Duet~{Maka + Louis}~Demonic
 

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Name: Jason Bertrand
Age: 31
Race: Demon-Human Hybrid
Bio: Jason runs a small theater in the center of town with a small cast and crew of high school students wanting to aim for a career in acting. He personally isn't interested in their dreams, but he still keeps the place in good shape for them to use. He is a very quiet man and prefers to spend time alone, even when outdoors. Even though he lives among humans, he's never been found out and wishes to keep it that way, which is why he generally avoids others of his kind whenever possible.

Appearance:
http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs33/i/20...by_KeKiBeC.jpg

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Jason finished locking up the theater for the night and turned to walk out onto the bridge that went over the thin river. He stopped briefly to look down over the edge at the dark water. It never flowed too fast, always slow and steady. He wished humans could learn something from it. The creatures never seemed to just sit still and look around until age rendered them wrinkled and weak. What a waste.

He craned his head back to look up at the stars, glad the clouds hadn't come in tonight. Everything seemed so perfect. It might be a good omen, but he doubted it. With a sigh he wrapped the scarf tighter around his neck and buttoned his jacket. Time to get home, get some sleep, and wake early again so those kids wouldn't be standing around in the cold. For once he hoped they would take it easy and relax. They were young and would have their fame soon enough.

Jason stopped and turned back again, frowning at the lovely lone girl under the bridge. She was lucky she hadn't been swept off by anybody yet. Stupid young human. Or at least that's what he could guess. She had a strange aura about her, one he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"It's dangerous to be out here alone. Squads will be coming through the streets any moment now, and they won't take pity on you." The enemy Squads, as they liked to be called, were sent through the city every night in attempts to take prisoners away secretly. They weren't very good at it, since most anyone could predict when they would appear, but apparently this girl did not.

Jason shook his head. He wasn't going to start any idle chit chat with the girl. "Get to safety," he said before starting to walk off again. Hopefully she would follow the advice. If not, then it wasn't his problem. Countless young humans dissappeared on nights like these all the time. She would just become part of the ever growing number.

Jason made a point to ignore her as he unlocked his car and slid in, starting the engine up immediately. He was looking forward to some quiet reading time after all the clumsy accidents the newest member of the crew got into. He hadn't been happy at all at the repairs that would be needed, but that was for tomorrow to worry about.

As Jason started off he heard the telltale marching footsteps approaching toward the city center. He slowed his car on the empty street and sighed. A girl as stubborn as her was likely to be the first to go. The homeless men huddled in alleyways were certainly not high on the Squad's list. They'd take a young girl like here even over the toughest man in the city anyday. Why a matter like this bothered him now was unclear. He had no reason or gain in sheltering the girl. But he also knew he wouldn't get much sleep if he didn't turn around. He shook his head and shifted the gears to back up.

It didn't take long to find her, and when he did Jason pulled up right next to her and leaned part way out the window. "Get in," he ordered. There was very little time now until the Squads would start showing up.

Jason sped along as fast as he could to get home before the Squads closed in. He spoke to her while keeping his eyes focused on the road. "You're just staying for the night, understand? Tomorrow I'll drop you off at your parents house." He assumed the girl was about around 16 or 17. Her parents must be worried out of their minds that she wandered off so late.

Jason pulled into the small parking garage of the apartment complex he lived in and quickly shut off the engine and got out, walking around to her door. "Well, you've got to have somewhere to live, and tomorrow you're going back there." Once she stepped out he closed the car door and took her hand, hurrying her inside the tiny lobby and to the elevators.

Jason let go of her hand as they got to the elevator, it's worn out doors scraping open to let them in. The noisy old elevator clunked and sputtered the whole way up just as it always did. Hopefully someday the maintenence crew would get to looking at it. He turned to her. "There's many places in the city where you can go if you live in an abusive situation. Wandering the city is no excuse for not wanting to return home." Soon the doors creaked open again and he stepped out and went straight to a door opposite the elevator.

Jason unlocked the door and pushed it open, letting her walk in first. "Whatever the situation, you'll be going to stay somewhere safe." He knew the girl was purposely trying to skirt around the truth, but he didn't feel like pushing the matter. All he cared about was getting the girl settled in so that he could do so himself.

Inside the apartment it was sparse in furnishings, but still neat and cozy. The kitchen and living room were squished into one. The tiny bathroom led off from the kitchen and the door to Jason's bedroom was to the left. He shrugged his coat off and hung it on the hook by the door. "Go ahed and have a seat while I find some extra blankets. I'll see what I can make you for dinner in a moment."

Jason closed the door and disappeared into his room for a moment to get some extra blankets for her. He folded them neatly beside her on the couch, then went to the fridge. He hoped she wasn't picky about food. All he had in there was a bunch of cheap vegetables and fruits from a street market. "How about some celery and peanut butter?" he asked.

Jason got out the peanut butter jar and frowned at finding it nearly empty. It was only when company over that he realized how little he had. He managed to scrape some out from the bottom and spread it over the celery, then laid them on a napkin and took them to her. "Here," he said as he handed it to her over the back of the couch.

"Jason," he replied. He went over to the empty high backed chair in the corner and picked up a book to read from the basket beside it. "Feel free to use anything in the house tonight." He sat back in the chair and opened up the book to a spot with a worn out old marking ribbon.

Jason looked up from his book. He wondered why she wanted to be so open with him. Maybe she just wanted someone to listen, since she seemed troubled about going back home. Or to the hospital, if she was telling the truth, but he doubted it. "Tell me about this matter with the hospital then."