Lunch With A Lycan;;Open

[.Jirtack//]

Jirtack slid his food tray onto the hard, smooth surface of the blue tabletop corner booth. He patted down his ebony hued hair in his face to conceal his eyes- human females had began staring at him again. They usually took to his eyes quite fondly, the unwanted attention he received because of them annoyed Jirtack more than anything, even if it didn't last until one looked into them very deeply. For it was then the being, usual human, would become quite disturbed. Jirtack's theory was that they saw the inside of his head, a dark place filled with hate, anger, pain, and a sickening loneliness.

He slid into the booth, pretending as usual he didn't care about the world that surrounded him. The two mini speakers wedged in his ear and hidden beneath his hair and Neurosonic band hoodie, kept the appearance a lot easier for him to handle. The sound of many voices conjoining together in one area that isn't echo proof, is to much to handle seeing as Jirtack's ears are very sensitive. That's because, he's a Lycan, a werewolf, a man with the ability to transform into a beast. No, in Jirtack's view the other way around, a beast given the gift of transforming into a man with the beast still controlling from inside.

A stubby digit poked at the chicken before him, he didn't mind human food so much, but he grew bored of the same thing over and over. It reminded him of his insomnia, everything was like a copy of a copy of copy, and so on and so forth. It was very dull and usually made Jirtack rather temperamental, since he, like majority of the world's population, enjoyed sleeping.

"Hm..." Jirtack's eyes adverted away from the chicken to those that populated the cafeteria. "Monster" by Panzer AG pulsed through the ear bud as he gazed upon them through the thick strands of hair. He took up his habit of studying them, there personalities, how they react to certain words. He didn't need his hearing at this point, he could simply read their lips.

But he couldn't help but wish for something more, something interesting. Preferably something that involved gore and possibly a mass feeding frenzy but that'd never happen in such a place. Since humans didn't really know that Lycans or any other magical creature existed. He understood that, but it didn't stop him from imagining it, Jirtack was of course the attacker. And after a few minutes of sadistic thoughts and absentminded smirks, he came back to reality thinking it might be interesting to have someone to talk to. But in his mind, no one was to trust, there was no such thing as "friend", despite others around him appeared to prove him wrong. But after the fifty years he'd attended school he saw no real evidence that they existed, not true one's at least. Could things be so different here? 'It's nice to think so... Although I think I'd enjoy a proper meal, one that I kill before I eat it,' he thought, just slightly moving his hair out of his eyes to continue watching the others.

[colin]

Hitori came in, sighing deeply.
The thought about what had happened the night before still bothering him.
He sighed as he thought about Terra, still confused why he, and, she both acted so shy.
He coldly stared around the room, looking at each person, looking at each reaction.
"...heh...such happy faces...don't even know that doom may surface soon enough..."
He shook his head, swaying his crimson red hair a bit.
He sat down right next to sombody, but, he wasn't really paying attention...
He looked at the people in the room, wondering if Hazel had done something to one of them in the past...
"I'm surprised...I guess news about her hasn't gotten here yet..."

After saying that he looked at the person beside him, not changing the cold look on his face.
He noticed he had ebony hair, and, a cold personality, simiar to his own.
"...you...your not human...who are you...?"
Hitori didn't feel comfortable around him at all, but, stayed just to see if he could adjust to him.
He was apparently a lycan...interestingly, Hitori's childhood friend was a semi experiment of Hazel's.
She had done some tampering to his friends Mom, cursing her to where her children would constantly be in their wolf forms.

Hitori sighed, trying to see if Terra was in the room, 'cuz, he thought maybe Terra would brighten things up a bit...
He looked at the boy next to him, noticing the things in his ears.
sighing, he drummed his fingers on the table, then shrugged, and, looked at the box he had brought.
He opened it, grabbing a piece of paper, and, started drawing to pass the time.

[.Jirtack//]

Jirtack blinked, wondering why someone had just randomly sat down next to him. His own presence didn't seem to be noticed, the newcomer didn't seem to be aware of much of anything, to focused with what was being said inside his head. Jirtack wondered how he'd taste.

But the male adolescent didn't take long before realizing he had just sat down with a complete stranger. Jirtack wasn't very fond of the cold look plastered to the boy's face as his lips started moving. He read, 'you...your not human...who are you...?' He raised an eyebrow, wondering how a human came to posses the knowledge that Humans weren't top of the food chain. He was human, or at least he appeared to be.

'This may be interesting...' Jirtack began thinking as the adolescent pulled out a sheet of paper and began drawing. He removed the two ear buds from his ears and set them gently on the table. Emotionless he replied, "You know it's not the wisest thing to do going up to people and saying 'your not human, who are you?' and especially in such a place where people find enjoyment in listening to other's conversations" His silver gaze changed from the kid to the booth in front of them which has recently filled in with a bunch of girls. A couple of them looking down after realizing he was looking at them.

"I don't think they really heard anything though, even if they did they'd probably just think your a psycho," he said a smile flickered on his face, no real ill intentions meant. "I'm Jirtack by the way..." he finished with a sigh as the smile returned to a smooth hard line.

[colin]

Hitori looked at the boy, apparently named Jirtack, with a blank stare.
He forgot that people feared, or, hated magical creatures.
Terra was part faerie, but, he had told her he didn't hate her when he saw what she was.
"...please excuse it...I didn't mean to try and start something..."
Hitori looked around, again trying to see if Terra was there.
He sighed, still thinking about the time they spent together for, who knows how long...

Hitori continued to draw, while talking to Jirtack in a soft whisper.
"I know your a Werewolf...only because I'm an Ancient...a"
Hitori meant it.He was a samurai, and, knew how to fight.
He picked up his drawing, and, put it in front of Jirtakc, on the table.
It was a drawing of two people clashing swords together in front of a blood red moon.
"...My name's Hitori Shidou...please forgive my attitude...I've kinda had some problems earlier, and, I was still thinking about them when I was talking...please, excuse it..."
Hitori was starting to feel a little more comfortable around Jirtack.