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--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Renee: The sun had sat maybe three hours ago and she found herself walking the streets. She had feed on all the blood packs she had at her apartment but even now, not even an hour later, she couldn’t help but look at those around her as meal. She remember Jesse had said something to her once, when they had first met, about a hunger like this. Maybe he would be able to help explain things or tell her what to do. She pulled out her phone and quickly texted him. *text* Hey Jesse. Are you busy right now? *end*

Jesse Fforde: Jesse, for all intents and purposes, was not in a very good mood. He felt like both he and Grey had been working too much and had been seeing less of each other recently - on top of which, Velveteen's news that Phoenix had got back into Tytonidae. The recent conversation via text with Micah should have helped, but it hadn't. The two were still on good terms, but the sour taste in Jesse's mouth wasn't going to go away. The phone vibrated in his pocket. A distraction! Excellent. He texts: Not at all. What's up?

Renee: She kept walking, not paying attention to where she was or where she was going. She phone went off in her hand and she quickly read it. Good. If anyone was going to be able to help she hoped it would be Jesse. *text* I need to talk to you about something. Can we meet up somewhere?*end*

Jesse Fforde: Jesse was already pulling on his boots, and dragging a leather jacket over his shoulders. From the table by the front door he'd retrieved his helmet - all before the next text. Paused by the front door. His jeans were black, as was his t-shirt. The t-shirt had a very large quote on the front: Let's **** **** Up. He replied: Anywhere you like. Where are you?

Renee: As she kept her mindless walking she was pulled again away from her thoughts of blood by her phone. She stopped and for the first time she looked around to take note of where she was. She didn’t realize where she was at first. It took her a moment to fully bring herself together. *text* I’m in Cherrydale. Near the abandoned church.

Jesse Fforde: When the next text came through, Jesse was in the elevator on his way down to the basement, where his bike was parked. Cherrydale was on the other side of the city to Veil Towers, but that was okay. It wouldn't take him long, not at this time of the night. He replied, after he had pulled his helmet over his head and sunk heavily onto the back of the bike: Abandoned Church it is, then. See you soon. Every word spelled out properly. It was habit.

Renee: She paces back and forth in front of the church as she waited for a text to come. After what only moments she got her reply. She walked over to the building and leaned against it as she waited. Playing with her phone in one hand and drumming on her leg with the other.

Jesse Fforde: Of course Jesse has no idea what the problem could be. He hasn't seen Axel in ages. Again. The guy seems to have the habit of disappearing - or perhaps just remaining distant. Is it the same with Renee and company? Is he distant with his childer, too, thus why Renee felt the need to text Jesse instead? Maybe it's something that only Jesse can help with. He ponders it, as he rides. And fifteen minutes later the bike is parked, the helmet is removed, and his boots crunch on the loose gravel as he makes his way into the church, with its broken windows and vast ceilings. He spots Renee and saunters over to her. "Renee," he greets her.

Renee: She is pulled from her thoughts not by the bike but by the sound of her name. “Evening Jesse.” She smiled at her grand sire as she put her phone to sleep and placed it back into her pocket. “Hope I’m not keeping you from anything.” She was still drumming on her leg as she straightened up.

Jesse Fforde: Jesse smirks. "I might say that you are, but Grey's at work. And there's only so many times that I can go and disturb her there," he says. His gaze swept Renee from head to foot and back again. He was looking for injuries, but saw nothing. Whatever problem she has, it must lie elsewhere. "I'm assuming we're not here to talk about the weather. What's bothering you?" he asks. Never the one to beat around the bush.

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Renee: She smirked about him. It was nice that he was happy. People were easier to talk to when they were happy. “Always to the point as always and thankfully.” She wasn’t sure how to go about this so she just went for it. “I’m hungry. All the time. I just fed an hour ago and already I’m wanting to go feed again. I’m surprised I didn’t on my walk over here.”

Jesse Fforde: The happy that Renee thought she saw was just a front. Jesse wasn't really happy. Not at all. But he wasn't going to do anything rash, no. He was going to distract himself. And how best to do so than to focus on the problems of others? When Renee explained her particular predicament, Jesse snorted. Not because he was belittling the problem, but because he knew exactly how it felt. He scratched at the stubble on his throat, recently grown back from his previously clean-shaven state. "Welcome to my world," he said. "And I suppose you'd like to know how to deal with it?"

Renee: She is relieved when he says that he knows how it. She was thankful she had thought to message him. “That would be lovely and a you would forever be my lifesaver.” She sounded stupid to herself but at this point she didn’t much care. Jesse was a life a saver to most of the family and that wasn’t a secret at least not to her.

Jesse Fforde: Jesse nodded and gestured to one of the nearby pews - it was positioned at an odd angle, like someone had moved it for some reason. But it was one of the ones that wasn't yet broken, the wood unsplintered and still relatively smooth. He sat down on the pew, one knee up so that he could face Renee. He placed his helmet on the floor. "Truth is? There's no way to satisfy it. You just have to get used to it. Try to stick to blood packs. But feed from humans every once in a while, too," he says. Oh, he knows it's not good for the Masquerade to feed from humans. But to do so once in a while was far better than losing control and slaughtering a group of youths, with witnesses to boot. "Straight from the source is more satisfying. And if you do that every once in a while, it'll help you to keep control. You were taught how to properly dispose of a dead body, yes?" he asks, choosing to have faith that Axel had done the right thing.

Renee: She had feared that she couldn’t get rid of it but she would have to deal with it anyway. the other option would be just to kill and in turn be killed. At least it would be by family if she had to go that way. She nodded her head. “He showed me a couple of ways but the best being to burn them.” She had used gotten use to the smell of burnt flesh in the past year. It never got better but now she didn’t want to throw up everywhere every time she had to burn a body.

Jesse Fforde: Jesse himself rather enjoyed the smell of burning flesh. But that was Jesse - he didn't care much about who he killed or why. He was sure he already knew this about Renee - that she knew how to dispose of the bodies properly. He just had to make sure. "We are what we are. Violence is in our nature. Blood is our food. Just don't be seen, and don't get caught," he said. That was one thing he'd enjoyed when Grey had been human - feeding from her had been bliss. He almost mentioned this to Renee, but resisted. No, best not to encourage her to find a willing human blood bag.

Renee: “Oh trust me I don’t plan on getting caught ever again if I can help it.” She thought back to the time she had. She had never been scared in life. Having both Jesse and Axel be disappointed in her was worse then a stab to the gut. “Well I am at least glad to know I’m not the only one with this problem.”

Jesse Fforde: "No, and I'm sure it's not just the two of us, either," he says, clearing his throat. He can feel it, now. Just talking about it, focusing on the thirst, remembering how he had felt when feeding from Grey; the burn is insistent. An ache that doesn't subside, ever. He had already fed, though. Earlier, he'd taken his frustrations out on some naive innocent. Tore out their throat and somehow managed not to cover himself in their blood - it was too precious to waste. "If you ever get into trouble, you know you can call me, yeah?"

Renee: “Yeah.” She smiled at him. Her thirst was still pushing at her and she should try the human thing soon to see if it helps at all. “Thank you Jesse, for everything. I should let you get back to whatever you were doing. I need to go find a meal.” She smirked “Catch ya later?”

Jesse Fforde: Jesse stayed put. He hadn't been doing anything, and doesn't know what he'll do next. He knew he should go and find Velveteen, to talk to her. To straighten some things out. But he was hesitant. There were things he wanted to say but knew he shouldn't. And he had to think, first, about what he would say. "No problem, Renee. Be careful out there," he said with a wink and a smirk, and a salute.

Renee: “I’ll try my best.” She winked before she turned and made her way out of the church. She could tell there were things on his mind but she knew Jesse wasn’t one to talk about his troubles to just anyone. If he had wanted her input or help he would ask.