Anyways, would you like to start?

First I kinda wanna know if they live in a rural or urban area?

Its a smaller city

Okay, cool.


"Is that your car?" asked the girl at the 7-Eleven checkout counter(assuming they had a 7-Eleven). "The shiny black one?"

Alex nodded as he put a Big Gulp coffee down in front of her.
"Cool," breathed the girl, gazing out at the car. It was a Porche Carrera, and the sunshine was glistening off it like liquid onyx. "We don't see cars like that very often."
No, I bet you don't, thought Alex, trying to remember where here was.
"Pump three," he told her.
The girl smiled at him, widening her brown eyes as she rang up his coffee and the gas. "So, are you new in town?" she asked. 'Melody', said her name tag. She was almost as tall as he was--which wasn't that tall; he was just over five eleven--and her brown hair had been ironed so straight that you could get a paper cut from it.
After-school job, he thought, pulling out his wallet. Sixteen or so. She probably goes to that giant high school that I passed outside of town.
The thought irritated and amused him in equal measure. He had only seen high school on TV: jocks in their letterman jackets, cheerleaders jumping around the field, couples hanging on to each other at the senior prom. It was another world, one so stupidly innocent that it was frightening.

The door to the shop opens, and in walks a teenage girl, along with a few others who are presumably her friends. Its very obvious this girl is the leader of the group, and yet she stays dead silent as her friends chat away. She has a very calm, languid way of walking, like how a cat might walk if it was anthropomorphized.

"Nah, just passing through," he said. He handed her a couple of twenties as he glanced at the group of girls that had just came in.
Melody's face fell. "Oh. I was just wondering if you'd be going to our high school...but I guess you're sort of old for that. What are you--twenty-one or something?"
"Or something," he said with a slight grin. He was actually eighteen, but she was right in a way. In all the ways that mattered, he was old.
She took her time getting his change. "How long are you here for? Because, you know, if you're looking for something to do or maybe someone to show you around--"
There was a beeping sound from his jeans pocket as his cell phone announced a text. Alex's heart leaped. Turning away slightly, he pulled the phone out and flipped it open.
ENEMY SIGHTED, ASPEN, CO, RESIDENCE, 1124 TYLER ST.
Yes! Immediately, Alex felt the fierce buzz sweep over him that he always got when there'd been a sighting. Finally! It had been over a week; he'd been going insane. Putting his phone back in his pocket, he smiled at Melody. Why not? He'd never see her again, anyway. He glanced again at the girls, finding them stereotypical except for what seemed to be their leader.

None of the chatty girls are paying him any attention. However, he catches their leader give him a long glance. Her eyes are a bit... weird. Theyre dark, and colorless. Which is natural, but still weird.

(What time of the year is it? In the rp?)


He found it weird, though. Even his eyes didn't look like that.
"Maybe next time," he said, picking up his coffee. "Thanks, though."
"Sure," she said, trying to smile back. "Well...have a good trip."

(Late fall)


Shortly after, the group of girls head to the counter, the strange-eyed tall girl in the lead. Theyve got some various, mostly innocuous stuff. None of it seems important enough to bother paying attention to.

(Okay)


As Alex pushed open the swinging door, the too-cold air conditioning abruptly gave way to a flat, burning September. He slid into the Porsche. It was low to the ground, and its black leather seats wrapped around him in a dark embrace. It was comfortable as heck, actually, which was good, since he practically lived in it. ASPEN, he punched into the GPS. Estimated time of arrival...that wasn't that long away.