.To when my plans f a l l into motion [Iacob]

[Jasper Hale]

It took some doing to slide by Alice's watch, but it could be done. There were certain loopholes one could use for a limited amount of time, and indeed it was the simplest one Jasper used now. He'd sat still in his brother's spacious room, typing away to that boy for a while; plotting a more certain way to sneak out of the house undetected. Well, undetected only because he kept his mind racing through other various ideas. times and dates whilst he responded to each IM he recieved. And then, he'd stood abruptly and darted from the window sill to the overhanging branch of a wild oak, and from there had stolen his way from the grounds.

She'd know almost instantly of course, but he liked to think he was quicker in car than by her feet.

A pair of large shades balanced symmetrically upon the bridge of his alabaster nose, reflecting the fast-moving countryside from outside of the car window. He shot one glance towards his rear-mirror during the whole drive there, his thin lips plucking into a small smirk when he couldn't spot familiar movement behind him. Really, he didn't know why she worried so much, he was much more composed as of late.

Leaving the keys in the glove compartment (should Alice need it; theives... sure?) Jasper leant against the library door for a moment - tossing a pack of matches between his nimble fingers in mild amusement before shoving them back into his jacket pockets. Loosening the striped scarf around his neck, he strode past a few shelves towards those which were nearer the computing area of the library.

Oh the smell... He hadn't thought about the vast numbers of people there. No matter, he could stay calm for a while.

He wandered through the shelves there, noting briefly the couple of people nearby and those seated beofre monitors. Smiling slightly to himself, Jazz pushed the glasses slowly back from his eyes with a pale index finger - resting them against his wind-tousseled blond hair, where then he paused to thumb through a book about historical fires. Hopefully the boy would catch his drift.

[Iacob Roux]

Was he really about to meet a man t the library here? It didn't make that much sense to him. He'd been through the public safety classes hundreds of times, reviewing them over and over again but for some reason he really wanted matches.
Oh, of course he could go and buy them at any moment but many of the store owners know what he's done to the many houses that he and his parents used to live i. Perhaps they toured them when his parents sold the house, painting over the scorch marks that traced up the white walls and ended in a ragged circle at the ceiling. He was quite dangerous with flames, but the poor man he was meeting didn't need to know that, did he?
Iacob tilted his head to the side, examining the last message he had been left and made a face. This was going to be like a drug deal.. He wasn't to good at being calm during these things.
He'd just make sure that he takes the matches with a slight nod of thanks and-
Ah, screw it, he'll try to talk to the man, get him to open up. He was desperately in need of friends at the moment. Hell, he left his apartment to go to the library just for the company of people.
But he was getting matches...
Iacob crossed his legs underneath his body, browsing the internet for random video game titles as the bell tolled, signaling someone had come in.
He glanced at the man from the corner of his eyes, turning his head to get a full view as the man started to disappear into the historical section.
"Hnn, fires?" Iacob murmured, catching just a glimpse of the title before it was put into the mans awaiting hands.
It had to be him, he was the only one who actually looked at the tragedies of fire. Did he honestly want to go over and get the matches?
Of course he did.
Iacob rose slightly in his seat, leaning over to log off of the computer and pull out his card before he rose to his full height.
He slipped his thumbs through the belt loops of his jeans and walked up to the man, his eyes skimming up and down the figure.
"Alright, lets get this over with," He began, standing slightly straighter as he continued. "I'm Iacob, and if you're Jasper then I completely love you for bringing me matches."
He got to the chase, not wanting to stand there awkwardly to se if the man would notice him.
"And I won't allow this to go through like a drug deal. you're out of the house and you're near me so we're going to talk." He warned Jasper, his eyes lighting up.

[Jasper Hale]

"And if I'm not?" the vampire grinned slightly, still staring over the words that drenched the book. Dull, he really knew enough on such things, but it kept him amused for a small amount of time. Either way, the boy moved closer, his scent stinging the male's nostrils though he fought to stay cool. It was easier, he supposed, but for too long would be difficult.

Sighing in an esper-like manner, Jasper shut the book tight and replaced it upon the shelf without the slightest sound. His fingers curled around three boxes of strike matches, holding them neatly in one hands as he pulled them from his jacket pocket but held them slightly out of reach to the boy, Iacob. "Let's play fair then," he smiled, finally his amberline gaze flickering towards Iacob, "Hello..." Holding out his free hand, the honey-blond's lips twisted into a thin upwards smirk as he waited.

It felt honestly good to get out of the house again, though, as he glanced towards the front windows of the library, his car was already gone - minutes quicker than a theif would have been able to make of with it without the engline hum being overheard. Rolling his eyes a little with a crooked grin, Jazz pressed his back to the shelves; careful not to knock it over with the strength he could have exerted. "You see, she found me already. I'm walking home," he laughed quietly, his jaw stiffened slightly as he did so. He would have walked out perhaps, there and then, knowing that his petite little mistress could bring fury when she wanted to.

But talk they must.

[ooc: Egads, so long a time period and so short a post. My apologies.]

[Iacob Roux]

Iacob grinned, crouching down to get a better glimpse at the cover.
He let out a low whistle, still crouching, as he examined the cover.
"That's a nice flame." He muttered, his fingers itching to reach
out and touch the tiny cover picture, to trail his fingers across the red burst of color and imagine if he could cause such an amazing disaster.
His eyebrows raised to his normal position his lower lip
getting sucked in between his teeth in thought of his question.
"Well, if you aren't then I just made a complete and utter fool of myself."
Iacob said in a 'no duh' voice he often used with the few friends he had.
His eyes stayed glued to the blonde’s hand, his gaze unblinking as he pulled the matches out.
"You're playing dirty." Iacob said, a slight whine in his voice as his
hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.
He took the hand that was offered to him, licking his lips as he used his
other hand to reach over to try and claim the matches.
" 'Ello, Iacob Roux, at your service." He joked, eyes flitting up to the blonde's face to examine the features. "And your hand is extremely cold." He said
taking his hand back he rubbed it to warm the numb skin up.
His eyebrows rose up, taking in the knowledge that he had already been found.
"So? Just stay and chat with me. Or we could go around and I can mess around with the matches. I just need to see a spark." He responded, rocking back onto his heels. "I don't see you moving." Iacob retorted, the corner of his mouth tugging upward in a slight smirk.



['s okay. you're forgiven...for now.]

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[Jasper Hale]

He recoiled his hand abruptly, his expression horrifed for a brief moment as he stared at Iacob. Flaw one: He'd just let a human realise something unnatural about him, though from the looks of it he was going to slip by that particular detail. He relaxed immediately, raising an eyebrow in feign curiousity, "Well it was a little chilly outside, I'm not exactly dressed perfectly for the weather." He guestured down at his clothes. True, he wore a scarf tight around his neck, but other than that the only marginally weather-proof item was his button-emblazoned jacket. To be fair, he was pretty well dressed for a guy who'd snuck out of his home with matches at hand.

"I'm Jasper Whitlock," he smiled, rather sure that people wouldn't know him by his last name if indeed they did recognise him. Then, he could simply pass off as a lookalike. Hopefully. But there was no reason to fret, in this child's lifetime at least, he couldn't have heard much about theCullen family. Besides, who remembered them anyway? ....Besides the wolves.

His smirk more defined as he moved the matches a little more out of reach, Jasper nodded towards the book he had placed back on the shelf. "No, I've waited a little too long to have a reason to get out of there," he sighed loftily, exhaling a breath he had found necessary to take in this game of charades, "But see, how would I look if I just gave you the matches, Iacob? I should feel a little responsible for any fires you start or indeed damage you cause?"

[Iacob Roux]

Iacob dismissed the horrified look on Jaspers' face as he gazed at the matches. He really wanted them, he craved those matches. He pouted, shaking his head, as if denying his teasing ways.
"Jasper Whitlock?" He questioned, enjoying the sound of it rolling off his tongue.
"Try saying that five times fast." He said, a smile blooming on his face as the stranger started to open up to him. He really hoped that this man would become an acquaintance, if not more. He seemed to be a rather fun guy to be around. At least once you open up to him.
"Good." Iacob said, the goofy smile still placed on his face. "I need company, I've been needing a good talk."
He paused, making a face as Jasper held the matches out of his reach even more.
"I'll jump on you if you don't give those to me," Iacob warned, eyes on the matches now. "But I won't do anything bad I'll just. Um, well." Iacob stopped, shifting as he thought of a reasonable excuse to be given the matches.
"I get violent when I don't have matches?" He offered, a honest lie that seeped out of his mouth into the air. "Alright, I just want them... Really bad."

[Jasper Hale]

The corner of his lip lifting in an amused smile, Jasper pressed two pale fingers to his temples - resting his elbow upon a lower shelf. This 'staying out of the limelight' stuff, it wasn't that difficult. He just had to focus on something different. Something other than the sweet beat of the pulse through the veins of that hand he had held. Something other than how those same veins had been so perfect beneath the thin cell-layer of Iacob's skin.

...He needed help.

No. He had had help. His family had supported him throughout, and indeed they still were. Alice in particular had watched him carefully, so that even when it drove him mad and insane, he knew it was for the best. They only cared about him, afterall. He could imagine perfectly about what Alice was going to say to him after he arrived home later that night. She'd know of course if he failed to contain himself. She'd know the outcome. Though perhaps she already knew. Most liekly, but his decision's could change. He could leave now without any damage caused whatsoever, but of course, he didn't function quite that way. The temptation was already here, and it would take a little work to pull himself away.

"Oh, and Iacob Roux is any better?" he teased, toussling honey-blond hair with a pale hand as he stretched a little, casually, in affect holding the boxes higher. He rose a thin eyebrow, pursing his lips slightly at the excuse given. "But you didn't answer my question, what are you intending to do with the matches? At a most I presume to light firewood," he smirked softly, obviously not fooled by Iacob's ploy. His excuse though, at least seemed slightly plausiable.

Content, Jasper dropped a single match into Iacob's palm, his head cocked slightly to one side. "Violent? Oh, spare me, how have you survived this long?" he toyed, crossing both arms across his chest; tucking the boxes neatly beneath his elbow as he remained put. Jump on him? Hrm, well he could try.

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[Iacob Roux]

Iacob tilted his head back, staring at Jasper through the slits in his eyes. It was odd, meeting someone online and then begging for matches just seconds later. He pursed his lips, leaning to the side with a slight smile as Jasper teased him back.
"Oh, just a little better." He replied easily, leaning forward as he stretched he raised onto his toes and whined angrily. "You're just here to tease me, aren't you?" He murmured his eyes rolling to the ceiling.
"I'd light...something like that." Iacob said, a wicked smile appearing on his face as Jasper slid a match into his hands. He fumbled the match, inhaling the slight scent of sulfur that lingered on it. "I love you." He said, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth he fingered the match easily and twirled it around his index finger. His eyes were glued to the red tip, as if waiting for it to become a fiery light under his gaze.
Iacob lifted his head away from the match, shrugging in answer to Jaspers' toying comment.
"Eh, I guess I'll spare you." He mumbled. His hand coming out to rub the slight stubble that was scattered along his chin.
"Well, can we go outside?" He asked, looking around at the books. "I really don't want to be put into jail just for vandalizing the damned library. I mean, one or two books would be fine... But the whole damned thing? Hah."



(my post be short. XD I APOLOGIZEE)

[Jasper Hale]

"Mhmm, that's my job," he smirked in slight as he watched the boy balance on tiptoe, still earnestly trying to reach the matches. "But I don't call this teasing, the way I see it, I'm being excruciatingly fair." Jasper's voice was quiet, though forfilled with his sheer mirf at the situation. It had been a long time since he'd focused on something other than his own unsatified cravings.

Shrugging his shoulders heftily, the male stashed the boxes back into the pockets of his military-styled jacket; keeping his hand over them, possessively whilst he re-adjusted the scarf around his neck. It was probably safer he held onto those, unless he wanted a court case on his hands for supplying a teenager with destructive material. Matches. Destructive? God help the people of Forks.

Vandalising the library? Boy was this kid crazy or what? Both thin eyebrows raised in small surprise, before he strode past Iacob a few paces. "You're going to kill us both, aren't you?" he sighed, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth at his inward joke. "Better hurry up with it then, if you love me," he chuckled gently, tapping his pocket once as he carried on back towards the exit. This was perfect, no witnesses...