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Who: Carlisle Cullen (

suckerdoc) and Jasper Hale (

oh_hale_jasper)
What: Resistance training \o/
When: Uhhh, sometime in the evening, after his run in with Daine at the clinic.
Where: The forest
Rating: Uh. PG?

Carlisle rubbed his neck roughly as he slung the bag over his shoulder. He knew that there was no need to be irritated by people knowing of the families existence as vampires - the Volturi weren't here to punish anyone for knowing and on top of it, none of the residents would even remember once returning to their own worlds, if they happened to reside on Earth. He'd spent so long living as a secret, however, that it was proving difficult to have anyone guessing. Not one but two women had already known what he was without him having known them at all and he was wondering just how many others would know as well.

He had contemplated on all this as he headed off to find Jasper. He had promised to start training with him once the New Year had come. He had the blood packets tucked safely out of sight and he knew that between the plastic bags they were held in and the pack they were stored in, that it was likely not very strong in scent, either.

Eventually coming to the house, he pulled the door open, setting the bag down onto a chair in the living room and clearing his throat some. "Jasper?" He called out, not really looking around, knowing he'd hear him if he was there. "Are you around?"

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Jasper had made no attempt to go into the castle or into town ... or anywhere near either one. He'd been staying in the house, holed up though he didn't exactly mind. It was comforting to have their home. It was one of the things here reminding him that he wasn't a monster and that he could rise above it, just like the rest of his family.

He sat up in the room that had been his, reading one of his older school books from the time he spent studying at Cornell. It kept him busy and out of trouble ... and Jasper had always been particularly fond of reading and research anyway.

Jasper looked up at the sound of Carlisle's voice and set the book aside. "I'm here." He called to his 'father' and stood up, walking down the stairs into the living room.

When he heard his voice he turned away from the stairs, shoving his hands gently into his pockets as he went back towards the backpack and waited for him to come down. He glanced over his shoulder when he came into the living room, giving him a gentle smile of greeting.

"Good," he said finally. Pulling a plastic bag from the backpack, he held it out in his palm, biting his lip in thought for a moment. He knew the task of getting him used to the scent of blood would be difficult, but he also knew it would be more difficult if his thirst was completely satiated each time they tried. "How recently have you eaten?"

Jasper's jaw tightened when he saw Carlisle holding the blood. He stayed frozen where he stopped halfway down the stairs. His eyes, black with thirst as they had been since his arrival here, stayed fixed on the plastic packet.

"This morning." Jasper replied, though really, the way his eyes looked it certainly didn't look it.

He stared at him for a moment after his reaction, forehead wrinkled gently in question, before he gave a nod. Placing the packet down on to the table, he walks over to him, reaching out to place a hand on his arm comfortingly. It may have been from some sort of pent up fatherly instincts, but he felt the need to comfort each one of his "children" whenever he saw them in rough patches.

"We don't have to do this right now if you're not ready," he murmured, watching him quietly as he waited for him to make a decision.

Though Jasper hadn't been in the family as long as the others, he still looked up to Carlisle as a father figure - particularly in terms of guidance where control was concerned. He admired Carlisle, for his complete control over his thirst and had always desired that control ... Though he seriously doubted he'd ever be where Carlisle was.

He paused, hesitantly looking at the plastic bags. "I don't know if I'm ready. But my thirst isn't getting any better ... No time like the present, right?" He asked, forcing a shaky smile onto his face.