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ALEXANDRE WHITE
Alex sat in a corner, now dressed -- well, after a fashion. The shirt had been uncomfortably snug in uncomfortable places so he had to take it off, instead opting to drape the blanket over his shoulders. He was, at any rate, pensive. Thoughts about Jason, Uriel and whatever the fuck was going on in Vancouver running rampant in his head. He was pretty certain that if anything, his priority would be to get back to his precinct and help out. The force would need every hand that day, and probably in days to come if it was any indication of things yet to occur.
The food was a welcome break, with Alex wolfing down everything he was given. Transforming left him hungry sometimes, and this was one of those times when he was just ravenous. Alex had felt Leon's eyes raking over his body and it reminded him that he hadn't had any in some time. Not that he would want to have sex with Leon, but he suddenly felt quite cheeky. He caught Leon's gaze, winked and parted the blanket covering his abdomen a bit. He wondered if the Spiteful would get flustered at his actions.
"Well, my father is well connected, I should say. I haven't personally had many dealings with the Hand. My father takes care of that for the Pack" Alex mused. He looked around the houseboat, thinking are there any godsdamned windows in this thing?. He wanted to get a better view of the outdoors. "The first thing I have to do is get back to the precinct. I'm pretty sure they'll need my help, what with all the chaos that's probably going on in the city." Alex gestured at Jillian "Jillian, I think you might need to find another place to stay. Your current place isn't very secure and now that Uriel's aware of your involvement, I think it best you stay at my home which is warded... rudimentarily at least."
Alex locked his gaze on to Leon's, with a subtle smirk on his face. "Now, I think you've got no problems with the residence thing... If anything the last place they would look is a houseboat. But the offer stands for you as well." Alex fell silent when Leon reached over and turned the radio on, licking the burger juices from his fingers while they listened to the deluge of radio static. Bits and pieces of what were probably public service announcements came through here and there but none had any mention of casualties. "...Huh? That's odd. Was it just me or was there nothing about casualties? Not even injuries, if I'm not mistaken."
Alex sat in a corner, now dressed -- well, after a fashion. The shirt had been uncomfortably snug in uncomfortable places so he had to take it off, instead opting to drape the blanket over his shoulders. He was, at any rate, pensive. Thoughts about Jason, Uriel and whatever the fuck was going on in Vancouver running rampant in his head. He was pretty certain that if anything, his priority would be to get back to his precinct and help out. The force would need every hand that day, and probably in days to come if it was any indication of things yet to occur.
The food was a welcome break, with Alex wolfing down everything he was given. Transforming left him hungry sometimes, and this was one of those times when he was just ravenous. Alex had felt Leon's eyes raking over his body and it reminded him that he hadn't had any in some time. Not that he would want to have sex with Leon, but he suddenly felt quite cheeky. He caught Leon's gaze, winked and parted the blanket covering his abdomen a bit. He wondered if the Spiteful would get flustered at his actions.
"Well, my father is well connected, I should say. I haven't personally had many dealings with the Hand. My father takes care of that for the Pack" Alex mused. He looked around the houseboat, thinking are there any godsdamned windows in this thing?. He wanted to get a better view of the outdoors. "The first thing I have to do is get back to the precinct. I'm pretty sure they'll need my help, what with all the chaos that's probably going on in the city." Alex gestured at Jillian "Jillian, I think you might need to find another place to stay. Your current place isn't very secure and now that Uriel's aware of your involvement, I think it best you stay at my home which is warded... rudimentarily at least."
Alex locked his gaze on to Leon's, with a subtle smirk on his face. "Now, I think you've got no problems with the residence thing... If anything the last place they would look is a houseboat. But the offer stands for you as well." Alex fell silent when Leon reached over and turned the radio on, licking the burger juices from his fingers while they listened to the deluge of radio static. Bits and pieces of what were probably public service announcements came through here and there but none had any mention of casualties. "...Huh? That's odd. Was it just me or was there nothing about casualties? Not even injuries, if I'm not mistaken."