For the First Time {open}

[JAMES AIDAN O'NEILL]

Jimmy stood in the crowd of people on the street appearing to be just an innocent bystander observing the disaster that had ensued in the apartment building before him. He watched as they wheeled two bodies out of the place, one after the other covered in body bags. He saw one was significantly smaller than the other and his heart hurt at the idea that one of the victims had been a child. It did more than that it angered him.

After all the years and everything he'd seen he would never get used to it. Each case, felt a little more personal each time, like his need for vengeance kept growing. They had come to town on word of a case but to actually have to witness another murder was painful. His blue eyes glanced around taking in the crowd, why were they all so interested anyway, he knew why he was here but he wouldn't have been if he could have avoided it.

His eyes searched for his siblings but they were no where to be found. Good, it meant they were doing their job, trying to gather details on the victims. His job, was probably the more gruesome one. He was going to have to actually go in and investigate the scene. His memory for detail awarded him that delightful position. It wasn't something he particularly enjoyed but hey, it was something he was good at.

From the street he could scope out the apartment. He could see the investigators through the window on the side which means he could get there through the fire escape if he needed to but preferably he was going to just walk right through the front door. He would have to wait until the fuss died down, either that or create a distraction and run in while everyone was freaking out. He smiled at the idea, that one seemed like a lot more fun.

His eyes glanced around again looking for something that could potentially distract a mob. He pursed his lips together in thought and couldn't particularly see anything. If his siblings were around he could have had his sister faint or something, that always seemed to do the trick. He picked up his phone to message his sister the idea but stopped quickly. No, he could handle it he didn't need their help.

[Gregg Allen Steine]

Hunting was still something that was fairly new to Gregg. He was thrown into the game after being possessed by a wicked demon that got sent back to hell and had him laid up in the hospital for a good time. He could hope his own in a fight and that was good thing, but sometimes the creatures that go bump in the night seem to be a lot stronger and faster, so you had to just let your body react quickly it was something he learned while playing foot ball trust your instincts and reflexes.

He had caught on about some case near by the town he was currently staying in, and decide to check out the situation. Something was murdering people that seeing, as things seemed to be happening mysteriously. He didn't know if it was something supernatural or some twisted person killing people. He had to try to connect the dots seeing as their had already been two in this town already, and a call had came over the radio about a third one.

Therefore, he had gone on with what he had been learning threw some of the other hunters and how they get into the places with forged badges and fake aliases'. He had some dude named Travis helps him out with all the fake stuff since he was a computer wizzz. He had met him and his father briefly at the academy. Gregg didn't go to school there since he was older then the students, but he did peek in on some of the training exercises seeing as it is a safe haven for hunters and their families.

So here, Gregg was outside a crime seen posing to be a FBI Agent, scooping out the scene, to see two bodies being taken out one that looked full-grown and the other that looked like it was a little child. What sort of thing would do this to a person? He had seen a boy slip off to the side and it made him raise a brow. It wasn't common so he seemed to follow the young fella, quite and cautiously in case this person was the killer and he was a creature and not a human. You never could be too sure these days.

He had seen the boy peek in the window. "And what is it you think you are doing? This is a crime scene you know?" Gregg had stated and wanted to see what the young lad would do. Would he run away or try to BS his way out of being caught out there. Was he a human or was he something that Gregg hunted along with the rest of the hunters he knew. Gregg knew one thing for sure he never crossed paths with this lad nor had he seen him at Harvelle Academy.

Gregg was trained to be aware of his surroundings and that is what he was doing..


((let me know if this works. Figured it was a way to give them some sort of interaction. ))

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