“Yep it’s a ‘curse’, you had it right babe...” Vin’s nonchalant manner ceased as his eyes widened for a moment, surprising even himself. “Eh...I mean not ‘babe’, [i]wow[/i], where did that come from…?” He whispered, a sheepish smile spreading across his face which quickly faded.

Vincent leaned against the bars that separated both he and Jennifer, and found himself watching her pace back and forth in the cell, wishing he could be in there with her. His own desires aside, he saw a woman who didn’t deserve any of this, no matter how fucked up a lifestyle she may have lead. The mention of Nate also made him realize that the poor bastard was still out there, probably waiting for them both, or worse...dead.

“No one deserves this shit. No one…” He mumbled to himself, looking up at Jennifer with a grim expression. “I wish I knew what was going on here, and honestly, I don’t even know why my…[i]curse[/i]...hasn’t lashed out at anything, especially when it really needed to back in the parking garage.” 

Vincent didn't notice just how tightly he was gripping the bars as he spoke, causing his knuckles to whiten. “I wanted to kill that asshole who attacked us, to see the fear in his eyes as these [i]things[/i] did their worst, to see his body torn to shreds. All I could fucking think about was him hurting you, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it…”

He closed his eyes for a moment to refocus, and leaned back against the wall again, taking a few deep breaths. 

“Well, I suppose one of us could fake an emergency?” Vin said, folding his arms across his chest and nodding in approval of his own plan. 

“So JJ, how’s your acting skills?”

[@Xandrya]