<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_m97muidtaR1qiaif5o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Connors (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7969056#msg7969056)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Faces<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Scarlett, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Jack had already come to the Faces, dressed somewhat for the occasion in a white collared shirt, unbuttoned black waistcoat, and blue tie to go with a pair of jeans and sneakers.<br/><br/>The previous night hadn't been kind to him. Unlike what he had expected walking in, he had not gotten shitfaced and laid. Instead, he had helped the Slayer with her job. Consequently, he had been up almost the entire night doing more research on the Slayer, and also at epicenters of supernatural activity. He had discovered a few in the states: all of the big places one might expect, like LA, New York, Chicago, Atlanta, and other huge population centers (and Cleveland), but there were two unexpected points on the map, two sleepy suburban towns that seemed to have mass amounts of things that go bump in the night for no rhyme or reason. He happened to be attending college in one of them. That was more than a little worrisome.<br/><br/>After getting what sleep he could, he woke to work on more Slayer research. It was while compiling some information from Atlanta that he stumbled across it. He had been going through Atlanta's database of traffic cam pictures; it was a grainy black-and-white still image from a traffic camera across the street from a small graveyard, taken at about midnight, depicting what was most definitely the girl wearing the leather catsuit he had met last night, the one who claimed she was the Slayer. He did a double-take when he saw the image from the hacked files. He zoomed in on her to make sure. Oh, it was definitely her, domino mask and silver cross on the zipper.<br/><br/>After lunch, Jack spent his afternoon downloading and cracking facial recognition software, and then uploaded the grainy image into his new program. It processed for a moment before spitting out several possible other appearances, with different hair colors and lengths. More importantly, they didn't have the domino mask. "Holy shit..." It was the girl who had swooped in and kicked the crap out of three of those guys who had been trying to molest one of the girls at the party.<br/><br/>He glanced down at the clock in the bottom-right corner of his display, then out the window. It was definitely dark enough to merit potential vampire appearances. Well, if he was going to meet the Slayer again tonight, he would need to be out of the dorm room. After bidding adieu to his concealed pet scorpion, he slipped off-campus and began his trek to one of the newer clubs, the Faces.<br/><br/>And so, he sat at a little table off to the side, keeping a weather eye on the door when he spotted a familiar head of blonde hair entering the premises. Jack wove through the crowd, trying to get to Scarlett before she got to the dance floor and he lost her in the bigger crowd assembled there. He managed to catch up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hi there, Slayer," he said quietly, not wanting to draw any more attention than was necessary.