#jasminepara

"Oh. What a coincidence for you then." He didn't believe that. But he wasn't going to contest it, for now. Making a face, his brows knit together briefly as he observed this stranger. Watching her closely for the next couple of moments and trying to get a profile of her character to manipulate in some way. As the Leader of Hydra, he was sure plenty of others would have wished to get him as she had. Or stop him in some way. Though he could not just let that happen. Neither could those stupid enough to keep joining Hydra. Letting out an exhausted sigh, Helmut continued to wait quietly.

Only to feel the temperature in the room change drastically. So drastically in fact it was clearly unnatural. Sweating then, he reached up to tug at his mask, trying to get some air under it in the pockets that weren't melted into his face. With her question he gave his full attention "Teresa Loren?" He repeated, thinking back. He had in fact no idea who that person was "Why does it matter? We've killed all kinds of people. One irrelevant woman means nothing to us." He replied.

James was in his bathroom staring the supernatural like bite wound on his shoulder when a knock came to his apartment door. Adjusting his shirt back onto his right shoulder he moved to go toward the front of his apartment. Though by the time he had reached the door whoever had knocked had left. Hearing them walking away he peaked his head out of the door for a moment, narrowing his eyes as he calculated their exact position based on the sound of their walking, echoing off the enclosed space.

It was a neighbor, he concluded when the walking had paused. He listened even more carefully, figuring out which part of the apartment building they were in. Finding the exact living space. Though he was then distracted by the plate of treats "Oh. Cookies." Kneeling down he grabbed them up and sniffed at them, they smelled normal enough. So he turned and walked back into his apartment once more, thinking nothing of it "Probably a ..ah...House warming present?" He thought it was a little too late for that.

Closing his apartment door then he walked over to the kitchen and set the treats down on the counter before moving to go back to what he was doing. He was mostly interested in why the serum coursing through his veins hadn't seemed to be working in completely healing the bite wound he had received from the very odd oversized wolf that had bit him "Mangy thing must have got me worse than I thought it did." He reasoned, rubbing his sore shoulder some more and moving on with the rest of his chores for the day. He had to keep his mind distracted.

James was trying to conform to this whole pardon bullshit and that, but there was nothing to do and he didn't feel like apologizing. Lying to his therapist about all apologize "Fuck those people. If they deserved I sorry, I'd give it to them." But they didn't. Those people weren't his problem. Moving over toward the window he looked out of it, pulling up the note he had snagged from the treats when he brought them in, he began opening it. Glancing it over with a curious, raised eyebrow "Okay. I may be into some crazy shit these days. But I do not have time for vampires, werewolves, or creatures of the deep. My neighbors insane." He tossed the note away.

Violet was feeling a little happier - which was certainly unusual. She just seemed in a perkier mood. Maybe because the house just seemed.. well, not lively, but things were finally looking up. The partial freedom was definitely not rejected - by anyone. The awkward feeling of wanting to dance came over her, and she had no idea why. Too bad Tate wasn't around to take her on another adventure. ''Violet..'' she muttered to herself, ''are you on drugs or something?''