[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/260ef12bc72f6be39cbeb8b8bbb580cf/tumblr_mh3xf88TFW1rkfvjso4_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: 515 Longview Street, Carrollton, Georgia[/center][hr][hr][color=00ff00]"Yeah, squiahl meat...It's like...like chipmunk meat, but not..."[/color] Jack explained, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. He grinned as she took a bite, nodding at her thanks. He took a seat opposite her at the table, keeping his hands on the wood, his fingers spread out. It was an old trick he'd learned as a cop in order to get someone to be more comfortable--hopefully, it'd keep Tatiana feeling safer, as his hands weren't anywhere near his weapons. 

He bit into the peach slice he took, closing his eyes and humming slightly. It was the food of the gods to him. So sweet, slightly damp, and as his mother would have reminded him, likely low in calories. Opening his eyes, he watched Tatiana as she picked away at her food, and he continued to eat some of the squirrel meat. He did so sparingly, uncertain as to when or where his next meal would be coming from. 

Glancing up at her question, Jack couldn't help but grin wider at her smile. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful it was, and how kind. It was either that or he was imagining things, but he didn't care. [color=00ff00]"I was a cop,"[/color] Jack explained. [color=00ff00]"Worked the Chicago beat, nothin' too fancy. And you...let me guess....a writah? Fantasy stories maybe?"[/color]

While he did hope she'd feel comfortable enough to open up to him, he didn't want to pressure her into it. He couldn't help but feel that she was a fragile piece of china, ready to break at any moment. Of course, he knew that it couldn't have been the case--no one weak, as far as he was aware, could've survived this long. 

[color=00ff00]"I was in Vice--stopped pimps and the like. Took caahe of some real nasty sons of bitches,"[/color] Jack finished, chuckling a bit.