Bulletin Board

[Isaac]

This was new. Stretching a bit, it took Isaac moment to remember where he was. Always the problem with that whole process. One moment he was looking at this fine upstanding young man, and the next he was looking out of his eyes. It had been a while to be sure and the smell, well humans didn’t know how bad they smelt.

Examining his hand and the digits, there was one benefit of having a meat suit, it would be much easier to get things done. Now he just needed to find a pretty female one for his companion. She was the picky sort. Women.

“Shut up in there,” he spoke to himself. The original owner just would not shut up. It had been a long time since he had inhabited a body.

Shutting his eyes, Isaac tried to send the other consciousness into the farthest depths of the mind. The owner never would see the light of day again. Isaac believed in one time use meat suits. Joshua Sanders would only be so lucky to die before Isaac was done.

Hearing the sounds of jazz nearby, Isaac smirked.

“Why not have a little fun first.”

[Teresa Weiss]

The South was always Teresa's favorite place to visit when working on a job. Not only did it remind her of her beloved homeland of Australia but being a Hunter and a tourism reporter it had so much to offer. The South embodied the reason she came over to the United States, for answers, for more knowledge on the Supernatural. It was crazy how many hunters were out there and they all had their own experieces; banshees, demons, ghosts and ghouls... everything from evil spirits to things that bump a little louder in the night.

For now though, her day job was the prioty. Instead of speaking to voodoo witch doctors and fellow hunters she was sitting in a popular jazz club for her article back in Pheonix. Just because she was a Hunter didn't mean she got paid for ridding the world of one evil son of a bitch, no, no. She had to work a 9 to 5 job like everything else... but luckily she got to travel.

Wandering into the bar, Teresa stopped at the doorway and took a glance around. Ok, maybe her day job wasn't that bad. The bass was flowing through her bothers making her heart beat with the rythm. It had a very smooth beat to it to complement the atmosphere. Teresa could tell that tonight was going to be interesting to say the least.

Weaving through the crowd she couldn't help but smile to herself. It was hard not to in a place like this. Slipping through the last stretch before she made the bar she accidently ran into something, well some one.

"Oh Sorry" Teresa said automatically out of shere politeness, but she didn't even acknowledge the man. Maybe if she had she'd notice he seemed rather odd? Hm. Oh well, she lingered over to the bar and ordered a rum and coke. What's wrong with having a drink on the job and enjoying the full experience?

[Isaac]

This would be the perfect place for one of his friends to set up business. Now see, not all of his kind were out for themselves. Isaac liked destruction just as much as the next of his kin, he also liked screwing them over as well. But there were a few he was loyal to. Old Azazel was one. Not that he was let in on the particulars of this grand plan. In fact, this was one of the reasons he was up here. He really did want to see what Yellow Eyes was up to. Just needed to get his partner a meat suit to her specifics.

A nice redhead bumped into him with an accent. While the actual owner of his body took interest, Isaac knew that she would never want that. A bit too flashy for her taste. She preferred the brunettes. That much he remembered.

However, there was nothing wrong with a little mayhem.

Eyes flickering black for a second, Isaac gave her an easy smile once they returned to a more suitable color.

"Don't worry about it, Sugarlips. Nothing to be sorry about when a girl like you runs into me."

Giving her a casual, lazy smirk, Isaac literally stole a cigarette out of the pack that someone was lazily holding nearby him.

"You wouldn't happen to have a light, would you?"

Yes, one could collect a lot of souls in a place like this.

[Teresa Weiss]

Maybe, just maybe if Teresa was focused on the job she would have noticed something that would have made her run for the holy water, or chucked the salt sitting in the shaker on the table next to her but she didn't. With her back turned away from the man she did not notice the sudden flicker as his eyes changed to a ghastly black before changing back to a more natural color. No, instead Teresa surveyed the bar before he demanded her attention back to him.

Sugarlips? Seriously? Next the line 'Do you know what'd look good on you? Me.' or 'Hey baby, let's play house, you can be the door and I'll slam you! ' or something equally as lame that just made her want to pull out her shotgun for a quick test run.

However, this was neither the time nor place for that. Instead she just layed on some Australian hospitality and played it friendly, played to cool. Shooting him nothing more than a gentle smile and a small laugh. Rule number one, just don't get into a rawl until she needed to. Be polite, if need be pay him out in the article.

Besides boys are boys. No use not having a bit of fun with them. "You wouldn't happen to have a light, would you?" Turning to face him, she nodded with a grin.

"Yeah, I do actually.." Teresa began as she pulled her lighter out of her jean pocket.

"But.. you know.. It's no fun to smoke alone. Mind if a steal a cigerette?"

[Isaac]

"They say they'll kill you, and that would be quite a shame."

Holding the carton out to her, he had a slight smirk to his features. Upon a closer look though, the smirk set itself more like a grimace. The clenched teeth, the tight jaw, perhaps the original owner was trying to make his presence known. Isaac knew this wouldn't do. Not in a crowded place like this.

Pushing one cigarette out of the box for her to take, he hoped the lighting would be a bit too dark for the blood smears on the package to remain unnoticed. He'd absolutely hate having to tear apart something so beautiful so soon.

He didn't enjoy the girls as much as she did. That would be the reason his partner always wore through them so very fast.

Riding a body that hard just meant having to find a new one quicker. Isaac had taste. He wasn't just going to jump into anything.

"Seedy bar... drunken clientele... what exactly brings you to a place like this?"