(Well, he can only control her (sort of) because he cursed her. :3)

OoC: Okay, Supernova. xD

BiC: "I'll take that as a no then. I would get changed in the bathroom but it's kind of freezing in there," Tybalt said. "And besides, I wouldn't want to get these clothes you have been so kind as to give me wet by dropping them on the floor... I hope you don't mind."

She resorted to counting the off-white spots on the ceiling. There were plenty of them. I mind she thought. I definitely mind. But it's not his fault. Oh how she wished she could fall into a hole temporarily. 

One off-white spot. Two. Three... She found she couldn't concentrate.  

"Okay Amy, you can look now." 

She couldn't help but sigh in relief. She sat up and looked. Eep! The clothes suited him almost too perfectly.

"Very cute," she said in a shaky voice. "They suit you better than they did my brother." And she stood there for a moment, completely out of it. And then realized what she was doing, so she started walking towards the door. "Th-this way. There's the cafe-- oh.."  

She had opened the door but saw that girl and that... girl/boy outside of the cafe. Still? It was pretty much early morning now. She had thought they'd be gone. She decided to give Tybalt an explanation as to her actions.

"I saw them before," she said. "They were talking about something... weird in the cafe." 

"Thanks, I can't say I don't brush up well." Tybalt winked, placing a hand on his hip and making his 'sexy face' "So we're going for food now? Awesome!"
He followed Amy out of the door and saw her looking at two people stood outside the cafe. One was obviously a girl and the other... he wasn't sure.

"I saw them before, they were talking about something... weird in the cafe." She said. Tybalt frowned, messing with his hair again.
"What exactly were they talking about...?" He asked, though he thought he probably already knew. They seemed like the type that might be Cursers, and that's the only weird thing he could think they might have been talking about.

[Bump. <3]

[Hope you post soon Nightmare! c: ]

OoC: Haha, thanks for waiting guys. ^^ I got my braces off today! :) 

BiC: Jack liked the grin the girl gave him when he asked that. Which was not the usual reaction. It usually went something like so:

Jack: *sneaks up and randomly asks some girl*

Girl: *jumps* Hmm? Curser? What?

And/or:

Girl: What are you talking about? Get away from me, you creep!

Or...

Girl: *gets defensive* Mind your own business.

So he was kind of surprised when the girl said, "Yeah, I'm a Curser" so dang easily. But again, he liked that. He made a mental note that he could become really good friends with this girl. Possibly.  

"I don't think I caught your name," she said. Jack felt like the proper thing to do would be to bow. Then again, he supposed regular people wouldn't do that. Oh, whatever. I'm not normal. He gave a small bow in the end.

"The name's Jack," he said. "And I don't think I ever caught yours?"

*~*

 Amy hadn't realized she had said the part aloud. The part where she had talked about overhearing something in the cafe. Tybalt was looking down at her in a semi-concerned (or at least she thought it was) manner. She wondered if it was a good idea to say this out loud. But she could trust Tybalt... hopefully.

"Something about how that girl had a target," she said after some hesitation. "It kind of freaked me out a bit. The... guy or girl or whoever knew I overheard them, I think."  

Tybalt nodded, his hair falling across his pale face "Cursers, no question. Either that or as.sas.sins, which I doubt." He chuckled, crossing his arms. He was exeptionally gald that Amy trusted him enough to give away this information, nobody tended to trust him anymore and it made him smile to think that at least one person did.

'I hope she really does trust me and this isn't just a front. I've been used too many times... darn it Tybalt, you shouldn't have let her help you, you can't go making friends, it's not worth the pain...' His inner monolouge ranted, causing Tybalt to sigh with exasperation. Here he was, having a mental argument with himself, again. Everyone must've thought he was going strake raving mad!

[Short post, it is short. Herp derp. o3o]

Payten smiled and mananged a small chuckle as the boy bowed before her, stating that his name was Jack. What a peculiar thing to do, she thought. But she found it extremely funny when he did so. She was thinking that she could definitely be good friends with this guy...the two of them seemed to have similiar personalities, plus she liked his attitude.

"It's Payten," Payten answered when he asked her what his name was.

((Gahh lame post.))

OoC: Hmprph I'm lucky I have so many characters. Otherwise my posts would be fffaaaiiil. 

BiC: "Cursers, no question. Either that or as.sas.ins, which I doubt," Tybalt said, and laughed. Amy studied his face. It was contemplating. Thinking. He sighed. The ex
pression on his face almost alarmed her. Well, at least, she hoped she wasn't the cause of it. She forced such thoughts out of her head.

"Cursers?" she echoed. She knew about the Cursed. I mean, she knew them by the rumours anyway. Supposedly they worked for the Government. Sometimes. But Cursers were different. Rumours about them were rare and usually outrageous. But one thing was for sure; they Cursed people. They were bad. At least, that was their reputation. She shivered a bit.

Somehow, she felt she was tied up in something big.

-x-

The girl smiled and laughed a bit when Jack bowed. Which he thought was kind of charming.

"It's Payten," she said. Jack grinned. Payten? Hmm...

"Nice name," he said. "I've got a proposition for--" Which is when he was rudely interrupted. Somebody tripped right in between them. A bubbly looking fifteen year old.

"Sorry~" she said in a definitely-not-sorry voice. Heh. That was deliberate he thought. 

-x-

Rachel watched the two strange people (the girl with pretty much white hair and the skinny guy) and their interactions. The only out-of-ordinary thing she could see was the guy's bow and the girl's hair colour.

"Pretty boy," she said. "I think we don't need to focus on these guys..." She glanced at him. But Jay's eyes were now glued on somebody else. A girl... a human girl, obviously. Can't get more human than that. "Think she's cute?" she said, now teasing. Jay shook his head. Rachel frowned. She had been hoping for some excitement~

"That girl," he said. "She's the one who was the cashier at the cafe." A pause. "I think she overheard our little conversation." Rachel examined her nails. Oh. So Jay was gonna report her to the chief-of-police and the human girl would most likely be jailed or forced to work for the Government, or something of the sort. 

"Okay. So report her," she said nonchalantly. Jay shook his head, strawberry blonde hair falling into his eyes.

"No," he said. "I'm going to go watch her. You, please keep an eye on those other guys." Rachel smirked.

"Why should I?" She put her hands on her hips.

Yeesh. She really does have a split personality. Jay wondered how the heck Rachel managed to seem normal at her home and school life. 

"Because," he said. "You and I, we work for the Government. We refuse, we either are killed or jailed. What's your choice?" Rachel sighed.

"Whatever you say." 

Rachel waltzed up to the freaky-skinny-guy and the white-haired girl. And decided right off the bat that they hhhaaaddd to be Cursers. There was no logic behind this. She "tripped" right in between them. And it looked very fake and very on-purpose. 

"Sorry~" she said. 

-x-

She's probably going to make herself known immedietly Jay thought, sighing. He ran his hand through his hair. It wasn't wise of him to let Rachel take care of the two-Curser-looking-people. But then again, she was trained. And, even though he hated to admit it, she was good. But she wasn't subtle. Jay's way was to sneak. Remain hidden and forgotten most of the time. Look completely normal. Until it was necessary to make himself known. 

But in this case, the cashier-girl and the guy next to her were already looking at him. So she remembers... So he smiled and waved in their direction and walked up. 

"Hey," he said once nearby. "Fancy meeting you here." As though this were a compltely normal meeting.  

Tybalt looked up at the guy who walked over to them "Hi, I'm Tybalt." He smiled a little "And you are...?"

He put his hand to his mouth, nibbling at his already miniscule nails, if he didn't quit it soon he would have no fingers. Cursers made him nervous, even if he did side with them over the govornment. One of them had made his life hell so why did he support them?
Because they were the lesser of two evils, Cursers didn't kill people for stating their veiws or imprision people who stood up for others. They didn't take lives unless totally nessicary.

And now this random guy was chatting to he and Amy, making him all the more nervous.

Payten was perfectly content talking to this boy... Jack. In fact, she quite liked his company. But what she didn't like was the bubbly girl that deliberately tripped right in-between the pair.  Payten squinted her eyes suspiciously at the girl, who looked younger than her...fifteen, maybe. She totally meant to do that, Payten thought. That sorry was sooo fake. "You're not sorry," She said with a cold laugh. "Why'd you do that? On purpose, no less."

[Editeeed! c:]