[Following his gaze to the diner, she stopped walking suddenly to hone in on the conversations for a moment. Committing the voices she heard to memory and growing bored with the lack of interesting chitchat, she turned back to look at him, an amused smirk gracing her face. This man was clever. She liked it. But was he playing along, or was he convinced she was a vampire? He might’ve been a storybook character brought to life, but that didn’t mean he was aware of all the anomalies of the world. She’d have to figure it out later.] Mm, sounds as delicious as it looks. I’ll have to give it a try. See if it can sustain my insatiable appetite.
Where to next?
I thought you’d need a moment to truly drink in all the wonders of Storybrooke. [He redirected their route, towards the main part of town that held the mayor’s office. The Queen was always the talk of the town, in some ways Hook felt like he knew the woman in ways others didn’t due to the time he spent with Cora. Breaking out of his reverie he held up his hooked hand to point to the drab white building] And that’s where our Queen sits on her throne. Though the more apt term is mayor, I don’t think she’s aware of that given that she runs this town like a tyrant.
Good. [She smirked; she hadn’t been expecting a “no.” In her presence, men seemed to forget the option even existed. And it wasn’t just because she could compel them to comply.] Sleepy, mm? That sounds like a challenge. Guess I’ll have to wake it up. [Turning on her heel, she started walking, silently commanding him to follow and catch up for the tour.]
[Hook watched her intently, she had a sort of confidence that definitely wasn’t for show. She clearly loved herself, it was utter arrogance but when pulled off so masterfully it was more a pro than a con. He gave it a moment before he walked after her, glancing around at their surroundings] That building over there? Granny’s diner. It’s where most of the town tend to congregate, perfect if you’re looking for a.. Bite.
Well, Hook, I’m afraid I must be off. I’ve got some exploring to do. Unless you’d be so kind as to give pure little Katherine the grand tour? [She bats her eyelashes at him, her features twisting into as innocent a look as she can manage, though the devilish glint in her eyes remains.]
I wouldn’t say no to that, [He said, true he had a mission to fulfil but a premature execution would surely end in a fruitless venture. Plus, there wasn’t many here who sparked his interest in the manner she did; aside from Swan — but after their troll encounter, she wasn’t highly ranked in his good books] Though I must advise you to banish any allusions of graduer you might have, this truly is a sleepy little town.
Isn’t irony just a jolly little thing, Hook? [A light snicker left her lips, her dark eyes boring into his blue ones in a wicked smile.]
[Her little play on words wasn’t lost on him, an eyebrow being raised in her direction]
Some might say.
Hm. Killian. [She tests it, rolling it off her tongue with a smirk.] Not a name you hear everyday. I like it. Very sexy. But I do have a thing for pet names, and Hook suffices quite nicely.
Vulture sounds so… uncouth. I prefer shark. Bloodsucker. Vampire. Femme fatale, even. But if none of the above is to your liking, you can call me Katherine.
Hook it is, love.
Katherine, from the name Katerina. It means pure, if I’m recalling my latin correctly. [Something indicated to him that she was anything but what her name would imply] Hardly seems fitting for a vampire.
Mmm, a soldier. That’s cute. [She spoke with an almost flirty glint in her eyes to match the smirk gracing her delicate features. The man in front of her was not how she had pictured the infamous man in the tales. This one was much more pleasing to look at.] So you decided to take a page out of a certain pirate’s book, then? Clever. [Katherine could’ve giggled at herself, but she refrained. She was completely aware of his eyes on her as she slowly walked around him; it was a typical response from males when they were near her. Turning on her heel, she moved to face him completely again, one of her hands reaching up to push her dark curls back.] Well, that’s certainly one way my visit could go. [Katherine would much rather suck the life out of the town. And she probably would. Placing her hands on her hips, she neared him.] Do you have a name, soldier? Or should I just call you Hook? [Katherine really amused herself sometimes.]
Why not? A subtle homage to a legend. [It amused him, the tales he’d heard of himself in this world. He’d been immortalised in ink on paper and flickering images on screens that he hadn’t quite figured out; all were woefully inaccurate of course, but that didn’t make them any less amusing] The name’s Killian, but if you’d like to persist with Hook I wouldn’t be entirely perturbed.
Were you graced with a name, or should I call you vulture given how you circle me like prey?
Timeless, edgy, sexy. It’s a staple in my wardrobe. [She tilted her head, doe eyes falling upon the hook protruding from his left sleeve with a feigned curious expression.] But what’s your excuse for the metal? Did Halloween come early this year? [She knew who he was, but if she revealed that, she might have to reveal who she was and how she knew. And she wasn’t here for that. With a light shrug, she moved to circle him, glancing around at the dismal surroundings.] Well, if nothing else, maybe I can make my own entertainment. I’ve been told I have a knack for that.
This? [He lifted his left arm, indicating to the distinctive hook where his hand should be] Just a war wound. [It wasn’t entirely a lie, he was at war with the Croc, though it seemed the other side had long since forgotten how he’d crossed him] If you manage to breathe some life into this place then colour me impressed, love. [His eyes followed her for the most part as she moved; there was something innately alluring about her]
[quirks a brow] Peculiar indeed. Like that outfit. Mm, at least it suits you. [smirks as she looks him over, from feet to head before she catches his gaze again] I’m passing through. Seeing what this quaint little town has to offer me before I move on to somewhere more my speed.
[He glanced down at his ensemble before returning his attention back to her; in truth he wasn’t entirely sure how people dressed in this day — or this world] I’ve heard leather is timeless. [He smirks a little, the mere fact that she was in town suggested something entirely unusual. From what he’d gathered, this wasn’t the place where people just come and go] I fear you’ve set yourself up for a disappointing visit, all there is here is a tyrannical mayor and a sub-par diner.
Shame. This place seems to be a bore. But I did just arrive, so we’ll see how long that stays true.
You just arrived here of your own freewill? Peculiar. What could possibly have brought you to the ever pleasant Storybrooke.
