Robert started out of a dead sleep, panting slightly. He'd had the dream again - the one where the love of his life had been brutally murdered because of him. He should have died with her, but he didn't. 'Instead I get all of... this..' he thought grimly to himself, looking around his rather bare room.

It was pretty spartan in design, unlike his living room and kitchen, only holding things that were completely necessary. Two dressers. One closet filled with an assortment of heavy winter coats, gloves, hats, and shoes. And on the headboard of his rather plain bed, designed to provide a sleeping space more comfortable than sleeping on gravel, hung two large knives, known to those who knew their weapons as kunai. Unlike kunai on shows like Naruto, Robert's kunai had blades as long as his forearm, with many wicked curves, making it look more like a stylized knife in all actuality.

He sighed, rubbing his face vigorously before getting out of bed and throwing on a pair of worn blue jeans and an equally old sweatshirt. He sighed again then, yanked the sweater off and hooked his kunai up to his midsection in sheaths that rested against the sides of his ribs.

When he was completely dressed he exited his apartment, giving a greeting to his unfriendly neighbor before heading downstairs to head into town to go to work. 'Can't believe I gotta carry these things to the office...' he thought with a sigh as he did every day. Didn't seem fair that he had to move crates all day with the sheaths digging into his hips while getting midly overheated because he couldn't take off his damn sweater.

J.R. sighed again, his breath coming out in a big puff of white before he continued on his decidedly un-merry way. 'And to think.. I used to be a freaking spy..'

It didn't matter where she went did it? There was always someone who wanted to play. Always someone that wanted her head. But she didn't want to play, she never wanted to play, it wasn't her thing. She just wanted to live the life she had been given back. If anything she wanted to kill the man who raped her. She wanted to make sure he knew what he had done. She wanted justice..just like anyone else...or at least she hoped.

It was her time to travel, her time to explore the world. She had never been able to do it before becaus she had been so wrapped up in her life that she never had time for silly things like traveling. And now she was in Russia, one of the many places she had put on her list. Except Russia wasn't very fun was it? No. Because there were still people who wanted to play. She didn't want to fucking play. But she couldn't think of any other way to get out of it. Maybe her best bet would be to suck it up and defend herself if she wanted to keep breathing. Although she wasn't about to start carrying around katanas.

Selene leaned against the stone facade of an ancient building blotting a running bloody nose. She really did have to watch it didn't she? A tear slid down her cheek only adding to the pitiful state she was in. She looked like a little mouse begging for life. But after taking a deep breath and with her hand still pressed to her nose she started walking down the sidewalk only to be thrust into the body of another person. She staggered back, looking up, to see a man standing not five feet in front of her. "Im..so..sorry.." Her eyes cut into his, she didn't know what to do anymore, she didn't know who wanted to kill her, she didn't know......she didn't want to know.

J.R. grunted a bit when he accidentally ran into someone. He could feel a slight buzzing in the back of his mind, but didn't think anything of it. Now, however, he was forced to think something of it.

"Im..so..sorry.."

"It's alright, it was probably my fault anyway," he said with a lopsided grin. Robert frowned slightly then in a concerned manner, taking in her hand against her nose. "Are you all right? Didn't hurt you did I?"

Selene let in a loud sniff when she looked up at the man. She was trying to ignore the constant buzzing, it was starting to getting annoying. But she knew what it was. She knew what she had to look out for. She knew..she just knew. It was her body's way of telling her that maybe..she needed to stay away from whoever he was. He could push her into an alley and behead her..he could..and she didn't know if she was going to fight.

When he spoke, she immediatly was pulled out of her zone. Maybe he was just an average man..worried about her wellbeing. They had just bumped into each other..it was only poliet. Plus..it was comforting to know that she had found someone that could speak english..for they were few and far between in this country as she had found out.

She pulled her hand away from her nose acknowleging her bloody nose. On her hand was a mixture of wet and dry blood running down into her palm ."Oh...no...its....I....Im sorry." It was just best if she got herself out of this situation...she had to get away..there was someone who wanted to see her head roll and she didn't know if it was him.

Robert rubbed the back of his head, slightly puzzled. She protested she was ok, and yet she had a bloody nose. He glanced around sharply, wondering if her seemingly shy personality was out of fear of someone who could have also given her the bloody nose.

"Are you hiding from someone? If someone hurt you, you can tell me, all right? I might not look like much but I can play the hero from time to time," he said with a wry smile, trying to get her to relax a bit. "You can come with me to my work and get cleaned up in the bathroom, at least," he offered, wondering if she'd take him up on that at least. Always helped him feel better to get cleaned up, at least.

Selene didn't know what to think. She wanted to trust the man, she really wanted to. He was a stranger, but right now anyone that wanted to help her, anyone that would be able to protect her from whoever was chasing her, she needed. She needed to dissapear. She wanted to hide from everything. Her eyes shifted violently from side to side, down the bleak sidewalk. Her breathe coming out in eratic, angry white puffs. She was dressed in a white turtle neck sweater and a pair of tight fighting jeans. She didn't like the cold, hated it in fact, but she was here, in Russia for the sake of traveling. She didn't know if she liked it very much now.

"I..." She swallowed hard, instantly scanning the streets again. He was damn right she was trying to hide from someone. She just didn't know who. But she knew that anywhere else away from the streets would be better. Her doe eyes moved back to the comforting face of the man in front of her. With a vigorous nod of her head, she moved in closer to him, infering that she would take him up on his offer. Hopefully didn't work in an abandoned alley way.

Robert smiled in a friendly way, not wanting to frighten the girl even more than she seemed to be already. He shrugged off his coat and put it over her shoulders. "I've lived here for years, but you seem underdressed," was the explanation he gave with a shrug. It wasn't a particularily windy day, so he'd do fine in his sweater over the tshirt combination.

"I work just a block or so away. Stopped paying attention to distance a while back," he said with a shrug. "Best damn shipping company in town they say. I personally don't see what's so great about it - though that could be because I move one package from one place to the another about a hundred times every day..." He shook his head slightly. "So, what brings you to this winter wonderland? If you don't mind my asking, that is," he added a moment later.

She had to say that when she felt the coat enclose her body in its warmth, she was more on the way of feeling safe. It was still wierd for her. The buzzing, it was still there, what was she doing? Trusting a man, who was in fact much bigger than herself. She didn't have a good history with trusting men, in fact she had met many that had caused her to think like that. Only a block away, good thing it wasn't that far away. She wasn't sure how much longer she wanted to be outside. Her eyes travelled across his face as he spoke.

What brought her here? Curiosity, was the safetest plea. "No I don't. Well..I just...I had something happen to me a while back, and decieded that it was time I do some travelling." It hadn't turned out as well as she thought had it? Here she was being taken in by a complete stranger, in a country she knew nothing about. What she would give to be on the beach of some tropical island right now.

"Ah, I see. So you died and decided to make up for your first life in your second?" he asked, figuring it was time to just acknowledge the buzzing. "Makes sense. Though putting Russia on your list sort of baffles me," he admitted. "I myself came here during the war because it seemed like a good idea at the time."

"This is it," he said, holding the door open for her. "Bathrooms down the hall that way. I eh..." he ran a hand through his hair. "Do you have a place to stay? I can take the day off and help you find one if you don't already have someplace to go," he offered with a shrug. "Or I could just buzz off," he added with a grin.

Selene was kind of lost for words at the moment, she knew this man had to like her but she wasn't planning on aknowledging it any time soon. She just looked up at him, and gave him a sheepish smile. He was dead right, she had decieded it was time for the second chance, and she was going to make the most of it, but it didn't seem like right now did it? She was being hunted. And she worried that she was going to wind up doing some hunting of her own if she wasn't careful. Why Russia? It was one of those countries that no one thought of, but would be facinating it its own way.

When the door was help open for her, she moved over the threshold and stepped to the side to wait for him to point her in a direction. Finally a warm place to be in, she was getting sick and tired of this cold. Russia in the winter, was maybe not the brightest idea in the world. She was about to walk in the direction the bathroom so she could clean herself up when he spoke of looking for somewhere to stay. She hadn't even thought about that. She had no where to stay.

"No..actually...I don't have anywhere to stay." She only had a limited amount of money in her pocket and a hotel room would only last her so long. And she didn't know if she could be getting back to America anytime soon, she was pretty much stuck here, which sucked majorly.

"Well then," Rob decided. "You can stay with me if you need to. I have an extra room and everything. Might not be well decorated, but it's free. Besides," he said with a shrug, "Immortals should stick together, in my opinion. Makes things a hell of a lot easier to deal with."

"Though it's alright if you're uncomfortable..." he said, realizing he was probably throwing too much at her too soon. "I promise though I won't go head hunting while you're in town. Not that I go head hunting a lot..." he amended with a small, thoughtful frown.

Selene hadn't really been expecting it, but it was a good suprise, or so she thought. She still had her qualms about trusting the guy. It did seem wierd to her that she had just met him not ten minutes ago and now he was inviting her to stay with him. The offer seemed nice, it was nice. But how could she be so sure that he wasn't going to behead her in her sleep? She didn't know that. She needed something to occupy her attentions right now. She didn't want to think about it right now, it was something she would seriously have to sit down and think about. She lifted her pointer finger and opened her mouth in a circle. "I think Im going to go clean up" She pointed in the direction of the bathroom and started on her way. Before she knew it she was pushing through the door. She found herself looking at her reflection. Gosh she looked like hell twice over.


She ran her hands under the water from the sink as she continued to examine her reflection. She didn't know what to think anymore. This was all, it was just alien to her. She had excepted she was dead, that was out of the way. But now she had to play a damn game. She knew the rules, she had been taught some fine rules. She just couldn't find the right motivation to go out and roll heads. She was going to stay in this bathroom for as long as it took to convince herself of a decision upon this man. Hell she didn't even know his name. For all she knew, he could work for a bunch of 'immortals' who wanted to take advantage of clueless women like herself. Sick.

Selene pressed a wet paper towel to her bloody nostril. It wasn't a pretty sight, because she could now see a bruise appearing just under her eye, in proximity to her nose. Just fucking lovely.

Robert raised an eyebrow as the girl took off, before shrugging. He supposed the fact that he couldn't stand seeing a girl in trouble could make him seem creepy, but it didn't bother him to be seen that way. He turned and sat down on one of the chairs, waving a hello to one of the tellers some ways away. He had maybe ten more minutes before he'd have to clock in, but he'd probably be late anyway even though he was right there. Robert grinned, knowing his manager would have a fit if he knew that Rob was once again dawdling in the lobby when he was supposed to be clocking in.

J.R. grabbed a magazine and started flipping through the pages, wondering why the place even had them. He also wondered about the girl - he doubted the nosebleed was random, but wouldn't bother her about it if she didn't want to speak on it.

Alright so maybe taking the offerings of a seemingly good samaritan, wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe she was reading too much into this. She had done that before and she wanted to stop. Just live life by the moment, and not thinking about what might happen. She continued to blot her nose for a few more minutes examining her reflection in the mirror before she threw the bloodied paper towel in the alotted trash can. She just needed to get her act together. Take a chance. Take a walk on the wild side. It was about time. She took a deep intake of air before she turned on her heel and pushed back through the door of the bathroom.

Selene stepped back out into the lobby with her nose cleaned up and her hair somewhat less tangled and messed up. She stopped in front of him, with a light smile on her face. She sniffed lightly to get his attention before placing a hand on her hip. "I accept" Here she was, taking a chance, being brave and trusting someone maybe she shouldn't even in the first place.

J.R. looked up when he heard a sniffing sound, to see the girl before him, looking much better than before. 'She cleans up nice..' he thought, before shoving the notion away. He felt guilty for a moment, as he usually did whenever he noticed anyone looking attractive since Mia had been murdered all those years ago.

Robert blinked realizing the girl had said something, then grinned. "Awesome," he said simply, closing the magazine he'd been paging through. He stood up and tossed it back on his seat. "Did you want me to show you the place now, or wait until later? Because I can take the day off," he said, shrugging.

"Oh, I'm Robert, but people call me J.R.," he said, holding out a hand to shake hers.

Selene realized that this must be some sort of an imposition on him, even if he was the one who suggested the notion in the first place. In the back of her mind, she thought that doing this was just going to be another poor decision of hers. She didn't know what the future was going to hold, all she knew was that there was an increasingly annoying buzzing at the base of her head. She knew it could be trouble in the long run, but right now she was just going to live in the moment. She placed a delicate hand on her hip as a nervous reflex. She was clearly improvising.

"Well, if you're busy...I suppose I could come back later." They were in this office like building for a reason were they not? Had he just walked here because he felt like it? And what if he didn't show up to his work without saying anything? She was itrigued at his agenda. But she just gave him her smile. The smile she had practiced since she had woken up the day after she died. It was a smile that didn't betray much of any emotion. It was just a pleasent adornment upon her face.

The brunette looked down to see a hand being held out to her and she eyed it for a moment before she ventured to move. And when she did, she slid the hand formally on her hip into his and shoke it softly. "Im Selene" Names would help first if he was going to be showing her his place. It would more than awkward if they had to use pleasentries just to get around the place.