Midnight Waves (open)

[jordanfelix]

"Well, lets be off then hmm. I know a nice little place right up near the boardwalks."

Jordan didn't really answer the question, in fact all he did was give a light shrug. New York was a big city, there were many boardwalks and beaches, not only that most of the restaurants were in some pretty bad condition. He remembered going to one, infested with vampires and werewolves, which was odd seeing as they didn't usually get a long. Come to think of it, that was the same feeling he got when he stood around Callum, the feeling of self-doubt, of uncertainty. He shook off the feeling, he began to strap the surf board to the top of his car, securing it so he wouldn't have to spend another chunk of his pay check on another board. A sigh of relief came when the board was secure, as he opened the door he pressed the four buttons on the side of it, the car doors were unlocked. He slid in carefully, making sure not to knock any of his things over. Some days, his car was his office, others his car was his means of transportation, again it differed on the day.

He removed the pile of papers from the passengers seat and slipped them into his glove compartment, he'd have to organize those later and hell... it was going to be bad. He slipped the key into the ignition and heard the thunderous roar of his engine, that was the buff of being a mechanic, nice car. He grinned lightly as he waited for the two to get into the car, he set the radio on low and leaned back lightly, making sure his foot was away from the gas. "So, Ixandra, what brings you too New York?," Jordan thought he'd at least show some hospitality and ask the woman why exactly that they'd find her in New York of all places. It wasn't the greatest city, that was a for sure point that he'd made, so the question had remained.

Jordan watched the city ahead of him through his windshield, a light yawn had escaped his mouth. The rows of streetlights were dim and yellow in color, lighting the streets up with fantastic illumination. He couldn't count how many times he'd passed streets that had little to no lights, which was the most reason he installed the headlights, that and the fact he didn't want to get pulled over. Cops weren't really a problem for Jordan though, all he really had to do was get them close and bite them, it also solved his 'need for blood' problem. He'd been looking into a blood bank, more for the reason that he didn't really want to feed off humans. Another problem had been summed up also, he just couldn't eat solids for some reason. It had probably been the same problem the woman vampire had when she bit him, hell he hated her for that, but loved it at the same time. He laughed lightly, Jordan had again found himself in a love-hate situation.

[callum]

Callum looked over Jordan's car as he came closer to it, taking in the model and the plates, what the interior looked like and anything he would really need if he had to give a description of the car. He didn't think he would but it was just something he did out of habit more than anything else. He also tried to take note of Jordan's personality and behavior. He seemed like the mellow type, not someone that goes about showing his feelings to others but not one of those repressed people that couldn't laugh because someone had shoved a stick up their bum at a young age.

A good person, or a very good cover identity. It was the kind of personality that drew you in without making you feel uncomfortable. Callum wasn't that far off from that, except he strived to be the type with his heart on his sleeve, emotions open for anyone to read. Not that he enjoyed the idea, but if people believed they knew your emotional state they generally felt superior, at least in the shadier areas he had worked. There were some obvious disadvantages and Callum's nature tended to make some people feel uncomfortable, always ready to do something and pull others along for the ride, but it was a much more open and easily accessible nature.

Callum made a glance back at the woman, at Miss Ixi DaSilva. He couldn't tell much about her, she was obviously a social person. Happy it seemed, but... screw it. Callum had learned a long time ago not to try too hard to do a personality analysis on women, way too much trouble for something that was often wrong. When women were involved it was best just to go with an instinct approach and hope you hadn't done anything stupid. Thinking about it now, the staring was probably stupid. He blushed again slightly before opening the door to the car. He glanced at Jordan to make sure it was okay to get in, picking a spot in the back seat of the car so that the passenger seat was still open.

"No worries, its close. We could probably walk there, but then that would deprive us of a lovely little car ride wouldn't it?" Callum said as he ducked his head in and removed his camera, planning to leave it in the car. Even if he didn't get it back he wasn't worried. The only shots on the camera were some of him goofing around, yes Callum was still immature enough to play with a new camera when he got one. It didn't mean he wasn't serious about his work or some kind of loon. Really, it doesn't.

OOC: Sorry about taking so long to post and the poor read above. Been a really busy weekend/start of the week and I'm a bit drained. I figured a good night's sleep should help.

[* Ixandra Marie]

Ixandra crawled in the passenger's seat after Callum had chosen the backseat. After all the trouble Jordan had went through to clear out the front passenger seat, someone had to sit there. She looked at Jordan as he spoke to her, having put the seat belt on out of habit.

"So, Ixandra, what brings you too New York?,"
Ixi Stxi smiled, biting her lip. How to tell this tale without actually telling her tale... She shrugged. "My brother lives here and I come here from time to time to visit him. I also have a job here whenever I come to visit him and so I come here for that... It isn't a bad place, really, but I do think my brother should have moved to a place a bit more..." she worded herself carefully. "Grandeur..." she finished slowly, with a smirk as the passed an all night XXX clothing shop. Oh, the 'grandeur's of New York City, New York...

You didn't find them anywhere else, it seemed. They weren't in London, anyway. That was for damn sure. She turned in her seat so she could look at both Cal and Jordan. "Oh, umm... Do either of you have cell phones? We should exchange numbers, meet up some time..." she said with a big smile. It wasn't anythign flirtacious, of course, but just an offer for a good friend whenever either needed it. That's what Ixandra was always good at, being a friend. She was a good listener but could also talk your ear off. She had a problem with rambling on about something but then again, everyone had SOME sort of imperfection, it's what made them human... Or, WOULD have been what made them human if they were in fact alive, which some weren't, such as vampires... But that was just some.

[jordanfelix]

Jordan maneuvered the car wheel, going about speed limit maybe a couple of numbers off, but that didn't really bother him much. If the police had attempted to pull him over, he'd simply state that there was much worse things happening in this city than a little speeding. What could they do to him? They were human and whether they liked it or not, even with their guns, they stood no chance against a vampire. Especially not him, his past had a lot to do with the military and he knew how to handle himself and others. Though he wasn't the kind of person to bring about violence, he always let the other do the talking and throwing, he just dodged and made fun of their inability to hit him in the process. Nothing like a little anger to drive a human wild, he remembered being like that once, a hot-head. That was a long time ago though, when he was still alive. "Hey, Callum mate, where too?," it didn't occur to him until just now that he'd been driving with out a location, he kept his sapphire blue eyes on the road when he spoke. He pulled up to a red light and watched a person pass right through it, not two minutes later a cop had pulled that man over and that itself made Jordan spontaneously chuckle.

It was funny to see others get pulled over for stupidity and imagine what they'd say to cover their own hides. Jordan read the license plate, BAMM 223, well that was something different. Jordan shook his head lightly as the light turned green, he pressed gently on the gas pedal which made his care jolt slightly but then came to a slow moving motion. Well, slow for him, they were going at about fifty mph, the speed limit. He looked past Ixandra and watched the other driver explain why he was going so fast. Jordan's gaze ruptured from the driver back to the road, he could smell the alcohol from the man through the open window and no doubt Cal could probably smell it too. "Alcoholics I tell ya,"

"Oh, umm... Do either of you have cell phones? We should exchange numbers, meet up some time..."

Jordan reached across the dashboard in front of him and pulled a card from a 'card holder'. He had to have these, it was from where he worked, Damien's Mechanics. He slid it across gently and kept to driving, he was really starting to become anxious to know where they were going, since he felt lost. He wasn't too well known to the city, still trying to get a handle on where everything was, the city was a lot bigger than his home town. He kept his gaze on his speed and the gas that had been put in, the red line still sat on full so he assumed that they'd be in the clear for awhile. He tossed a second card back to Cal, looking up in the rear view he grinned lightly. "In case you want to meet up for some drinks sometime, mate,"