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[Cruise Joseph Webster]

"Bitch!". Formal addressing is so last year. The door closed behind him as he made his way inside. He was in a pretty chilled mood. He had spent the day cleaning at LA Fever and doing the hand house-dude thing around the apartment. He had spent the day greatly striken with bore that he needed to do something entertain him. That cute little blonde bartender was his first thought, but then came Pook. Why not hang out with a cousin, even if it is just shop talk on this group. He knew she was looking for 'missions' or whatever you want to call them for field-practise for this circus show, and was putting a lot of time into it, so he was cool to help out when he could. And to ensure he was in full chill mode, his cell-phone was on severe standby and ears on top of his head; pun not intended. Moving through the house, he found the access to the headquarters. He didn't need to hear her thoughts to know where this chick was, so using his verification he dawdled his way inside with the doors closing behind him.

"Hey there skank! Ah' got burgers". He held up a white paper bag as a sign as he moved in. He shouldn't do this but he did, he went over to the main computer and put on a tab of Geordie Shore and kicked his feet up onto the desk. Just chillen, you know how it is. "Since Big Brother probably knows, tha' case downtown waz' a success. Tha' three kids 're safe 'nd we h've one dead Brastus demon". He said as he bit into the burger as the show came on, even if he did mute it for the sake of noise purposes. The cool thing about rich relations - this monitor was as big as the friggin' Wall Of China. Greese ran down his chin as lettuce and meat hung out of his mouth for a second as he smiled cheesily at Pook and enveloped everything into his mouth. Don't worry guys, Cruise was going to take his supple ass to the gym later. But right now was time for endulgence. His eyes cast over to his cousin as he looked at her outfit, and looked her up and down. Jokingly, he smirked. "Ah' declare slut, 'nd what does your tat mean anyways?". He asked, taking another bite as he wondered. Pook had initials on her, she really didn't seem like the one to bare a tramp-stamp.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

"Slut!" she called back to him as she sat with the never ending pile of paperwork that seemed to be needed for the Seraphim Foundation. "How you doin', Coz?" she asked as she set the paperwork to the side and rose to meet him, "Thank you for rescuing me from the dread paperwork." she said as she stepped back and sat down. Putting the paperwork in a drawer for safe keeping.

"You always know the way to my heart, Gigolo." she quipped back as she took her combo meal from the bag and laid it out neatly on a plate she kept for such things. Careful to put a napkin on her dress she nibbled on fries and didn't protest the background show. "Glad the mission was a success." she nodded to him proudly, "Ya did good." she ignored the mess he made because, it was just how he rolled and hanging with him was not something she did often so she enjoyed it. "Oh that? That's from Trent he bit me and wrote his initials there. Trenton Dante Moore. He says it will keep other vamps from attacking me and so far it seems to be working. I mean I wasn't expecting it but sometimes you've got to look on the bright side of life." she sipped some of her coke and nibbled on more fries before they got cold, "Heck, I can barely see it cause I'm blind but folks seem to notice it a bit." she shifted in her chair uncomfortably and pushed her glasses up on her nose.

Pausing in the discussion she took a bite out of her burger, "I also found out Philip isn't dead. He showed up in the Drama building today...it didn't go well." out loud she was quiet. Internally, she slowly sent him the story of what happened, "I think I'm going to request a sabbatical from school. I just can't have him around harassing me. He's evil, Cruise. I felt it rolling off of him. He doesn't think I know but he's not going to change his mind." she put her uneaten portion of her burger away, suddenly not hungry. "I'm just at a loss. Its not like a regular police officer can deal with him. His wolf is always just under the surface. I can feel it trying to claw its way up. Its creepy as fuck."

[Cruise Joseph Webster]

Paperwork; the downer of everyone's day. Just looking at it at its organisation and neatness made him want to barf. That was where they were different; Marina would work the paper while Cruise just works 'it'. But opposites attract, and he couldn't get enough of his cousin now. It was good, and it was familiar. She had a way to keep him on track, which he was always grateful for, and looking to her with a wink he smiled. "Anytime". And then commenced with his chilledness. He looked to the paper work. She was sorting out stuff for the foundation which was cool and stuff, he just had to keep away from that. Official stuff made him nauseous, so he was cool just to stick with the kicking-ass side of life, getting girls and gays and drink driving. He was better at that, so so in the chain his feet sat on the edge of the desk as he felt very relieved, and was now able to just hang-out. A restrained cat is a very very unhappy cat.

"Ah' know". He smiled. He knew her far too much, and as she sat the napkin and plate down to eat the burger,, it reminded him. How could they be related? He was slobbishly eating this burger like a mad addict and she still remembered her edicates. How funny? He smirked at it, shaking his head slightly as he shoved a handful of fries into his mouth. "Ah' do what Ah' can". He smirked, shrugging and eating some more. But then something - really unsurprising came out. It couldn't have been the initials of a dead ex or something? The remnants of a rough Friday night? But it had to be - a vampire bite? His happy expression soon turned as he looked at her and then some part of him must have thought she was joking. "Excuse meh'?". He breathed out as she explained it more. When she finished, he grabbed a pen and threw it softly at her, aiming at her head. "Is that a' joke? Mah' cousin has been fuckin' tagged bah' a vamp? Tha' only br'ght side to that iz tha' you aren't one of 'em. Tha' might mean that other vamps can't suck tha' shit out of ya but he sure can". She wasn't freaked, she wasn't worried or anything. It was just casual for her, but how could she only now bring this up, that she has a vamp taking territory over her. But he didn't want to play the blame game, so he tried to calm it. "You' do know that th's mean Ah'm l'ke gonna be here everynight. 'Nd Ah'm buyin' you garlic vitamins 'nd puttin' holy water in your' water system". He kind of smirked, taking another bite but feeling really heated. If he saw this vampire freak, he would scratch his eyes out - literally.

"Phi -". He was cut off by his own thoughts, recalling the tool. "Ferel Phillip? Tha' dude who decorated hiz house in you'r blood? N'd iz literally a' dirty dawg?". He remembered him. Reginald and him picked her up from the hospital and she was a mess, and even though Cruise was in his own fucked up situation, he made sure he came to her for that. He loved her, and she didn't deserve what that ass did to her. "D'id he hurt you?". He asked, sitting up and placing his burger on the wrapper, looking to her. She didn't seem to be hurt, and if she was then she wouldn't tell him. And this telepath could not pick up a lie, so he let it go. "Listen here mah' little hoe, there iz definitely a' difference t' now 'nd then; meh'. Ah'm not gonna let h'm touch you', 'nd if he does then i't will be funny watchin' a' wolf cry with it'z balls shoved in it's mouth". He said as he grabbed a fry and took small nibbles, just thinking. God it would be fun kicking the crap out of that guy. But it was official; Cruise had two guys on his hit list and it was only 3 o'clock. Hells yes!

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

"Oh I got you some gear for missions. You might want to go check it out and this..." she pulled a credit card off the desk and passed it to him, "Is your budget for when you have to go do a little fact finding in your own special way. It will work for clothes or schmoozing a target if you need to. Just don't go all crazy okay?" she asked him as she picked up another fry.

"I'm low maintenance." she grinned as they munched away on the food and she slowly relaxed next to him. Relief on her face. Clearly she needed the break too. There was only so much hand shaking and people meeting one could do and she had to stop and regroup.

"If they were sucking the shit out of me they would be called enemas instead of vampires. It wasn't like I realized what he was doing. I mean I'm not exactly THAT well versed in vamp culture and it was better than getting bothered every five minutes cause I went on one date that got cancelled cause some witch cast a love spell and it hit the whole city. I mean hell the guy is hardly ever around as it is so I say if it keeps me from being hassled the way I was before its not as bad as it seems.

"I'm drinking vervain tea. That's supposed to keep a lot of them at bay too. Its not like I haven't planned ahead. And I eat plenty of garlic without having to take pills for it." she explained quietly. "Besides I bet my new fangled power zaps them good and proper."

"Yup. Well if you call dragging me into his office, overwhelming me with his wolf hornieness and trying to make out with me hurt then ya but I told him to back the fuck off me and he seemed to get it. You'd think a guy that fucked his way down the southern coast line after he was turned would be too worn out for anything but he seemed to be all rarin to drag me off to Virginia. I told him it wasn't gonna happen and he basically said that he'd made sure I was signed up for his classes. So, after I got out of there, I just figured I needed a break from school.

"Bitch, ya gotta remember his wolf is really close to the surface. Its like its about to bust out of his skin at any moment. Its the oddest thing. I mean most werewolves have a cycle but its like he's past all that to a new level. Its not gonna be easy. I had to watch it when I yelled at him. I mean holy crap I could hear his bones shifting under his skin. It was freaky. You do not want to meet him unprepared, Cruise. I mean it." she said as she looked at him seriously. "He's pissed I moved on without him and he's equally pissed that I've got other guys interested in me."

She exhaled and pinched the bridge of her nose, "FML, Cruise I just want something close to a normal relationship ya know? I mean hell I've got this vampire that bit me who is all wedding bells and stuff. Then I've got a crazy ass ex whose likely to hump my leg if I look at him funny and then there is Rodney. He's actually a normal human. He's got a hero complex a mile wide and thinks I need saving from my shit life. Problem is I can't tell him anything. I mean heck he doesn't even know about the supernatural so its like...I dunno I mean I'm just worried he's gonna find out and its gonna bite me in the ass. Hell I don't even know if I like him because of him or if its because he kissed me and I turned into a cupid. And then there is the reverse question. What if all of this is just because of my pheromones? What if no one really likes me and its all because my pheromones are making them act crazy and shit? Fuck...." She flopped back in her chair, "I mean hell I barely know what I am or the extent of the changes. I don't know much about this stuff and I'm expected to help people fall in love. If I can't sort out my own shit how the holy jebbus am I supposed to sort out anyone elses? I mean Trent's dependable but he's got that vamp thing...Philip is just bat shit insane and Rodney lives a normal life but I can't even talk to him about what I do or who I am. Its like my entire relationship is built on this false image of me." She sagged and looked over at him, "And yes, I know I need to get the fuck over my whiney bitch problems. I'm just trying to sort it all out in my head."

[Cruise Joseph Webster]

Not there five minutes and he already had pretty gifts. A smile and cheesy speak had already occured, but when he saw the credit card he basically shot out of his seat as he leant over towards her. "No crazy! K, K, now gimme". He was like a kid at Christmas as he snatched it out of her hand and returned to his seat. Giving someone like Cruise a credit card was like giving a stoner a bong, it was just way too much temptation. He would use it for emergencies - mostly. But he had more things to play with, probably some fun toys to play with. Something to make 'Sparks' a name worth knowing. Ahh, the joys of relations with luxery. "Thanks cuz, Ah' waz jus' meanin' tah' get one of these". He smiled and slipped it into his wallet for later. Like condoms at last minute kinda stuff. "Low maintanence my left as cheek". He huffed under his breath, smirking. He could do this all day.

But with the vampire thing, of course she had to stand up for herself. It wasn't Pook to really be that oblivious really, and it was a big surprise. "True that', buh' with some really, really minor exceptions, you' can't trust those fuckers. They'll rip you' a new hole, two of 'em, 'nd Ah'll be pissed. Also, Ah' don't wan't my cuzzin's cherry bein' popped bah' a fuckin' demon. Once you' go demon, you' know wha' she's meanin'". He rose an eyebrow and ate some more. It was intense shit, but he almost forgot that his cousin was a cupid, a psychic and the occassional scary chick, it wasn't like she was slight-touch fragile or anything. She knew how to stand her ground, but it was just natural for him to be protective over her. It is a two-for-one deal, if you want to fuck with Mari then you get Cruise completely free, and he wasn't worried about getting his hands dirty.

"It's up tah' you'. Ya know meh', Ah' am fully against school - 'nd college - 'nd education crap. Buh' if you' thank it will help, then totes do'it". He was just being honest. Not just the hating of modern educational system thing, most people knew that, but trying to stay away from him. At least this definitely proved that she wouldn't go back. The thing about Pook is that even though she is touch and strong, she is forgiving and on more then one occasion doesn't give up on someone where with Cruise, you do him bad and you are permanently labelled shit. But she wasn't exactly worried for Philip's benefit because after Cruise is done, she should be, but that Philip was different. Cruise had fought off werewolves before, mostly because he is faster and swifter then them, but that is one or two nights out of a year, not whenever. "Of'course you' do, you'r a fucken' cupid woman! Buh' really, consider Philip to h've a' brand new asshole ripped by your's truely". And with that, he had his last mouthful and chewed on it as Mari had her FML moment.

After her mad killer rant, he heard her with his chin rested on his knee as he faced her. No more of this depressive bullshit going on in this little factory of doom, it was time to lighten the mood. Luckily, she called the right guy. Walking over, he put a hand on her shoulder and twisted over and looked at her. "Ah' was 'bout to say that' mah' sweet - bitch". He smirked and then turned and fell onto Pook's lap, curling up and swinging his hands over her neck and grinned looking at her. "Mah' poor poor Pook. So many options, only one vag. Gotta' be frustratin'". He smirked as he looked at her. "This is whah' relationships 're a avoided bah' tha' CJ-man. Too complicated, ya' just need to learn tha' advanced skill o'f sluttery 'nd h've fun. It's not hard, Ah'll teach you". He smirked as he then looked to the screen as it blinked. Oh, operated missions. "N'd bingo waz his namo. Time fo'r a lil' ear-com talk while Ah' go get hot 'nd sweaty". He smirked to her, finally getting off before his cousins already disabled legs were left numb too. See, he can be considerate.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

"Hey I'm not the one trying to compete with Hugh Hefner for most chicks banged in one lifetime you are. I figured that should keep you stocked in everything from suits to condoms and anything in between. I'm not so naieve as to think you won't need to do some horizontal mambo to get intel, 007." she winked at him and relaxed back in her chair. "I haven't seen you this happy since you scored with the Benson twins all those years back."
"Oh please I am about as far from that happening as you can get and still be an earth bound being. I'm not one to just hop in the sack with someone. You know my dad would flip his shit in ways that mortal men can't even comprehend. Hell he lets you stay around because you got player radar and can spot them ahead of time." she chuckled and shook her head. Sex was so not on this girl's radar at the moment.

"I'm actually pissed its totally not fucking fair. That bastard knows how to get under my skin and it just frustrates the hell out of me. I just told him in his face he couldn't keep it in his pants and I didn't want to see it danglin' and walked out. Maybe not the safest move but I don't like being teased. You always know how to cheer me up baby." she grinned at him before she looked at her screen a moment. Trust Cruise to make her feel better with offers of mindless violence. It truly was a weird world she grew up in.

"Hell yeah its frustrating! There aren't enough batteries in this world to deal with my frustrations." she quipped back at him as he lounged on her, "An' its not like I'm the golden arches with over four billion served like some people." she muttered with a huff noise she didn't actually need the batteries but it helped to play along. She didn't want to seem like more of a nerd than she already was.

"How do you teach sluttery? I thought you were or you weren't?" she asked him with an honest perplexed look. "I mean I'm not tryin' to start a riot." she giggled as she picked up the remains of the meal and tossed it while he got ready to kick some ass. "I think once they see you and your new gear they will piss themselves. Hit it babe."