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"I have no bloody idea how the FBI found us." Jarod paced for a moment. "So know that I helped you guys out, I'm stuck with this too? God, I knew I'd regret this." He plopped down on the couch with a heavy sigh. He had to do something with the kids, he couldn't take them with him...

Jarod hastily shut the door and locked it before turning to Dezander behind the couch. "I'm pretty sure he'll be back. Where's Nekko?" Jarod headed down his hallway, turning at the bathroom door. He gently knocked on the door. "Nekko? You in there? You can come out know. That FBI guy ...

Excellent...a question that Jarod could waste time with. He purposely forced on the accent. "Yes, it is an English accent indeed. Born and almost , raised in London. My father dragged us over here was I was just a young one." Jarod took a moment to pretend to be in deep thought. "As f...

Jarod's face converyed no emotion as he took a moment of thought. Should he take responsibilty for the gun shot? Would it be more plausible? "You guys came rather quick..." He coughed before speaking again. "Well, Agent Longden," Jarod said, tucking the business card into his poc...

"Down the hall and to the right." he said, running for the door He knew the stranger was slowly growing impatient. In a little bit, it was obvious that he'd just kick the door down, his extended stay told that he'd sit there until the door opened. After confirmation that Nekko was at least...

"I mean the Skibur people Nekko was talking about." Jarod had to answer the door, there was no other option, although Nekko was on his couch with feline ears and a tail. There was indeed a problem. "Just a minute!' he shouted from the confines of the house. He turned back to Dezander,...

After that remark, Dezander almost seemed managable ... There was a knock at the door, he wasn't expecting any guests, so it was bad news. He snatched the handgun from his side and carefully held it behind his back. He was going to answer the door, he had to. If he didn't he would look guilty. Jarod...

How's the realtionship going? A part of Jarod sunk, yet he spoke up. "She died about seven years ago." He shook his head and forced a smile. "Anyway, don't worry about it. Its a pleasure to meet both of you." Apparently Dezander was in a rush, worried that they were still coming...

Jarod let the men into his home and closed his curtains. After offering them seating he finally spoke up. "Afraid of a were tiger? Nah, I think I'm fine. You're talking to someone with lupine blood, different yes, but I'm pretty sure I'm safe." he paused "That's the only reason I help...

Jarod hastily took the weapons from the man and turned to the one accompanying him. Supposedly he wasn't hiding anything, Jarod doubted it, but he let him go. "Why do I want you?" he asked, restating the question "Supposedly, you guys are wanted criminals. I feel differently." Fe...

Jarod fired a warning shot into the ground, at this point it would be worth it to turn and run, yet something kept him there. He raised the weapon at the man's chest level again. "You guy's are the one's running from the authorites aren't you?" It was a rhetorical question Jarod shuttered,...

Jarod continued to watch the television curious as to how the chase would turn out. As a picture of the man who was running with the tiger appeared on the screen, Jarod spun around and stared out his window, paranoia taking over. Looking carefully, he saw two figures peeking back into the window. He...

So I suppose that the man in the window would be my character, right? I'll see if I can cook something up.

After deciding that he was too busy to think, Jarod set the rubik's cube back down on the coffee table. His thoughts were focused on the the handgun he had in the shoulder holster that he was wearing out in the open. He carefully removed it and slid it under the couch before walking down the hallway...

There we go, posted!

Jarod carefully loosened his tie as he sat down on the couch to watch television for a short while. Supposedly some shoot-out or somesuch was happening the city. He ignored it and shut off the TV. It was the first bit of alone time he'd gotten in a few days. So far all he'd done for the week was dro...

Good to see you, Aki! Anyway, I had more time on my hands than I realized, so here's my character sheet. Name: Jarod Kets Age: 32 Faction: Werewolf Personality/Apperance: Personality- Jarod is generally a friendly person if you know him, however, to those around him he appears to be a callouse and c...

Jarod carefully placed his pool cue back on the rack and sat back down at his seat. He had decided that he hadn't quite had enough of the bar, and yet he was finished with his pool game. Instead of sitting down at his table in the corner; however, he walked up to the actual bar instead, carefully se...

Awsome then. I'll get my character sheet up later tonight, then I'll jump in. Thanks.

This looks quite interesting. Is it too late to join up?

Jarod suppressed another laugh as the show died down. She had finally let go of the poor guy. After racking the balls once more, he carefully took another shot. It would probably be his last game, unless something came to his attention. He wanted to hit the road before something else happened.

Sorry to see you go. I'll definately keep up with the DA.

Heh, I guess the avatar is now my sig. I like it better that way, anyway. Oh, and I also forgot to say, those are actaully some nice pictures, Howlitzer.

Nah, the credit's your's, its YOUR picture, I'm wierd like that. Thanks. I'll get it resized when I have a chance.

Well. Here's the pictures I took that turned out. They obviously aren't the most elaborate, but they'll do: http://aquaeden.com/img/eclipse/DSC_1760.jpg I don't mind if anyone uses this as an avatar. By all means go ahead. But really.. don't take credit for it or I'll have to tie you up and run you...