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Jack stared at Armand as he walked off, raising his eyebrows. He then looked at Cosette, his face still somewhat expressionless. He shrugged his shoulder as a weak grin grew on his face.

"I've gotta say, you never really realize how tall someone is until they're standing right in front of you... of course being 5'8" makes almost anyone seem tall."

He sighed quietly as he heard some gagging sounds. His eyes narrowed as he looked around.

"What the hell is that?"

"That is it," a deep voice escaped from Jack's mouth. "Jackie-boy might take your crap, but I've had it."

JR's voice sounded menacing and irritated. His eyes were that of a blood red, one that befitted a psychopath. Underneath the coat, he pulled out the double-barrled shotgun. He aimed it at the door, now tempted to fire the gun. He pulled back the hammers and aimed it at the door. However, Jack quickly regained his senses. He kept himself from pulling the trigger as his eyes twitched. He sighed quietly, wishing he had a better moment of control. Obviously the more anger that built up inside of him, the better control he'd have.

"How about we talk this out," JR said, now irritated with Jack. "After all, your obviously a b***h who has a personal vendetta against all male figures, and I'm a p***k who just wants sex and a few dead carcasses. So how bout it, one pissed off individual to another."

"Who thinks... I care... whether you live or die you damn p***y?" JR said. "Jack might have been acting righteous, but as far as I'm concerned, I want to AID your demise."

JR waited patiently at the door, the shotgun hanging in his hand. It was fairly obvious how greatly Jack and JR contrasted. JR knocked on the door, irritated with the two. As far as he was concerned, there was a whiner, an irritated (and to JR, irritating) woman, and a British stereotype. Soon, a grin grew on his face as he crossed his arms.

"Since Jack got into the middle of business that wasn't his... I'll get goin'. I'll let you finish it. By the way, Cosette? It's obvious you need to get out and have someone take care of the pressure. Look me up when you have a moment of freedom... I'll help you out. I'm always in the mood for some fun."

With that, JR chuckled quietly as he decided to head off. Jack might have felt it was his duty to help out a fellow hunter, but as far as JR was concerned, the whole ordeal wasn't any of his business. He shouldn't have been involved in the first place.

((Exit))

Cosette ignored Jack, or rather 'J.R' or whatever the he his alternate personality was going by. She hadn't been paying enough attention to note names while Jack had that schizophrenic argument within his head. The betraying hippy hunter simply wasn't interesting enough for Cosette's fragile attention span and once Jack was behind the door and locked out of the scene, She acted as though he had never interrupted her playtime.
Cosette did pay more attention to her captive, But not by much. She only heard half of what Stan said as he complained about all the wasted time, most of her attention was fixed on a closed door across the apartment; The very same door that Luther had disappeared behind just moments earlier. She listened carefully for any hints on what was going on beyond the wood as she heard someone banging against a wall, but her attention wavered back to Stan before she could judge what Luther was doing.

“Fine. You know what..Here.” Cosette started to say before her swift little hands darted forward and began working at those tiny intricate knots, being very very conscious of Stan's disgusting slobbered hand. In the matter of a few very quick seconds, The strips of fabric were laying upon the floor in a heap with every one of them untied.
Cosette then planted her hands on those dainty hips just as her lips set in a pouty frown. “You ungrateful brat, Are you happy now? Untied and free. So just go. I'm bored and you complain too much. Next time I won't save your unlucky rear from Alasdair. ” Cosette fully expected him to just gather all his junk and leave; So to speed up his grand exit, She began gathering up all his weapons in her small arms and toted them over to the front door and promptly dropped them with a loud clatter.

“Right, And I suppose you were just going to make a quaint little dive roll rightoff the side of the building when you were making that mad escape on the roof, hm? Just think, I saved you from both Alasdair and your stupidity.” Cosette's scornful run-on voice only hesitated for an instant, Pausing when Stan decided for some random and odd reason to offer Cosette one of his weapons. Right, Because Cosette was totally the grungy sort of girl that carried around weapons.
“As if I want that petty thing. I'm really very careful about avoiding trouble with the dogs. They cause awful messes when they get upset. People really need to start giving me more credit. Keep your stupid toy, I don't want it. I could out run a little pup any day.”As she spoke rather swiftly, Cosette kept snatching quick glances around Stan for a telling look at Luther, who was sprawled out along one of the couches reminding Cosette of those dangerous and unpredictable predatory lion tired and exhausted, simply laying about lazy and looking all sorts of harmless and cute.
Blindly reaching behind her, Cosette managed to pull open the front door, which she was now gracious enough to hold open for Stan. Of course, Cosette had absolutely no intentions to simply leave Stan be once he left the apartment. On the contrary, She had decided that Stan was going to fill all the boring and empty spaces in Cosette's time. Time when Luther was too busy mixing monstrous drugs and deciphering genetics to pay the much needed attention to poor, lonely and bored Cosette.

“Right, Sure you aren't. You just play with vampires because it makes feel all warm and fizzing inside then, I'm sure. “ Cosette muttered, stealing the last word before she slammed the door shut behomd Stan. Now, If Armand hadn't decided to show up with his piece of junk at the front door, If Jack hadn't attempted to make himself a hero, and if Luther hadn't been busy puking up his guts in the other room and looking all clammy and worrying Cosette; Stan would have found himself still very much tied up and bleeding with Cosette's perfect and oh-so lovely name carved deep into his flesh. Lucky for him, Cosette's attention span was too delicate and with all the distractions, She'd nearly lost all her interest in making a piece of art out of Stan's body. Lucky Stan, because he was simply allowed to 'walk away' from a potentially very deadly situation scar free.

“Now, What all is wrong with you?” Cosette was suddenly beside Luther, her slender fingers reaching to his face to smooth away the red hair from his forehead so that she might better see his eyes. He seemed slightly better now, As though he had spent the time in that small room removing whatever had caused Luther to act so loopy and odd minutes before, but she wasn't any less concerned. He sure didn't look much better, All tired and exhausted. Cosette leaned forward to press one of those feather light kisses on his forehead, Waiting for an explanation for all his awkward behavior.

“Right, Because insanity is so simply bottled up in a a little container.” Cosette muttered, rolling her eyes in one fluid dramatic show. Like always when something managed to catch her attention; And someone manging to contain their own insanity was certainly something pretty major, Cosette couldn't simply just leave the subject be and move on. She was instantly curious and wanted to know more. “If having that bit in you hadn't caused you to act so odd, I might have liked the change in you. There isn't enough insane lunatics these days. A bit of dangers is always fun. Though, You seem more content with just lazying about on the couch.”
“I suppose could go fetch Stan. He'd probably be more exciting because I'm just getting bored with you.” She was mumbling, a hint of scorn touching that lovely voice as she pulled away from Luther with a irritated sigh. “You want to know what happened to that plan? You decided to jump Alasdair for some change, And here I am; The laughing stock of the entire city because apparently everyone thinks poor Cosette awfully funny for plying you so I'm just a tad bit more powerful. So, As you can imagine my deflated ego messes with my psyche a bit and now I'm probably broken. Your fault, Of course.”