Hunting for a Job (Jeremiah/Open)

[LISA FAIRHEART]

Lisa woke up to the sun shining in through the window into the small apartment she now lived in. Sitting up in bed she sighed a little. She would have to start looking for a job today. Stretching she pushed the covers back and went to shower. Toweling her hair she walked back into the bedroom and started looking through the closet looking for just the right outfit. Finally settling on nice but comfortable black slacks and a draping charcoal ¾ sleeve shirt, she pulled the clothes on and went back to the bathroom to do her makeup and fix her hair. She pulled her hair to the left side and braided it, letting it settle over her shoulder and down her front. Moving back to the bedroom she pulled her soft gray Ugs from the floor and tugged them on.

Lisa flipped the light off in the bedroom and walked into the front area of her apartment which held the living room and kitchen. She put her kettle on to boil water for her tea as she pulled out a bagel and the cream cheese. Lisa fixed the bagel and scooped some of the black tea from its baggie into her tea strainer. Closing it just as the kettle whistled that the water was ready she set the tea ball into her travel mug and poured the steaming water in. Letting the tea sit on the counter she went to her desk in the living room and grabbed the black leather portfolio that held her resumes and a pad of paper and pen.

Moving back to the kitchen she took the tea ball out and set it in the sink. Spinning the top onto her mug she lifted it and flipped the light off as she left the kitchen. Tucking the portfolio under one arm she grabbed her keys from the top of the small bookshelf that sat next to the door. She twisted the lock on the doorknob behind her as she closed it and set off down the steps and right into the city.

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Walking along the streets of downtown Lisa kept an eye on the spot in front of her as she looked around the busy streets for local restaurants. She made note of a few on the opposite side of the street and made she would check them out later. Spotting one up ahead she picked up her pace a little and stopped in front of the small pizza and Italian food place. Going in she stopped and talked to the hostess, handing her a copy of her resume to give to the owner and accepting an application from her. Lisa put the application into the portfolio and thanked the lady before turning and walking out and back onto the busy downtown Seattle street. She made no notice of the man that seemed to have taken an interest in her.

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[JEREMIAH EVANS]

Jeremiah could feel his body ache, his muscles sore as he lay in bed, feeling the warm rays of sun against his face. His eyes weren’t open yet, but he was definitely awake. Usually he was fine to fight and fend off what he needed, but for some reason that vampire last night was not what he had expected. He was thankful he was a fast healer, but even the next morning, he still wasn’t completely up to par.

A soft exhale escaped his lips as he finally opened his eyes to a rather rare Seattle sun. The warmth felt amazing against his body as he moved the covers to the side, swinging his legs around and just sitting for a moment, trying to shake the last bits of sleepiness from him. Looking out the window, he saw the morning rush on the streets of Seattle. It wasn’t like it was an enormous city, but it definitely had a decent population. Standing up, he stretched every muscle in his body…feeling a bit of pain as he did, but mostly relief. Inhaling deeply, he moved to the kitchen in just his flannel pajama bottoms.

He made a quick breakfast…nothing special. Eggs, bacon, and some toast. He was thankful he had learned to cook when he was young. It definitely came in use now, especially with his line of work. There was no telling what crazy news would pop up in Seattle. Sometimes there were killings, shootings, robberies. Though the humans didn’t know it, a lot of times these things were caused by the paranormal: vampires, and the likes. He felt his body tense as the thought of vampires passed through his mind. He hated them with every fiber of his being, and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

Brushing the thought aside, he finished his breakfast and moved to the closet. He pulled out his crisp black police uniform and slipped it on, securing the belt with his gun, cuffs, taser, ect. around his waist. It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable uniform, but he had to say he looked damn good in it.

Securing his matching black tie, he made his way out of his apartment and towards the police department. Oftentimes he would drive, but since he was in no rush today, he decided to walk the lively streets. He passed numerous coffee shops as well as bakeries and he laughed lightly as he craved some of it. Typical police officer, right? He inhaled again, but then he smelled an unfamiliar…yet completely familiar scent fill his lungs.

His eyes darted around; trying to find where the scent was coming from…but he couldn’t quite locate it. That was, until the girl stepped out from a little Italian restaurant. From the looks of it, she seemed to be hunting for a job. A soft smile was on his lips as he followed her, but not too close. He didn’t want her to think he was some psycho. In his mind, he tried to figure out a way to introduce himself, but everything just seemed a little awkward. Especially in these crowded streets. He would have to get her somewhere secluded, where they could talk without fear of being heard. But…he didn’t want to scare the poor girl. Oh well, there really wasn’t a non-awkward way to bring it up.

Inhaling and hoping for the best, he picked up his pace and moved towards the girl. What to say…what to say… He didn’t know how to approach her at all. He was a caring spirit so perhaps that would help. Finally reaching her, he walked beside her for a moment before speaking. “Job hunting, huh? Doesn’t seem like a fun way to spend the morning.” He didn’t sense any hostility at all from her, so he figured friendly was definitely the best approach. Looking over to her, he waited for her reaction…hoping she wouldn’t be scared or uneasy.

Jeremiah's Uniform (minus Orlando Bloom, haha!)

[LISA FAIRHEART]

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Lisa walked back out onto the street and started down the sidewalk again. It was when she was stopped at a crosswalk waiting for the light to change that she began picking up on a different smell. It was totally new to her and yet familiar in so many ways. Her mind had become lost in her thoughts and she jumped and nearly tripped over her own feet when she heard a man speaking directly to her. Her first thoughts as her eyes drifted over the man were Oh crap…what did I do?.

The man who had spoken to her was a cop. Or at least he was dressed as one. She gave him a soft smile, nodding. “It’s not really but it’s gotta get done.” Her northern east coast accent was thick as she spoke. She took a sip of her tea which was warm now as she watched him. Thinking about it she quietly spoke up, “Umm…do you happen to have any favorite restaurants around here? Or do you know of a few that are pretty decent?” She spoke quietly as they walked, talking to him was hard for her. She loved to watch people, not talk to them. There was also something that she couldn’t quite place about him that was throwing her off.

She hugged her portfolio close to her chest as they walked and let her mind drift back to the scent she had pick up on earlier. Focusing on the scent again she located it once more and nearly dropped her mug in surprise. She shivered slightly and looked up at the man walking next to her. Was it possible that she was finally going to meet someone like herself? Spotting a small café with a patio area up ahead she looked back at the officer and bit at her lip. She wanted to ask him if he was in a hurry to go anywhere. And if he wasn’t if they might talk. And if he was if they might met later, but her shyness overwhelmed any chance of her asking those questions. She kept her eyes on the space in front of her, thoughts racing through her head.

[JEREMIAH EVANS]

He could sense how uneasy he made the Beta wolf. It was apparent in her inability to walk correctly and he couldn’t help but smile and laugh softly as she tripped over her two feet. He extended his arms and took hold of her forearm, steadying her as they crossed the street. “You know, you should really be more careful.” She seemed to be a sweet girl, up to nothing bad and just trying to make a start at a new life. He couldn’t blame her. He had been in the same position years ago…though, he also knew that having a friend along the way made it a whole lot easier.

“Well I wish you luck on your search.” He spoke, trying keep the conversation as casual as possible. It wasn’t like him to just approach people out of no where, especially dressed in his police uniform. But, he had no choice. Who knew when there would be another opportunity to meet her? He continued to try to make the best of it as they walked. He looked over at her as she questioned him about his favorite restaurant and he smiled, thinking for a moment. “Well, you caught one of the best Italian places back there, but there is also another Italian place a couple blocks down.”

[/b] He could imagine her as a fine waitress or cook and it was indeed a higher class restaurant; one that he knew very well. “In fact, I go there regularly and I’m friends with the owner. If you’d like…I could probably put in a good word for you and see if I could set up an interview.” His charming smile never left. This was what he was best at: helping people who needed it. That was perhaps what made him such a good police officer and pack leader.

His ocean eyes stayed on the Beta wolf steadily. He sensed her muscles tense up a bit as she almost spilled her tea. “Careful there.” He spoke, unsure of what cause the sudden uneasiness. He noticed her eyes taking note of a little café that had a patio area out front. He remained silent for a moment, wondering if she would say something. He sensed she wanted to talk, but perhaps she was just too timid. “Do you want to sit and talk for a bit?” He asked, as they walked in front of the little café. “Somehow I feel we have a lot to discuss.” His voice was kind and in his eyes there was almost a soft twinkle. He had a feeling she knew what he was, and he didn’t want to scare her off by intimidating her with his police uniform.[/blockquote]

[LISA FAIRHEART]

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Blush filled her cheeks as her ears picked up on his soft laughter. His hand touching her arm set goose bumps up it and she smiled at him. “I try…” she said shyly. It was still something that never made sense to her. Outside in the world she could be a total klutz but the second she put on an apron and was working as a waitress she had perfect balance and never tripped. “Thanks.”

[/color] She said in response to his well wishes on her search.

Her eyes light up as he mentioned another Italian place of which he knew the owner. “Could you?”[/color] She asked truly hoping that this guy could help her land a job and begin to get settled here in the city. She smiled softly up at him, glad she had pulled her hair back this morning so it remained out of her face now. She looked into his eyes after she had located the scent again. They had paused outside the small café and she was looking at him, trying to connect all the points in her head.

She nodded as he asked if she wanted to sit for a bit. She hoped them stopping and talking wouldn’t get him into any trouble. Moving towards a small table at the back she took a seat and watched him as he did the same. She set her portfolio and travel mug on the table and folded her hands in her lap. “You know….I never did get your name. I’m Lisa.”[/color] She said, trying to find some way to ask him about what he was, if he was the same as her. She was sure he was but she had never met anyone else like her and there were so many things she wanted to know. More than they could talk about in this small café. She wondered if he would agree to meet up with her somewhere later. She did not want him to be late to his job and she still had a few more places she wanted to pick up applications from, though if she could get a job at that Italian place it would make things wonderfully simpler for her.
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[JEREMIAH EVANS]

The blush on the girls face at her embarrassment for tripping was adorable. In only having met her for a couple minutes, Jeremiah already knew she was quite shy. It was then that he wondered if she had ever met or been with another like her. She seemed so shocked to probably have caught his scent, that it threw him off a bit. But, when she accepted the invitation to sit down, he smiled. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure how to bring up the fact that he was a werewolf. It wasn’t exactly casual conversation for a coffee front porch, but he would most certainly try.

When she asked if he would talk to the owner of his favorite Italian restaurant, he nodded. “Of course. You seem like you’ve got drive behind you. I’d be more than happy to help out.” He spoke with a charming voice. Somehow, someway he always had a way with the ladies. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if it was so much a way rather than he just preferred to treat them how they deserved to be treated. Unless one was outright attacking him, he would always show respect and be a gentleman around them. It was just his nature.

His eyes peered across the small coffee table, taking in more of the woman. She was beautiful to say the least, and the shyness she had only added to it. He was one to always accept and love someone’s flaws. Perhaps that was his inner Ulfric coming out, but he enjoyed making people feel good about themselves.

When she spoke, introducing herself, he realized that he’d completely forgotten to tell her his name. It was a mistake he made often, especially with other lycans. For some reason, it was as if he just expected to know their name, and them to know his. Not out of arrogance, but just because the connection between similar species is usually quite strong. “Forgive me, I’m Jeremiah.” He spoke with a soft laugh, a bit embarrassed he forgot. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lisa.” Near immediately, he made sure he matched the name to her scent. He was sure he would need it later on.

As the smell of coffee filled his lungs, he felt himself relax. Somehow, cafés always had that certain charm to them. Her eyes darted around to make sure no one was listening and then he spoke in a soft voice. “I’m like you, Lisa.” There really wasn’t an easy way to lean into it. But to further what he meant just in case she didn’t quite grasp it. “I’m drawn to the moon in a way I can’t explain.” To an outsider, most of these words would just seem like poetry, so he wasn’t too worried even if someone did hear. As long as he didn’t say the word ‘werewolf’ or ‘lycan’, he assumed he would be okay.

Looking toward the woman, he awaited her reaction. Would she think he was playing some sort of game? Or telling her he knew her secret? He hoped not because neither were the case. He was simply another werewolf who wanted to let this one know she wasn’t alone. Ocean blue eyes stayed on her frame, trying to judge any movement or response.

[LISA FAIRHEART]

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She smiled softly at him as she settled into the chair. She was getting none of the threatening vibes off of the man as she had before with other guys. The wolf inside her was trying to reach out but was being blocked by the fact that Lisa did not know what it was trying to do. Breathing deeply she took in the strong scent of coffee that flowed around the patio area. She never liked the taste of coffee too much but the smell was intoxicating to her. It was an oddity she just let me. The smell relaxed her, at least to the point of relaxation that she had always known. Jeremiah, being the more powerful werewolf and more knowledgeable of the two would more than likely be able to sense at least some of her wolf trying to figure him out.

“The same goes for you, Jeremiah.” She said, beginning to let her shyness disappear, not much but enough that his ocean blues eyes that studied her would be able to tell that she was relaxing just a little bit more around him. Lisa leaned forward and fiddled with the lid of her mug while she waited for him to say something. When he finally spoke the words he said scared her. Like me? She thought, his next words made the first more understandable to her. Blinking, she stared at the mug for a moment before looking up at him and searching his brilliant blue eyes for some sort of lie. She saw none and for some reason that both calmed a part of her and frightened another part. So she wasn’t alone in the world. But what of this guy? Thus far she had gotten nothing but peaceful vibes from him. Those vibes came from the wolf inside her. She had learnt that much on her own. And she knew to trust those raw instincts of the animal, but this guy was powerful, much more powerful than her. He could easily be hiding something from her and she would never know. She needed to meet with him again. Somewhere where they could talk freely.

Realizing he was still watching her, waiting for some sort of response from her she nodded slowly. Nodding that she understood what he meant. “I…” she started before closing her mouth. She had so many questions for him, but none of them could be spoken here. That much she understood. She had often wondered what would happen to the world if the fact that people like them existed got out. People like her…How many others were there like her? Shaking the thought away she looked at him with a soft smile. “I should let you get to work. But…” She pulled her hands from her mug and let them rest in her lap, staring at them for a moment before looking back at him. “But if you wouldn’t mind…maybe we could meet up later some time to talk about…things…”She hoped he would say yes, something about him told her he would.

[JEREMIAH EVANS]

As the two sat, Jeremiah couldn’t help but continue to analyze the girl. It was part of his instincts as Ulfric…he always took in the smallest details about people. The energy that was rolling off of her was a little nervous and from the tension in her muscles, he could see that. He was used to being around that kind of feeling, especially in his profession. Even just giving speeding tickets, it was amazing how fast a person’s heart rate was when those blue and white lights flick on. It’s amazing how LED lights or a uniform hold so much power. Sadly, he knew too many people who abused that power and Jeremiah wanted nothing more than to strangle them. Of course, he would never do such a thing, but he made it known through actions that he did not like them.

He sensed her muscles relaxing and her heart rate calming a bit and he was thankful. He hadn’t meant to make the girl nervous, but it had just happened. His ocean eyes gazed in hers for a moment, and he saw just how beautiful she was. Her hair fell perfectly in place and her face appeared flawless. She looked like a sweet girl. Not one that would rebel or get into trouble often. She was job hunting, which meant she was taking initiative. He could always respect that. And he hoped that he would be able to get her a job. He was almost certain he would; the restaurant had just fired someone because of theft…so, they needed an honest looking worker. And she certainly seemed to fit that title.

His thoughts finally returned back to reality as she spoke in reaction to what he said. Initially he could see the confusion on her face, but then as he spoke of the moon…he saw the realization. He was glad she understood…he would have looked like an idiot had she not. Her reaction was a bit strange though. She seemed scared and hesitant. It was like she’d never met another werewolf before. But, that couldn’t be possible…they were the most abundant lycan species of them all. Certainly she would have met another…or been in another Pack. But as the uncertainty continued in her voice, he wasn’t so sure anymore. She barely acknowledged what he said as she spoke of letting him get to work. In reality, he did need to be on his way soon enough but talking to her was much more important. He knew his chief wouldn’t care if he was a couple minutes late. There was no way they would fire him…he was the best they had thanks to his enhanced abilities.

A disheartened look fell in his eyes as she seemed to want to leave, and he hoped it wouldn’t be the last time he saw her. While, yes, he did now have her scent locked in his memory…he wanted to speak with her more. And as if she read his thoughts, she asked to meet later. This obviously wasn’t something that they could openly talk about in public. A small spark was in his eyes as he smiled and nodded to her. “Sure. Perhaps you could give me your number and I’ll give you a call later tonight?” He was always very traditional in asking women for their number. He could have given her his number, but that wasn’t as cute and admiring. That way, if the woman didn’t want it, she had to refuse him to his face. And who could resist a woman’s fantasy cop? A smirk played on his lips as he thought about it before looking back to her with a warm charming smile.

[LISA FAIRHEART]

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Lisa smiled at him and nodded as he asked for her number. She was glad that he had agreed to meet her later. Her world was spinning at the moment. She had never met another werewolf, though she had met something a bit different. Her thoughts drifted to James and she knew that for just a moment the hurt she felt leaked from her eyes before she caught it. Focusing her eyes on him she smiled and opened up her portfolio, tearing a sheet of paper out and grabbing the pen. She quickly wrote down her number before handing the paper over to him.

Tucking the pen away she smiled at him again. “Thank you…” She said softly wondering about the things that she had to ask him and the things he had to tell her. Her entire world had been shaken and was settling down now. She had to sort out all the new facts that were coming to her. She nodded to him as she stood up. “I’ll talk to you later I hope.” She said as she stood and picked up her mug. She moved out from the table and nudged the chair back in. Tucking her portfolio under her arm with the mug she waved at him as she walked slowly out of the café’s patio. She was headed towards the other Italian place he had mention to pick up an application before going home and starting the long process of filling them all out.

As she walked along the street she couldn’t help but smile to herself as she thought about the werewolf cop. He was cute, really cute. And the way he had acted let her know that he knew what he looked like. Grinning a little she thought of how he might look out of a uniform. With that thought came memories. Memories that broke the smile from her face. The face of James forced its way over the face of Jeremiah. She sighed and shook her head, trying to shake them both from her mind. She had waited months for James to come back to her but he never showed. But no matter what part of her disliked him for leaving her like that, she couldn’t help but love him. He knew about her, she knew about him. It was the closest she had ever been to anyone. And god help her she missed him like crazy; it tore her apart with the thoughts of never seeing him again. And she very well might never see him again. She had moved half way across the country and left nothing behind for him to follow but her scent. Stopping for a moment off to the side of the sidewalk she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, hiding her emotions from her face and body and walked into the small Italian restaurant.