Arlo James

See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch

Could he really blame her for being confused and kinda freaked out? Probably not. Not really anyway. This whole thing was mostly his fault. Really the only mistake she had made was leaving her door open and how much that would have affected the outcome remained to be seen all the same. At least she wasn't screaming- or throwing things at him for that matter. A lot of people seemed to have that go-to response when they saw a vampire. Throw something. Why he was sure he might never know. It rarely did anything other then annoy them and yet for now Arlo was content to count his blessings. The Crusnik making every effort to try and explain his mistake before attempting, in far too many words, to explain himself in one fashion or another with that assurance he really didn't eat people. At least not very often. Arlo resorting only to those species outside his preferred prey when he had no other option- or he simply desired to taste them.

He could hear the young woman's heartbeat. Even despite that look of fear beginning to settle, her body was giving her away all the same. A tiny, predatory part of himself almost relishing that fear that seemed to simmer below the surface and yet the vampire was quick to attempt to control it once more. Control always had been something of an issue for him. He was getting better, if nothing else and yet fear in others so had a way of enticing those more predatory instincts in himself. The ones he had not totally mastered keeping at bay the way older vampires did. Arlo a veritable infant in the vampire world. The sudden raining down of fruit saw his youthful features frown before that almost defeated sigh seemed to leave him. Great. Now he'd thrown fruit at her. One hand lifted to gesture to that cascade of food before that sheepish look found his features. Arlo content enough to offer her some of it. A peace offering maybe. Hell, didn't people usually give other people welcome gifts? Did fruit count? Maybe that was only something that happened in movies. His idle comment on locking her doors seeming to draw a response from her at last. Arlo blinking at he for several moments before that grin found his lips all over again. The sarcasm and rather pointed irony not lost upon him.

"Oh, yeah, I get ya. Cause I can get in anyway. Fair call. Although most people can't do the teleporting thing so, you know, door locking lowers crime by like....i'm going to say ninety eight percent but that's a ballpark figure. Two percent teleporters is probably a bit of an overestimate."

His shoulders lifted in an easy shrug all the same, that grin still on his lips as the young woman bent to retrieve one of the escaped apples that had made it to her side of the room- rolling it softly around in her hand. She looked like she could do with an apple. Hell, a whole roast dinner really. She was a bit....on the thin side. Either that or she was really bad at buying clothes in her size. The ones she was wearing now seemed a size too big. Arlo, in the least, managing to refrain from commenting on it for now. The vampire oblivious to her own considerations on how very....unlike other vampires he was. Arlo tending to lack that near natural suave manner that most vampirs exuded so effortlessly and yet- what need did he have for it? He didn't need to attract his prey. He didn't need to lure it like a regular vampire did. His prey was attracted to other things. The young woman's comment on his abrupt appearance seeing that hand lift to run almost nervously through his hair again. His blue gaze meeting her own.

"Well, this was more a case of me not paying attention. I hardly ever end up in the wrong place, although I tend to lose what i'm carrying if i'm carrying to much when I teleport. It always finds me in the end, sometimes it's just kinda late. I reckon I just need some more practice. Sorry though, for the intrusion an all...."

His gaze drifted briefly around that apartment once more. The girl appearing to be in various stages of unpacking. At least he could say he knew one off his neighbours now. Not that he didn't know the others exactly. They came to his door a lot to tell him to shut up at 2am. It was like no one appreciated his guitar once it got dark and he was outside a stadium. At least this was one number who didn't hate him and yet if she lived above him it was only a matter of time really. Even if he had been good about playing that instrument only when he was at Abby's lately. Her lack of close neighbours resulting in far less phone calls to the police.

"Did you just move in tonight? No offence or nothin' but you don't look like the kinda girl who lives in this kinda apartment building. Seriously the police are here all the time and I'm like mostly sure the entire second floor is some sort of pot farm. The guy told me they were organic herbs- but who needs that many herbs?"

His features wrinkled slightly, as if this was some truly great debate he need consider before the black-haired young man bent to begin to collect those apples that were now scattered around the woman's apartment. The vampire continuing to chat as he did. Arlo a decidedly good natured being when he chose to be.

"It's Arlo, by the way, in case you missed it earlier. I'm pretty sure I live under you. Do you need any help moving anything? I mean there isn't much I can't lift- vampire and all. Although you might really want to consider looking for somewhere better when your on your feet, Chicka."

Really, he needed to do the same thing. The last apple was easily returned to the bag then, Arlo leaning effortlessly back against the wall as he continued to regard the woman before him with a curiosity. She just....didn't seem to be the type to live here and yet what the hell did he know. Maybe she was a drug dealer too- or involved in some other sort of crime. Realistically she just looked....tired. Arlo glancing once more towards those boxes she'd carried up, most of her possessions wrapped in newspaper and packing tape. This was why he never brought anything with him when he moved. Unpacking was such a hassle.

"So what brings you here then, eh? You get run out of the last town like I did? Other vampires don't like me much."

That easy chuckle rose to his lips then and yet those words were easy all the same. His figure continuing to lean lackidastically against the wall in that same relaxed manner in which Arlo did almost everything. Little about the man ever hurried in any sense.