surprises, unless he was the one doing the surprising. He sat casually, one leg crossed over the other, one set of fingers tapping slowly across his thigh as he watched the door, waiting for his new partner to appear. Jayce was used to working with new people. Most of his partners didn't last more than a few jobs, whether because they were killed or they just didn't want to work with him again. He didn't mind it, though. People came and went. In this life, nothing was constant. He sighed and stretched, his hands up above his head, cracking his neck back and forth, eyes closed for just a minute. When he opened them again, a small tremor of surprise went through him as he saw that a woman was suddenly standing across the library, in front of a window. He hadn't heard her come in, hadn't seen the door open. It would have taken her a few moments to walk from the door to where she stood now. His green eyes narrowed as he looked at her, slowly lowering his arms. She wasn't a normal human--not that there were many pure blooded humans left these days, but she wasn't as normal as she could have been. As she should have been. Jayce didn't have a lot of love for those on the supernatural side of the spectrum. He could only make out her silhouette against the light of the window, couldn't see her face, but he assumed she was here because of him. "You're Deleon?" He asked, his voice echoing in the library. He hoped he got the name right. It sounded right. My Quest Thread Chats are much loved :)
	Posted 02-18-2012, 10:57 PM