<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Timestamp: Dyo 20, 81380, Midday Who: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1104Jazlyn F'aronui</a> Where: Jaz's flat Warnings: None as of yet</td></tr></table> Jaz stood in front of a mirror, actually the only mirror in the flat. She wore a pair of jeans where at the hems seemed that they would not make it much longer, tatters of them trailing on the floor as she walked. Her hair was trying to escape from the rogue bun, more like knot, that she had put up. As usual her thin fingered hands were covered by gloves and she wore a dark sweatshirt that was about three or so sizes to big for her, and at her neck hung that blasted thirteen pointed star. Her indigo eyes peering back at her in the dim light only cast by the small lamp in the other room. She exited the bathroom, satisfied with her look -it was probably as good as it was going to get unless she invested some serious time that she did not have. In the hall the walls were a dark grey and had multiple graffiti messages, not all of them that nice, but some of them had been her doing, so she really was not in a place to complain. She went into the main part of the realtively messy flat and cleaned up some, the sounds of a heavy drum beat, crashing guitars and a somewhat harmoic wailing sound pouring from the stereo. She walked over to the coffee table and shut the laptop that was whirring idly on its surface. There was a metal rod on which she had only started to engrave symbols on that she caught between her teeth before dumping some of the stuff in her arms in one of the mostly empty closets in her bedroom, the rod going in a cabinet next to the stereo. She looked around, pleased with the two minute clean up job that seemed to make so much of a difference and turned on her heel. Passing the small glass-topped table near the door she picked up a thin silver phone, a ring of keys, and a pair of sunglasses. The latter or which she put on, the other two she slipped in her pockets. She left the flat, trying her best to distract herself from the other two tenants emotional states. It was easy with Siaka, afterall, she was usually too tired on the weekends to feel anything much past apathy. The vamp however... Jaz focused on the date, the 20th day of Dyo the second month in the 81380th year and how divided by thirteen it was roughly 6262, no quarrles with that number it added up to 16 divided by two was 8, and so her thoughts went on until she reached the bottom of the stairs and into the lobby, where it was much brighter than the dim light she usually kept her apartment in. She stood off to the side watching the door, waiting for the black arden she had met at a party thrown by some such student at Janarden, she didn't remember the host's name she'd seen the flyer posted in the girls bathroom anyways. The arden however, A'delos, he had been interesting. He'd kept the party going with the help of a few other folks, she'd talked with him a bit, exchanged her phone number and address with him and so the story goes. Generally she didn't like parties, but it was different, she wasn't quite sure how, but it might have been the fact that enough alcohol and most of them started thinking along the same lines, except for a few A'delos being one of them, she hadn't seen him drink much of anything, she also noticed that he seemed pretty focused and his emotions didn't confuse her or disorient her so much... it was nice. So there she was, standing there waiting for A'delos to show up kind of feeling out of place even though she lived in the building. It just failed to register with her until she was standing there in the lobby that she lived in the black market. She put a hand to her forehead, hoping that he wasn't caught in some fight or something. Though it would have been her luck.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Hiya. ^^ Bwajajaja</td></tr></table> Del strolled idly down the steet, his coat waving in the wind behind him. Regardless of where he was- the black market area was typically pretty depressing- he felt very light and cheerful. He felt good about himself- and not smug at all, considering he was very well dressed, in his long grey cloth coat (hanging open over his bare chest, as was his usual) and slightly baggy black jeans, as well as a small pendant on a silver chain of a crecent moon. He looked around at the stores here and there, selling various little trinkets and things, distracted to the point where he almost bumped right into Jaz, only narrowly missing her by a very awkward half turn and standing on one leg. He recovered quickly from the awkward little fumble, quickly regaining his cool demeanor. <span style='color:gray'>"Hey."</span> he said in greeting, running four fingers through his hair- which was currently loose and spiking in the front, with the back tied into a simple, though stylish, ponytail. He offered a smile to Jaz, <span style='color:gray'>"So, what mischief, illegal activities, and otherwise fun things are on the agenda today?"</span> he said lightly, digging in his many pockets. <span style='color:gray'>"Where was... er... aha!"</span> he said, producing his cool, semi triangular sunglasses, and with an effortless ease, flicked them open and set them on his lupine muzzle. He allowed a slightly badass looking (though primarily fictional) grin, and allowed his usual 'power slouch' to sink a bit lower, making him look very mellow- or else about to rob a convenience store. Either way, he started to blend with the locals somewhat, his silver eyes scanning the various people over the rims of his dark shades.
Jaz saw A'delos before he saw her. <span style='color:blue'>Hello to you too.</span> She said, smirking as he put on his sunglasses and slouched. <span style='color:blue'>I've got something I need to pick up before the owner decides to change their mind and sell it, by picking up I mean stealing, but it's all the same around here. As for mischief and illeagal activities however, those tend to happen around me anyway. Course I still can't figure out why the drug lord that lives down over by where they sell most of the weapons doesn't want me up on his roof. He sent guards out after me last time i did that. No worse for the wear, but one of them probably had to get stitches down the side of his face.</span> She said, a satisfied grin on her face. She began to walk off, first making sure that he was walking along with her. A clamor of emotions swept over her, some were upset, a few scared, but in general most folks were pissed. At what? She didn't really care, besides it was more fun to come up with her own explinations for their emotional states.
