Darkened Alleyways, And New Faces (Ian/Closed)

[Jenna Tragic]

"God I hate the dark.." She muttered to herself, her light jacket haning from her waist. It had started off rather chilly, but as the day passed it began to grow warm.

Her corsette was loosened, due to the heat beating down on her face and she had given up on the arm warmers as well. As she was walking down the street, she had seen the shadowed alleyway and headed down it was an attempt to riden herself of the sadistic sun.

Mistake, because now every sound was freaking the woman out. She wasn't young, but wasn't old yet either. And simple childhood fears still attacked her when she wasn't looking.

"Perfect" As she put her head down to turn a small corner, she bumped into someone and almost shrieked. "I'm sorry!!" She said a bit loudly, not wanting to be attacked by an unfriendly face. She wasn't helpless, but didn't like the dueling so much.

[Ian Hunt]

"It's fine," I reply a little louder than necessary.
It's that way where someone speaks to someone else in a specific tone or volume, and the other person finds themself imitating it for no good reason.
I suppose, I have a reason. I don't often round corners and walk into particularly jumpy people. I don't really often see people in shadowed alleys at all in fact.

It's a habit I've never grown out of. Back from my loyal Death Eaters days, which are long since over, shadowed alleys were perfect. And after the loyal Death Eater days came the depressed days, and once again, shadowed alleys were perfect. And then I sort of became someone who's almost normal, and tend to stay away from shadowed alleys.
Although, in times of crisis, when I need to clear my head and just escape from other people, there's always a little bit of solace to be found in slipping off the street and heading around in the cold dark of these places.

And I think that here and now constitutes as a time of crisis.
I've spent far more time than I'd like to visiting Azkaban lately, and I've spent even more time at home when I think I might rather be at the prison I'm so terrified of.
No, okay, maybe home isn't that bad. But I still need to get away from it, so I've left my sister in charge and hopefully in a couple of hours, I can go back and start fresh with trying to calm things down. Just because Maddie's gone doesn't mean the rest of us can fall apart.
It's very tempting though, which is why I have to clear my head; so it becomes less tempting.

Although, it's hard to clear my head because now I'm standing awkwardly with someone who I've alarmed quite badly just by being there and I feel quite guilty about it.
"Are you alright?" I ask tersely.

[Jenna Tragic]

Jenna looked up slight, knowing now that the man wasn't going to attack her.. Or, at least it seemed that way. A flaw of hers, not being to trust people so keenly. Wasn't fond of being made vulnerable by doing just that.

Her boots could be used, if need really need be. But that would be pratically helpless against another witch or wizard and she laughed at herself for the mere thought of kicking someone with a wand square in the face. She could reach too, she had practiced a few times..

"I'm alright thanks" She mumbled, taking a deep breath. "You just scared me is all"

[Ian Hunt]

I raise an eyebrow at that, and now I'm not entirely sure if she's lost or not.
She doesn't look particularly lost and is in fact dressed in a way that denotes she sort of belongs hanging around in alleys, although my daughter dresses the same way sometimes just because she can, so I suppose appearances aren't anything to go by.

And she seems just a little bit jumpy, which sort of supports the whole 'lost' vibe.
"Are you...sure?" I'm about to ask if she's lost or not, before deciding against it and just asking the somewhat obselete question instead.

[Jenna Tragic]

Shrugging slightly, Jenna lets a nervous laugh. "The sun was a bit hott, so I turned off the main road. I don't like the dark, it frightens me slightly"

She pushed her lips together into a somewhat thin line. "I wasn't really expecting anyone else to be back here, due to the nice wheather and evertying" Biting her lip slightly, she retied the jacket around her waist absentmindedly.

"I guess I look like a creep or something, stalking the alley ways huh?"

[Ian Hunt]

I nod at that, as it's more feasible than she's lost. After all, I don't see how it's even possible to accidentally wander off the road and get lost back here.
"No more of a creep than I do," I shrug with reasonably good humour.
I've been told I look creepy more than enough anyway, and I suppose skulking round alleyways doesn't really help with this impression. I can't tell her that I'm out here trying to clear my head though, because that is, if possible, even weirder. Plus, I was out here for the peace and quiet and low possibility of bumping into someone anyway.

[Jenna Tragic]

She nodded.

"Not creepy..." She looked up at him, a small smile showing on her bare lips. "A little confussed though.. But not a creep" She shrugged, letting herself use the building behind her to rest against.

[Ian Hunt]

I shrug slightly, slipping my hands idly into my pockets, "I guess."
I'm tempted to ask if she really has just slipped down here because of the sun out there, as she seems a fair bit more comfortable than she did thirty seconds ago, but shrug it off.
It's just lingering paranoia and my current less than content state.

[Jenna Tragic]

Jenna looked up at him, watching him intently with her eyelined eyes and shrugged off her questions. It wasn't really any of her business. Her probably thought she was strange anyways, Jenna hardly thought he would tell her the truth anyways.

Thats how it usually worked, and so, instead of talking back to the boy she let the back of her head rest against the building, and closed her eyes. It was quiet, but for their breathing. A rat here and there. She smiled to herself as she heard the children playing out in the main street.

[Ian Hunt]

I fold my arms loosely across my chest for a moment, and wonder why I'm still here and why it feels just a little bit weird and improper to leave her here. Maybe if we were both going to continue our seperate ways, then it wouldn't be so weird to walk away now, but she seems to just be staying there intently and the conversation hasn't really been closed.

So I shrug awkwardly, as more of a gesture to myself, before asking, "So what's your name?"

[Jenna Tragic]

Jenna kept her eyes closed, though suprise must have been apparent on her face at his question. Did he actually care what her name was? Probably not, but it gave them both a reason to not keep silent anymore.

"Jenna" She answered with a calm voice, the smile still on her face. She wasn't sure why she was smilling now, the younger kids couldn't be heard once they started talking. "Jenna Tragic"

She opened her eyes, but kept her same position to look at him again. He was fairly good looking, about average in Jennas. She took in his position, trying to figure out what he was thinking.

"And yours?" She quirked a slender eyebrow at him, waiting for an answer.

[Ian Hunt]

"Ian," I reply with a very brief nod.
I don't add the surname. I don't really tend to do that without a prompt, because I'm not especially proud about it.
Any credibility the family name has ever had, has long since died out, but it's stuck with me...just not to say it if I can help it.

"I suppose...nice to meet you Jenna."
I don't really know what else to say, so a trivial pleasatry will have to do.

[Jenna Tragic]

"It's nice to meet you as well" She responded, pushing herself off the wall. "I mean, now that I'm Pretty sure your not going to attack me or something" She shrugged, not really thinking about it. Jenna concluded to herself that if he was going to attack her in some way, that we would have done it. But then again, maybe he liked to mess with his victims too.

Good she thought, to herself. Silently debating if it would be good to die or not. I wouldn't have to think about it anymore...

[Ian Hunt]

I laugh softly, shaking my head just a little.
"You have my word that I won't."
Maybe if we'd been in this situation over a decade ago, I might. But right now, it's not looking likely as I've probably forgotten how to use a wand. I probably don't even have it with me.
It's safer now, out and about, so it's not a necessity anymore. And I think Alex might have taken it.
I'm not sure, if I get home and we need a new back door again, I'll assume my ten year old has my wand.

I'd attack her.
Well, no one really asked you, did they?
Maybe not so long ago, I might have succumbed to him as well. But not anymore.
I think that I should just stop responding to myself, as it's only going to encourage him, and I'm not supposed to do that if I intend to get better.

[Jenna Tragic]

Jenna watched him as he seemed to be thinking about something. He seemed bothered, but it wasn't any of her bussiness. After, Jenna had her fair share of problems as well, and she - behing the way she is - wouldn't want some stranger sticking their nose in her bussiness.

She debated with herself, and laughed slightly at his response, rather she should ask if he was alright. It couldn't hurt, but then again, it probably wouldn't make anything better either. Shrugging to herself, she went for it.

Nothing stopped her before, so why was she hesitant now? "Are you alright?" She asked in a soft tone.

[Ian Hunt]

"I've been better," I smile wryly, "But I can safely say I've been an awful lot worse."
I don't really want to go into anything in all that much detail, because she is a stranger and strangers don't tend to really give a shit anyway. It's a non-question, expecting a non-answer and it doesn't matter.

"And yourself?"
It seems only right to ask it in return, even though I'm pretty sure that she's not the sort of person who tends to answer questions like that.

[Jenna Tragic]

She shrugged, not really thinking about his question to much.
"I'm alright, now that I know my heart is giving out on me"

She grinned up at the man, who looked slightly young though she knew by the way he talked that he was older.

"I know we don't really know each other, but I'm happy to listen of need be" She smiled again, pushing some pink hair from her face.