The Pure and the Tainted [Open]

[Matthieu Ghautier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/NNLwM.gif); width: 500px; padding: 10px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #494949; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 5px; margin: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 340px; margin-left: 125px; padding: 5px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 22px; color: #e2e2e2; text-transform: lowercase; height: 100px; margin-top: -115px; text-align: justify;]you're the devil in disguise Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You fooled me with your kisses. You cheated and you schemed. Heaven knows how you lied to me. You're not the you seemed. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel. But I got wise. You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel, but I got wise. You're the devil in disguise, oh yes, you are the devil in disguise.[/style]
[atrb=style, width: 110px;][atrb=vAlign,top][style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]tags[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Open[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]words[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]three-six-zero[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]notes[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]More trouble! \o/[/style]	[atrb=style, width: 320px;][style=background-color: #494949; font-family: tahoma; color: #e2e2e2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]He prowled through the streets, making sure that none of the humans touched him. His jacket hanging loosely around him, he even tugged it closer to make himself a little more comfortable and to keep the chilling air away from his slender shape. He was strong, but that didn't mean that he couldn't get annoyed by little things like that. Besides, he had always preferred to be comfortable, especially after the years of having been denied any kind of luxury. He sometimes surprised himself even now that he had a bed to sleep in, a sink, a shower. The simplest things truly baffled him. If it had been on a younger person, it would've been nearly cute. At his age it was simply sad. Matt picked up the groceries that he needed, piling them up in his arms and ignoring the many stares aimed his way. He answered some with a scowl and pondered that he maybe would need a sack of some sort to put them away in. Moments later he found his chance and picked up one of the satchels that a man had unthinkingly left in the shopping trolley and stuffed everything in it with a triumphant grin. He kept prancing through the shelves and turned his head every side, before running out and setting off the alarm. He felt himself laugh shortly, how pathetic they were. He now had food though, thanking them for being so stupid. It was put over his shoulder and he dug out a new pack of cigarettes and opened it, putting one of the cancer sticks into his mouth "Fuck, that's good." He spoke to himself, eyes nearly falling closed and taking a deep breath. He leaned back, ignoring everyone who scowled and had to side-step him. The smoke being expelled from his lungs and then he continued on his path. He wanted to create havoc, but first he had to place the satchel somewhere safe. He couldn't let his stolen goods get stolen. He spotted the fountain however and sauntered over. A light look and then he placed the sack on the ground and seated himself with a satisfied groan. [/style]
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[Jacob Cunningham]

"Bread, milk, something fruity, a couple cans of--Hey!"

Jacob had an excuse to not know where exactly he was stepping while he walked to the grocery store: He was looking down at his shopping list and making sure he had everything on there. The person who bumped into him while they headed in the other direction probably did not have such an excuse. After a quick step back to regain his footing, he looked up to find that a nice stream of people was heading in the opposite direction of where he was going, and all of them were coming from the store.

Suffice it to say, seeing everyone come out of a building en masse was something of a strange sight. So to get the scoop on the exodus, Jacob tapped one of them many people coming his way.

"Excuse me. What's going on here?"

"Alarm. The store's closing for the day."

"Are you kiddin' me?"

"Sorry."

The patron continued on his way, leaving Jacob alone with his list, which would go unused for another day. It wasn't too much of a bad thing, but Jacob had been hoping he could get some ingredients together to make something nice. But that would have to wait for now. The list was stuffed into his pocket and he headed off to somewhere else.

Later, after passing up the impulse to pick up something quick from a delicious-smelling but greasy-looking food cart, he found himself in the City Square. It was a nice day and he figured that as along as he was out and about, he should enjoy himself and check out the parts of the City he didn't get to see while he lived on the further reaches of the City.

The fountain looked like a beautiful place to sit and rest his feet for a minute. Something about running, splashing water in the Sun was entrancing and relaxing. To his side he heard something of a grunt and looked over to find a young man smoking, with a bag stuffed to its limits with groceries.

"Wow. You must have had a field day before the alarm at the grocery store kicked-in, huh? Look at all of that."

[Matthieu Ghautier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/NNLwM.gif); width: 500px; padding: 10px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #494949; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 5px; margin: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 340px; margin-left: 125px; padding: 5px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 22px; color: #e2e2e2; text-transform: lowercase; height: 100px; margin-top: -115px; text-align: justify;]you're the devil in disguise Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You fooled me with your kisses. You cheated and you schemed. Heaven knows how you lied to me. You're not the you seemed. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel. But I got wise. You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel, but I got wise. You're the devil in disguise, oh yes, you are the devil in disguise.[/style]
[atrb=style, width: 110px;][atrb=vAlign,top][style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]tags[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Jacob.[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]words[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]four-zero-zero[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]notes[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Juuust a bit insane, just a bit.[/style]	[atrb=style, width: 320px;][style=background-color: #494949; font-family: tahoma; color: #e2e2e2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]It was a silent enough place, if one ignored the countless of people who walked around and shot him strange looks. What would a man do with so much groceries after all? He ignored them, instead kept tugging on the cancer stick in his mouth and grumbled lightly underneath his breath, kept mulling over the fact that it had been far too easy to steal, not that he minded. It was actually quite practical, but it was a shop he wouldn't be able to do the second time. They most likely knew his face now, although he wasn't sure if there had been any cameras. He also made sure to pass through when another person stepped out of the shop. Most likely that person was questioned now and a wide grin spread over his features. It suddenly faded when he heard someone seat close by and then an obnoxious voice reaching his ears. He growled lowly under his breath again and then shifted his stare toward the other man, an eyebrow lightly raised in question "What?" He snapped impatiently, before noticing what the other person was staring at and he unconsciously shifted his legs, hoping to protect this prize "Yeah." He agreed shortly. Not willing to speak more. He looked away once more and rubbed the hair away from his face. Matt hoped that the other would get the hint and stop talking to him, but most people seemed too stupid to realize something like that. He scratched his arm then and was for a moment, tempted to shift into his horse form and give everyone a scare. The thought send a near grin to his lips again, but he restrained it. It would be too obvious and he didn't want anyone seeing him shift. It was a painful process and he wanted to be alone for that, although there had been cases he had been unable to do so. It hadn't stopped him from making sure they didn't speak, either by bribing them or making them a head smaller. The man's thoughts turned back to the shop then, that it had closed simply because something had been stolen. It almost seemed stupid, didn't make sense. He would just call whatever maintained the law around here and hope to find the culprit that way. It was no concern for him though, never had been, as long it was kept simple. [/style]
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[Jacob Cunningham]

Jacob should have just continued on his way. He should have just said a polite, amicable goodbye and left this kid to his own devices. He should have just left this young man and let him just be a forgettable blip on his memory, soon to be overtaken by a particulary funny sign or a woman with a really nice ass. However, he did none of those. Jacob's better nature was to always give someone a chance or two, and to believe better in them because who was he to judge right off the bat? It was Human nature to make snap judgements, something that was perfectly natural, but it was an attitude that often accidentally created bad situations. Taking a moment to dig just that much deeper could avoid any such situations.

But damn if it wasn't hard to be the better man sometimes. Some times like the one he was in now. In two words, the kid with the grocery bag had told Jacob just about everything he needed to know about him. He was impolite, and his body language spoke to that as well. He was also not very outgoing, but that was a trait he shared with a lot of other young people. That sentence probably best summed up everything about him. He was like a lot of other young people. Socially immature, withdrawn, unreasonably angry, self-centered, and basically any other adjective that ever described a teenager. Which was really sad since he seemed older than that.

That may have been where the single strand of sympathy came from. Jacob remembered being like that, being rebellious and thinking he knew better despite everything his elders were telling him. Now that he was an elder, he finally understood what generations upon generations upon generations of old versus young antagonism was all about.

Anyway, Jacob was going to brush off the kid's less-than-stellar communication skills and remained where he was on the fountain, still friendly and smiling. The kid's effort to protect his grocery prize was a little needless since he remained where he sat, not moving any closer to him.

"You plannin' on some kind of get-together, like a barbeque or something? I mean, it's great weather for it."

Looking up in the bright blue sky then down to the swaying trees and manicured lawns, Jacob could not fathom why some people could not be at least a little cheered-up in this weather. Then again, some people were night owls and preferred that time of day. Not to mention that a beautiful day could easily turn into a sweltering sauna of a day, and even Jacob hated that.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My name's Jacob, and you are?"

[Matthieu Ghautier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/NNLwM.gif); width: 500px; padding: 10px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #494949; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 5px; margin: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 340px; margin-left: 125px; padding: 5px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 22px; color: #e2e2e2; text-transform: lowercase; height: 100px; margin-top: -115px; text-align: justify;]you're the devil in disguise Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You fooled me with your kisses. You cheated and you schemed. Heaven knows how you lied to me. You're not the you seemed. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel. But I got wise. You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel, but I got wise. You're the devil in disguise, oh yes, you are the devil in disguise.[/style]
[atrb=style, width: 110px;][atrb=vAlign,top][style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]tags[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Jacob[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]words[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]five-one-one[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]notes[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Silly Matt, not everyone is out for your blood..[/style]	[atrb=style, width: 320px;][style=background-color: #494949; font-family: tahoma; color: #e2e2e2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]He had actually wished that the other would leave and find himself the funny sign or the woman with the nice ass. At least that was what he would think if he had the ability to read minds. His shoulders where kept tense and his gaze remained wary. His trust had been broken long ago and hadn't been repaired, didn't find the need to do so and thus remained cold and hostile. He could care less how they acted toward him, but apparently he had no choice in this matter and he wasn't about to leave this spot for someone else. He had claimed it rather fairly today. Also he wouldn't have taken kindly to being called a kid, especially when he would be thirty next year, especially by someone who didn't look all that old himself. He knew that he looked young, but then would've continued that they didn't need to assume things about him. For a moment, he wondered how it would've been if his younger brother had still survived, would he be laughing and smiling and maybe he would've learned again that people weren't all so bad after all? The younger sibling wasn't here however, killed by the very humans that he loathed and would never return to him. The thought send his fists curling into fists and if he had a shred of emotion left, he would've cried. He felt truly alone here, maybe the sole source of most of his behavior. It was a question that wouldn't be answered most likely. He looked at the other warily, some of his face shielded by the hair falling in front of his features. The next question somewhat startled him, blinking for a moment. He tried to dig up the word in his mind, knowing that he had encountered it once before, then it flashed across his mind and he paused, before shrugging "I guess." He murmured "I only hope they will come." He lied, none would come and he didn't hope for anyone coming as well, darting a glance above "It's indeed nice weather." He agreed. If he was forced to make conversation, he would show others that he wasn't uncivilized. The other man was at least somewhat correct, Matt indeed did prefer the cover of night and the protection it granted him. The sunlight was hurting his eyes even now and he hated the feeling. Maybe he should've stolen a pair of sunglasses as well. His attention was called again when the other man spoke once more, nodding ever so lightly "A pleasure to meet you, I'm sure." He lied once more, no it wasn't a pleasure. He really wanted nothing more than to rip the other apart and then continue plotting other murders. His name was asked and he froze lightly, before moving again. It was almost impossible to see his reaction, but sharp eyes could see a lot of things if they cared to do so "Matt." He finally spoke, deciding that it was safest than giving his full name or even his last name. [/style]
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[Jacob Cunningham]

A light smile was flashed Matt's way when he replied with more than just single words at a time. Getting more than monosyllabic reactions out of him meant at least he was paying attention and listening to what Jacob was saying, if only to a small degree.

For Jacob, it was a pleasant surprise. Maybe he was was wrong to think so ill of Matt when he first sat down, even if his initial replies were curt and a little abrasive. Matt wasn't exactly a person of sunny disposition, that was definitely coming through more a lot of other things to Jacob, but he was responding and seemed to be trying to have a conversation. It was all well and good as far he was concerned because it meant there was a possibility of him opening, and a possibility was better than nothing.

Normally, he would have extended the traditional handshake of greeting. In this case, he thought otherwise. It was hard enough just trying to get Matt to not be so laconic with him. Physical contact of any kind just seemed out of the question.

"So what brings you out to the Square anyway, Matt?"

Jacob was nothing if not persistent when it came to making small talk and conversation. In his experience, it would take a concerted effort to not make some talk. By then, he might have found some thread of commonality they could work with, and then an amicable relationship could form from there.

"Waitin' for friends or something?"

Yeah, obviously Jacob was not picking up on the menacing vibes that Matt was trying to put out in his direction, mostly because he was too busy looking around and people watching to actually do any kind of keen observation of Matt. He looked over every so often to make sure that Matt was still there and to try and guage his reaction. But like the deal with the handshake, Matt didn't seem like the kind of person who liked being looked at. Jacob was happy to give him that much for the time being.

[Matthieu Ghautier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/NNLwM.gif); width: 500px; padding: 10px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #494949; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 5px; margin: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 340px; margin-left: 125px; padding: 5px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 22px; color: #e2e2e2; text-transform: lowercase; height: 100px; margin-top: -115px; text-align: justify;]you're the devil in disguise Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You fooled me with your kisses. You cheated and you schemed. Heaven knows how you lied to me. You're not the you seemed. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel. But I got wise. You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel, but I got wise. You're the devil in disguise, oh yes, you are the devil in disguise.[/style]
[atrb=style, width: 110px;][atrb=vAlign,top][style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]tags[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Jacob.[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]words[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]three-four-eight[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]notes[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Still not very talkative[/style]	[atrb=style, width: 320px;][style=background-color: #494949; font-family: tahoma; color: #e2e2e2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]What a surprise, but those who usually bothered him got more attention than those who went their own way as he desired, not always in the positive, though. It was on those moments he more often than not considered how he could get rid of them, easy and without a lot of blood. Although the latter wasn't always a given. The thought nearly send his lips curling upward and eyelids slowly lowered and then his gaze was shifted sideways, observing the other man slowly and carefully. He seemed... dull, someone with a face that was quickly forgotten. At least to him and that could prove dangerous. The next question was fired and he remained silent for a long while, intertwining his fingers and placing them in front of his mouth. He could say a lot of things to that, but decided to go with what was mostly the truth, again. He shrugged his shoulders shortly "Resting." He replied, lowering his head further and a smirk curling the corners of his mouth "Why, this place is too much to resist." He finished, somewhat dryly. His fingers moved over the bag, still hunched somewhat protectively over it, even though the other hadn't even glanced toward it or made a move toward it. He looked away again and yet his gaze soon returned and he waited, not knowing for what. Maybe for more questions that the other surely had. The young male had the urge to check the phone in his pocket, but squished it down for the moment and leaned back when the second, expected, question was fired toward him and this time he was a little quicker in answering "I guess you could call them that." He agreed with a careless shrug. Matt was indeed glad for the lack of attention that Jacob paid him, although he was used to the staring in his direction. He leaned even further back and his fingers dipped into the cold liquid behind him. It was almost as relaxing having a cigarette between his lips, although the nicotine would always win over this. [/style]
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