Things could be much worse. //Jack

[BABETTE JO ROUX]

The camera sat beside her in the grass, the smell of almost-summer was in the air. Jo was anxious; her favorite season was approaching. She smiled brightly to herself, propped up on her arms, the long legs clad in dark jeans laid out before her. Could anything be more perfect? Well, yes, it could be. The clouds floated by harmlessly, annoyingly in front of the sun. The need to control the wind as well as light was apparent as she fidgeted on the grass. But the more she gazed up at the clouds..
"..Looks like a rabbit." Babette mumbled to herself, since her friends were non-existent. Being as blunt as she was, friends were hard to come by. Lying wasn't her forte, Babette Roux told it like it was. Sometimes the truth hurt her more than anyone else she had told it too. White lies are lies. No matter how harmless anyone thought it was, it was a lie.
'Do I look terrible in this, I've just bought it. So expen--'
'It's terrible.'
'He broke up with me, can you believe it?!'
'Well, when you cheat and lie to him, like you did, it was only a matter ... of time.'
Nevertheless, the clouds had meandered away. The sunlight poured through the clouds, and Babette felt like she was glowing. It was all just so.. Glorious. How could you trade the sunlight for immortality? Who knows, she thought all vampires were idiots, anyway. All pale, and glamorous. And pale.
A sigh escaped her. Who needed friends, anyway. A longish shadow passed over her, blocking any sort of sun making it's way to her face. Babette didn't even look over. Instead she huffed and scooted her camera closer to her with an arm.
" 'Scuse me, but you're blocking my sun."

[JACK WES URKIN]

Jack was looming over the girl and had a cigarette in his mouth. It was lit and there was a small, steady trail of smoke coming from the end. His eyes were cast down at the girl and they were fixed on her eyes. It was almost as if his eyes were trying to figure her out just from how she looked on the outside. Mumbling just a bit, he stepped out of her sunlight and then took another drag on the cigarette. Her scent was confusing to him, but that sort of thing bothered him even more when there were no visible tells as to what a person was.

"Nothing spectacular about the sun anyway." Jack huffed slightly. Too many silly little humans believed in tanning and it looked absolutely atrocious to him. What the hell was wrong with women and their skin? He personally thought that whiter girls were a hell of a lot more attractive than tanned girls. This was not true in every single case, but it was true in most. This girl he decided, as he gave her a once over now, might be an exception to this rule. Something about her eyes actually disturbed him.

"Holy crap she gives me the willies." The voice inside him seemingly retreated just at the look over her. Jack felt slightly relieved that it was not just him that seemed just a bit psyched out by those crazy looking eyes.

[BABETTE JO ROUX]

"Nothing spectacular about the sun anyway."

Jo breathed in deeply, exhaled slowly, and ignored the small twitch on her left eyelid. Nothing spectacular about the sun?! Dear God, and everything that is holy. The sun.. The sun..

"The sun, as you know, makes the world go 'round. It allows plants to make food, and give off oxygen that we need to survive. Without the sun.. This planet would be just a hunk of ice covered in nothing but darkness. A wasteland. Because of the sun we're able to live. But, oh yes.. It isn't spectacular at all."

She had propped herself up into a sitting position. The sun seemed to have lost the happy glow to it, an eerie almost-darkness had covered the park. But no clouds covered the sun at all. By George, it was a mystery.
Cigarette. Check. Lighter, matches, anything? Not so much. "Do you have a light, perchance?" she mumbled over to him, rocking onto her knees, picking up her camera, and eventually: standing up. The light was back now, everything seemed a bit more cheery, including Jo. Well, now that she had a cigarette in hand.

[JACK WES URKIN]

This girl was kind of odd. Definitely kind of odd. Was she one of the ecological freaks that went around explaining the various scientific systems that inhabited the world? If that was the case, she was going to get on his nerves incredibly fast. A record time, in fact. When she asked for a light, he felt a little better. The smoke would fill the air and that was not so ecological at all. At least she would be able to appreciate the nicotine.

Pulling a box of matches out from his pocket, he slid it open and lit one for her. Now, he would often say he carried these because they made the cigarette better, but there was a tiny inkling in the back of his mind that matches made him feel cooler. It was probably the dumbest thing in the world, but everyone had their preferences and this was definitely one of his.

"Hopefully you won't get too preachy on me." Jack glanced to the side and smirked slightly. This was a little bit of a jab at her, but it was meant as nothing personal. If he had intended to make a personal attack he would have said something about those crazy eyes of hers. This was something that the voice and Jack agreed on. This girl's eyes were piercing and creepy. While it seemed harmless enough, Jack avoided having direct eye contact with her for more than a few seconds at at time.

[BABETTE JO ROUX]

"Preachy, eh? I've been called worse. By people I've thought much closer to me than you.."

She looked over at him then, really looked at him, and squinted a bit while biting down on the end of her now lit cigarette. 'Not bad,' she thought, 'not bad at all.' He was a vision of beautiful, slightly grungy goodness. It made her want to photograph him until her camera broke. Photograph him until his good looks faded like an old pair of expensive heels. He seemed dark where she was light, like there was more to him than meets the eye. Much more entirely.

She inhaled and looked toward the sun, another cloud had passed over it. The outlining was as dark as the center was bright. Jo left the cigarette dangle between her lips and swung her camera up into her now free hand, aim, and snap. It was odd, the simplest things could draw her attention. The man beside her was not one of those simple things. He drew her attention, yes. But simple.. Probably not. The camera bounced against her hip. The cigarette now in her hand as she gestured toward her surroundings.

"So tell me, for someone who seems to resent the sunlight.. Why are you outside on such a lovely day like this?"

He could amuse her for a while, maybe hold her attention. Babette just hoped, no.. She prayed that he could take her bluntness, and her sarcasm. Loneliness was a depressing thing.

[JACK WES URKIN]

Jack would have cringed, but he had experience in front of cameras. Whenever he donated a piece or opened another art gallery cameras would be everywhere. It also helped that he was blessed in looks. He was born this way, and while he did try to keep up his looks, he had always had a certain natural flair that seemed to keep him going on just his looks alone. The way his eyes caught the sun, the way he smiled, his body language here or there, even the slight way he tilted his head to the side. All of these things and more represented his physical masquerade. He was just glad that the outside did not reflect the inside.

Giving her a smile for the camera, he then turned his head towards the sun and took another drag from the cigarette. He had thus far ignored her comment about people that were closer to her. Despite the fact that he knew what she meant, there was no one closer to her right now than Jack, unless there were crazy invisible people out there and breathing down their necks. For the record, he could not smell anyone else so he voted this theory a no.

"Oh, you know, need to stretch my legs. Besides, the sun isn't too terrible. It helps me get this wonderful look." Jack rolled up the shirt he was wearing to show the finely tanned skin of his stomach. Of course, he was also able to show off some of the muscle that he had, but this was a side-effect and not the real purpose. It was also slightly a joke, which was obvious when he spoke about it. "Besides, I prefer the night-life." He gave her a slight smirk and nodded.

[BABETTE JO ROUX]

Her brows rose at the sight of his abdomen. So his face wasn't the only pretty thing about this man. He was a flirt, he was a looker, he was.. Odd, in some way she couldn't put her finger on. It was strange, he seemed like a normal human. The only time Babette would get this feeling would be around her mother, who is a powerful witch. Or around another supernatural being.. Maybe someone else was around that was triggering this feeling. But something about him.. Ah, well. She stuck her hand out and grinned all sideways-like, since the cigarette was still burning between her lips.

"Jo." She stared at him for a few moments, her eyes searching his face for something. She didn't know what, but something other than his physical being made her want to know more about him. Screw the cat, if it were smarter.. Curiosity wouldn't have killed it.

((Poo, sorry about the low word count. ;__;

[JACK WES URKIN]

Jack laughed slightly and shook his head. This girl had the strangest look on her face what with the cigarette and the grin. It almost made him laugh again, but there were all kinds of interesting things about this girl. From the way she moved to the way she spoke, there was a sort of composition about her that intrigued him. If he could have opened up her brain and studied her all day long, he would have been down for it. Alas, only telepaths really had that sort of power and Jack was by no means a telepath. Hell, Jack was not even an empath. He had problems reading people sometimes and not others. It was really hit and miss most of the time.

"Jack." He responded to her and tilted his head to the side. Senses told him this was a normal girl, but the way she stared at him kind of told him something completely different. People could be rude, but the way this girl stared was something else entirely. She looked far too.. different to be human, but he had no proof either way.

[BABETTE JO ROUX]

Her eyes flicked over his face once more before she looked away, the laugh had brightened him up a bit. After inhaling, she grabbed the cigarette from her mouth and smirked in his general direction. Her thoughts wondered over to modeling, and wondering if he modeled. Jack was certainly gorgeous enough to do the deed. But then again he..

"...doesn't seem normal." Jo thought aloud, her teeth tugging a bit on her bottom lip while she gazed over the park. It was still beautiful and sunny, pedestrians of all sorts coming and going with pets, children, and significant others to enjoy the wonders of 'the outside'. People need to get out more often during the daytime. Work was a pain in the ass. Not like she'd know. Being a photographer didn't confine her to a cubical, or a building. It was a change of scenery from day to day, a job without a cage that was an office building of some sort. It was nice, but risky.

Jo stubbed the cigarette out in the grass and popped the butt into her now empty Camel Crush box and sighed. Life could be all play and no work if her Dear Auntie hadn't stolen what was originally her fathers. Well, there it was. Life could be a bitch, but you'll have to dust yourself off in the end and suck it up. Fairy tail endings seemed to be preserved for Disney movies.