Landon Hightower

"Kind." he repeated, watching the man. "I’m not surprised, you’re one of the rare few here that doesn’t demand sex or fighting the moment you meet somebody." Colin said, with a shrug of his shoulders and a small laugh. "Really?" Listening as he spoke, Colin couldn’t help but grin "Way to put yourself down." He joked, nodding, "Don’t worry, I understand, it was just a simple slip of the tongue." Colin couldn’t deny that the man talked a lot, but it was refreshing from the usual moody and or needy teenagers he’d previously encountered. "I’m glad, I can’t do anything for the smell, and I refuse to get any form of a fake tan or foundation to remedy my issue with the skin."

Biting his lip to keep himself from laughing slightly, Landon said, "Was raised a bit differently to some of the folk here, I suppose." He gestured to Colin. "You seem to be one the rare few too." Pointing at himself, he retorted with a grin, "What can I say? Self-deprecation always seems to be right way to go. Besides, it's kind of true." Landon shrugged a little bit before frowning teasingly. "The smell? What do you mean, the smell? Are you talking about the awesome deodorant that's radiating off you?" He leaned forward towards Colin as if inspecting his skin close up before pulling back and returning to his seat. "Nah, sorry dude, I'm afraid you wouldn't need it anyway. Your skin is better than mine, and I have Shadowhunter genes in me." This was the best way Landon knew to cheer someone up, and he knew that Colin needed something like that.

Suddenly remember she hasn’t said her name yet, she holds up her hand to shut him for a moment, “I’m Cassidy, by the way.” she smiled before resuming their small talk. “And Cassidy, could be selfish sometimes.” she laughs. “Well, I don’t really have a choice, do I? I’m stuck being like this,” she gestures to herself. “Besides, it’s probably because you hadn’t seen me destroy myself, it was horrible,” she widens her eyes at him cheekily.

"Cassidy?" Landon repeated. He shook his head with a small smile. "Anyone can be selfish but it takes a good person to not be selfish all the time." He looked at the window while she continued to talk, not because he was bored but because the weather was changing. Ah, New York, New York. Landon turned back to her and his smiled deepened. "That being isn't that bad, though. You get superior smell and you get to turn into a wolf once a month." He shifted in his seat, leaning forward to rest his head on his hands. "I'm sure you weren't in the right headspace," he conceded sympathetically.

"You’ve wondered what it’s be like to be sliced? So, technically speaking, if I got myself sliced into halves, you’ll feel my pain?"

"This conversation got really confusing really fast, didn't it?"

She looked up when she heard the door open and someone enter the room. The young man with dirty blonde hair sat down and looked around as if he was waiting for something, someone. Curious and sociable as always, she stood up and walked towards the chair opposite of the boy she hadn’t met yet and sat down. She set the book in her hand down on the table and returned his greeting. “Hi.” She said. “Did you know Shadowhunters say that their glamour is a power granted to them by Raziel?” Genevieve asked with an eyebrow raised. “Among the fey it’s believed that centuries back they stole it from us though.”

Her immediate start to conversation surprised Landon a bit but this was what he'd come to the library for. Socialising, and if the girl wanted to initiate it, all the more better. "I did know that, actually," he answered with a smile. "And of course the fey think they had it first, they like to be the first in everything," he teased. Landon offered his hand to her. "Landon," he greeted. "Landon Hightower. Shadowhunter." Usually an introduction would be first for a conversation with the Shadowhunter but if the girl insisted on chatting, Landon wouldn't stop her.

"Damn, I was quite positive I was headed for my goal—but I guess, that means I won’t have my body sliced into halves. Thank the angels for that."

"It's a pity, I've always wondered what it'd be like to be sliced into pieces. I guess I'll have to wait for that to be crossed off, though."

Swallowing, she agrees with him, “Exactly! but do’t you think it’s ridiculous for me?” she asked honestly curious about his given answer. “Well, it’s both, really—I’m interested in steles, and I want to know everything. how selfish of me, aren’t I?” she feigned a guffaw. “But to be honest, I’m not really fond of reading—I’ve spent most of my childhood doing nothing but read and read and read academical books.”

"No!" Landon said with a sympathetic smile. "You're definitely not selfish at all. I think it's honorable, most people in your situation would either disregard their heritage and completely run away from it or try to get back to it and destroy themselves in the process. You're not doing either, you're embracing your new form while still trying to keep a little bit of the past." He blushed a little at his words. He didn't mean to go that far compliment-wise. Landon nodded at her last words. "I know what you mean. My parents taught me all I know and a lot of it came from history books."

Finally Colin gave the man his full attention raising his head to stare. “You’re too kind.” He said, smiling lightly. “Second, hmn? There’s plenty around, so you must be newer than I am.” Colin replied, before looking back to the book, “This thing? No, never. Distracted pick indeed.” He replied cooly. After a pause, he tilted his hand, “How did you know I was a Vampire, may I ask? Is the pale skin that obvious? Or is it the smell?”

"Kind?" Landon repeated with a grin. "I've been called something like that before, so thank you." He shook his head. "Nah, been here for a while actually, but I'm usually moping or training by myself or hanging out in my room." He winced a bit. "Moping's probably too strong a word, though. Maybe disinterested in what's going on when a certain someone isn't here." Landon took a breath. "Anyway, to answer your question, it's more an intuition but I have been known to be wrong before. Lucky, I was right this time." His grin reappeared. "So, you've got nothing to worry about smelling wise and your skin is fine."

"Well, I haven’t killed someone, yet. Aside from a few demons, of course. They’re given automatic death."

"Okay, so both pluses. You've never killed an actual person and you've killed demons which are good things. If you're looking to be evil, you're doing the wrong things."

"Huh? Hmn? What was that?" Colin said, suddenly having his attention ripped away from the book by the young man. "Landon you said? I’m Colin." he said, tone low and quiet he lowered the book slightly as he extended his right arm for a handshake, "It’s a pleasure."

He watched as Colin stared at the front cover of the book he'd picked up who flicked it open to the first page. "Pleasure's all mine," Landon said with a small smile. "You're the second vampire I've met in the Institute so far so that's pretty cool." He gestured to the book. "You read that before or was it a distracted pick up?"

Laughing at his witty remark, she cocks her head to side, impressed that someone could still drop amusing jokes in this serious as hell institute. Which is somewhat ironic since the institute is filled with different kinds of specie—wouldn’t that make things interesting, right? But no, most of them are sticks-in-the-mud. She was just lucky she got to meet a few interesting ones. “It’s either I’m really interested in steles, or maybe I just like to know everything,” she responded.

Ah, the awesome sound of someone laughing at his jokes. "I think I'm gonna go with both. You're really interested in steles so you want to know everything about them. It makes sense, though." Landon shrugged with a smile. "You grew up with steles but now have no use for them." His smile turned into a frown. "That's kind of morbid actually, I apologise." Flicking his eyes down to the book, he added, "I like these types of books, though. The interesting ones rather than the history ones."

Slipping inside the library, she took several books from a number of old and tall shelves about steeles in her arms and settled herself at a random table. She’s only noticed someone was at the table when her presence was acknowledge. Dropping the books in a loud thud, she gathered them in a pile before flashing the familiar face a smile, “Hey, you.”

Landon finally looked at her, and flashed a grin when he recognized her. "Hi," he said again. Now, he wasn't even sure if they'd told each their names. "I'm Landon, in case we didn't introduce ourselves last time." He reached over and grabbed one of the books. "Why are you looking at stele books?" he asked, completely oblivious to the fact that the answer could be close to her heart. "Or are you just someone who likes to know everything?" He was joking, and hoped she could tell.

Gazing about the room, Colin ran a hand through his hair. He’d never felt so… Anxious before. All the tables were taken and the man let out a sigh, finally making his way to the bookshelves. He picked up a book that perked his interests, hoping to whatever god was out there that it’d take him away from his thoughts. He looked once more to tables and finally sat at the closest one, a man sat across from him. He lowered his head and gazed at the book before the man suddenly greeted him. His head shot up and he eyed the man, “H-Hi.”

"Landon," he said eventually, offering his hand with a smile. "Landon Hightower."

"Already following behind you."