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[redneck_wolf]

Jake was heading back to the dressing room, after a particularly loud and boisterous concert. Nina had slipped out "Just to get a drink," and Arn had headed for the bus, muttering something about Lee Harvey Oswald clones. That left Jake on his lonesome, and... he didn't particularly mind. He'd been on his own most of his life, and he was used to the quiet. Almost like an old friend, really.

He was a touch nervous being back in Gotham. He didn't want to get into any more scrapes than he had to, and Gotham had not particularly been good to him, in that department. Still. He had Nina and Arn with him this time. That had to count for something. Still, he couldn't help but lock the door behind him, as he trudged into the dressing room, looking for something resembling a chair to flop down in. He was dragging his guitar behind him, not minding the twangs and plunks of protest it sounded. He couldn't play anyway, what did it matter if it was out of tune, or broken?

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[stretchy_girl]

Not being able to sleep was sometimes a real curse. It meant that twenty four hours a day seven days a week Gemini needed something to do to occupy her time. Sometimes she'd steal some jewellery she liked from a store or artwork from a museum, other times she'd wander the street in a beautiful form and wait for the creeps to crawl out of the shadows so that she could leave them battered and broken.

But tonight, the Scare Tactics had been in town, a new group with quite a buzz in the underground scene in which she moved, so she'd turned up expecting to be disappointed but oh how wrong she'd been! Not only did she like their style but they were so delightfully grotesque she simply had to express her appreciation. The door had been locked but there was nobody in the corridor and no cctv so she'd simply squeezed through the crack under the door, and taken position in a corner waiting for...ah it was the werewolf, fantastic.

"Hey handsome," she smiled, stepping forward, folding her arms over her form hugging one piece olive dress and smiling provocatively. "Great gig tonight."

[redneck_wolf]

Jake's nose was twitching before his ears went up at the sound of her voice. He briefly thought that perhaps Nina had bought some perfume? But-- no. That wasn't really her style. And she wasn't here. By that point, he was hearing the velvety voice, and spinning on autopilot to face it's owner.

He paused a moment, surprised to see someone so-- well, attractive in their dressing room. The general rundown, cruddy status of the venue only served to enhance her own looks. But there was something off about her. She smelled-- like rubber?

"Beggin' your pardon, ma'am, but I don't think you're supposed to be here." His hold on the guitar neck tightened slightly. Oh please, he really didn't want a fight tonight.

[stretchy_girl]

"But I am here, so what're you gonna do about it?" she asked, giving off a practised air of innocence, not looking remotely abashed at being caught somewhere she shouldn't be.

The dressing room was run down and smelt of the sweat of the many performers who'd been through over the years, but she ignored the awful surroundings, focusing on the...man? Who stood opposite.

"I've gotta say, I've seen a lot of bands, none of them quite so out there as you. What are you anyway? Metahuman? Canine hybrid? Think I can get your autograph?"

[redneck_wolf]

Jake cleared his throat. Well that was forward. "I don't have a pen on me," He said, deftly avoiding the first question. "I'm glad y'enjoyed the show, though." He was uneasy. She didn't seem hostile, but she didn't smell human either. She could be another R-Complex slave, sent to bring them back in. "How did you get in here?"

He moved around the room, setting the guitar to one side. Sure, it was a great tool for smashing, but it was also sort of one-and-done when it came to that sort of thing. And Arn would yell at him if he wrecked another guitar. Besides, his claws were just as good as anything for defense.

[stretchy_girl]

"It was awesome!" She enthused, her smile not reaching her cold blue eyes. "I've never seen anything like you guys before." She blushed a little at his second question, looking shyly at the floor.

"Take a guess," she teased, putting a finger to her chin and giving him a coy grin. There were at least ten different ways she could have got in and if he guessed any of them she'd give him a reward, in fact...

"I do have a pen." She told him, holding her hand out of sight for a moment to mould the 'flesh' of her palm and when she held it up again there was a pen in her hand. "Can you sign my shirt?" She tapped her chest and gave him her best eager fan look.

[redneck_wolf]

Jake sighed, deeply, very flustered. She wanted him to sign her chest? ... He somehow thought Nina wouldn't like that much.

"There ain't a whole lot like us out there. But... we do exist." Clearly. She was goading him. She was not human. It was just a matter of if she was dangerous or not. And if she had figured out that he wasn't in costume right now. Even other non-humans sometimes had a hard time believing in things like werewolves.

"Don't you have-- a CD, or a photo?" He asked. He was only going to sign her shirt if he had to.

[stretchy_girl]

"I've heard of metahumans, but I've never seen anything like you before." She breathed, a little 'starstruck, and it was true, she'd seen and been many different hybrids, but this was her first werewolf type. She would definitely be giving his form a try later on.

"I was gonna buy your CD on the way out," she pouted, stepping closer, offering him the pen hopefully, eyes bright with youthful hero-worship. Although perhaps a creature such as he might be able to sense the predator lurking underneath.

[redneck_wolf]

There was definitely something about her that was making him skittish. Mostly that smell of rubber. And-- he wasn't entirely sure, but he was starting to think she didn't have a heart beat. That wasn't so new, Nina got along swimmingly without one of those. So he knew it was possible. It just wasn't human

"Only heard'a them?" He raised an eyebrow-- a rather odd look on such a wolfish face. "Truly. Hm." His tone indicated that he clearly thought she was withholding something.

Holding his hand out for the pen, he resigned himself to signing the shirt, and hoped that Nina wouldn't wander back in as he did. He held the pen strangely, wrapping his entire hand around it not unlike a child with a crayon, and his handwriting was similarly childish. He wrote his band name, 'Fang' as best he could. "That what you wanted ma'am?"

[stretchy_girl]

The pen was as much a part of her as her clothes, the 'ink' liquid rubber coloured and textured to look right. Gemini couldn't care less about the signature, what she wanted was to get him close to her, put him off his guard a little so he'd talk freely about his powers and his past.

"Oh that's so awesome thank you," she giggled, pressing herself closer and bringing a hand up to curl around a lock of chest fur. "I'd really like to know more about you, the things you can do." She breathed, careful to get the pen back so she could reabsorb it. "This is my first time talking to anyone with special powers." She giggled, rubbing a leg against his.

[redneck_wolf]

Hooookay, that was-- ok. He stiffened (har), snorting ungracefully through his nose in surprise. He was not used to women treating him like this (or men, for that matter). At least not while he was in his wolf form. And as uneasy as she made him, she was beautiful. It was hard not to notice.

"Er-- well," He stammered, trying to gently untangle himself from her. "You know I can play the guitar," No you can't, Jake. You can make noises on a guitar, that's hardly the same thing. "There ain't nothin' special about me, ma'am. Lots of folks out there jus' like me." That wasn't untrue.

[stretchy_girl]

The fur didn't matter much to Gemini. She'd worn it before and could appreciate something that others saw hideous, otherwise she wouldn't take the shapes of some truly horrific beasts. By her monster standards he was about a six.

"Yeah," she grinned, although her mind added 'not well' as the wreck of the instrument lodged against the wall indicated. "Most folks aren't big and furry though, c'mon what's your secret?" Her hand was rubbing at his chest now and she was certainly not letting herself get disentangled, somehow keeping pressed up against him even more tightly as a result of his efforts.

"What can you and your friends do?"

[redneck_wolf]

"We-- tend to be kinda private, miss," He said, attempting to catch her wrists. He was built to catch rodents and other four legged animals that could move like lighting. He could even catch Nina, they'd found out long ago. If he couldn't catch her, that'd be another point in the 'inhuman' category.

Speaking of... He was about ready to come off the defensive, even as she was rubbing oh-so distractingly against his body. "I don't even know your name."

[stretchy_girl]

Patience wasn't one of Gemini's strong suits and whenever someone failed to do what she wanted it usually wasn't good for them. For the moment she was still enjoying this game, but she wanted answers or would start getting annoyed.

"Private huh? We're somewhere private now..." she grinned, letting him grab her wrists to give him the feeling he was in control. "Name's Gemini, you're Jake, right?"

[redneck_wolf]

That caught his attention. People weren't supposed to know his real name. Scare Tactics had Fang as it's lead guitarist. 'Jake' was just a roadie who helped set up sometimes. "I'm Fang," He said forcefully. "Check your shirt." He kept his hold on her now. "Why are you so interested in us, Ms Gemini?"

[stretchy_girl]

"Uh-huh, you've certainly got some big ones." She remarked half to herself, looking up into his mouth. A simple fangirl would probably be more scared but meh Gemini couldn't be bothered.

"Why wouldn't I be?" She asked, giving her hips a roll against his for the fun of it. "You're big and strong, just the kind of guys I'm looking for."

[redneck_wolf]

This was weird. Very, very weird. He looked half animal right now, as far as any normal person was concerned. Who finds that sexy?

"Most folks have th' good sense t'be scared of me." Ok, maybe he could bluff his way out of this. He pulled back his lips, snarling lightly, showing off just why he was called 'Fang'.

[stretchy_girl]

"Most folks aren't me." She deadpanned, not so much twitching as he snarled right in her face. Teeth didn't bother her, even if sharp enough to pierce her skin, which she doubted, but she wasn't going to let the threat go unanswered.

Her head split open like a flower, the insides 'petals' lined with teeth, a maw of black tendrils extending from a horrific mouth within her neck, a ghastly bellow sounding...

An instant later and her head had closed up and she was just a pretty girl once more with an innocent smile.

"See what I mean?"

[redneck_wolf]

To his credit, Jake managed to hang on to her through this transformation, and not let go to bolt for the door. He did lean back, as he'd rather not get his head caught in-- that. The teeth in there didn't look like silver, so he could probably heal from a bite, but he would just as soon (a) Not have his head crushed, and (b) Not get bitten at all, if possible.

"I think I do," He said, the fur on his neck standing up. Dayum, girl! "Neat trick. The R-Complex send you?" He would fight her by himself if he had to.

[stretchy_girl]

"Good," she purred smiling, the amusement reaching her eyes this time, although they remained cold. She took a step back now, less interested in teasing him now that she'd played her trick, her poise firm and confident and not a little menacing.

"R-Complex?" She tilted her head, not recognising the name. "Never heard of them."

[redneck_wolf]

Jake was somewhat torn. She hadn't attacked so far. Sure she was a bit weird, but then-- she wasn't human. Weird was part of that package, he was all too aware.

On the other hand, if this was a ruse... He did not want to go back to the R-Complex. "They're a gov'ment agency. Black bags folks like you 'r me to either disappear, or work on their leash." He frowned "Y'wouldn't be the first they'd sent to bring us back." He still hadn't let go. He wouldn't until he thought he could trust her. Bu the wasn't snarling any more, at least.

[stretchy_girl]

The wolfman was still holding her, making Gemini lift an eyebrow and glance down at his hands, her arms softening until they were like jelly and slipping out of his grasp.

Giving a look that said 'touch me again and you'll regret it' she thought over what he said. "Huh," she said out loud. She would need to investigate this R-Complex as a potential threat to the Brotherhood's plans although not to her. "You maybe, they'd have a hard time finding me. What kind of others have they sent?" She asked curious about what she might be up against in future.

[redneck_wolf]

Jake examined his hands for residual goo, after Gemini melted through his claws. That was a weird sensation. At least it hinted at how she got into the room. "Last time? Scorcher." He sighed slightly, remembering poor Cindy Brand, who they had had to leave behind when they escaped. "A-- fire starter." He couldn't remember the word 'pyrokinetic' but it would have been apt here.