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Post by Meghan Riley on Mar 16, 2013 15:16:51 GMT -8
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Sasha Gray
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Post by Sasha Gray on Mar 17, 2013 14:43:18 GMT -8
Five & Diner Post by gray on 11.25.2012 at 23:10
Sasha M Gray: The night was cold, crisp, and clear, for a change. And it looked like it was going to stay that way until Wednesday at least. Just enough time for all the lunatics to come out on the full moon. Then again, with all she'd learned last night, she wasn't entirely certain there weren't damned good reasons for that lunacy. She was sitting at the counter, per usual, her meal ordered and waited on, a cup of coffee in front of her. If it weren't for diners, she'd likely waste away to nothing. Or be reduced to eating fast food, which she did often enough on the job.
ObsidianAsp: With Helena's contacts, and powers, it didn't take too long for the woman to find out where Detective Gray's location. Soon enough, that black Escalade was pulling on up to the front before it parked. Driver exited and opened the door for Helena Thorn. Dressed casually, peacoat hugged her frame, black pants and heeled boots. She moved with graceful ease on into the Diner. Hazels slowly took in the patrons til they honed in on one. Small curve of lips found her lips as she headed in that direction. "Detective Gray.." Dulcet allure of a tone. -d
Sasha M Gray: She paused, cup set back down to the counter as she turned on her seat to look at the woman. "I am." She gestured to the seat beside her. "And you are?" She took in the woman's features, stature, build, the way she dressed. She smacked of money. Old money. Possibly really, really old money. Who was to know any more? Her world had been forcibly shifted into a world where the things your parents assured you were just fairy tales, were, in fact, real.
ObsidianAsp: Det Gray invited her to sit, so she did, careful with her coat. Gloves were slowly being removed and put away into her pocket. " I am Helena Thorn" She introduced herself. " I believe there are a few damages that my brother has caused you and your precinct." She didnt pause very long. " I am here to give my sincerest apologies. I have full intention to pay for all damages" Hazels were intent upon the woman. -d
Sasha M Gray: She regarded the woman and nodded. "The city will be happy to accept any reparations you wish to make on your brother's behalf." She picked up her coffee cup again. "Would you care for anything? I'm not sure what's available..." She looked to the waitress as she set her meal down before her, and then back to Helena.
MacabreSaVant: Vampires weren't the only ones who had connections. Marsten had a made a few phone calls and soon found out one of those leeches, the sister to the Master of the City none the less sitting in a diner chit chatting. His anger boiled within as he was soon enough tearing into the parking lot. Dressed in faded jeans, those engineer boots and, black hoodie left unzipped. White tee beneath and the black leather kutte over itholding the Night Wolves MC emblem. The bike was left on the stand running as he stalked into the diner. Blues gleaming, nostrils flared, scents, he followed scents and he found that honey/death scent. Turning his attention in that direction, its where he headed. Angry, reckless due to it, and he didn't care. "Where's your fuckin brother?" Growled out as he approached. -d
Alex Vipond: Alex rolled into the lot shortly after the bike, but he wasn't angry. In fact he was in a pretty good mood. He hired a cellist to play with the band. Parking the murdered out Benz, he stepped out, collar of his coat turned up against the cold, as he followed the man through the door. He spotted Sasha first, then the woman she was sitting next to. And well the biker seemed a bit intent on the woman with Sasha so he just went down to the other end of the counter.
ObsidianAsp: "No, thank you. I have already eaten" In more ways than one. The sound of the motorcycle had her attention briefly but the scent of wolf that surely got her. She studied Gray a bit longer. But the feel of that heat prickled along her shield. She turned slightly, unfussed by it. Though words were directed to her and she simply regarded this man. " If you go to his home I am sure you will find him." Cooly. -d
Sasha M Gray: Gray turned as the door was pulled open and the man walked in. For a moment she just ... stared. The man was ridiculously hot. And extraordinarily pissed. She turned to face him, the badge on her belt and the Glock on her hip in plain view as she did so. She looked between them. She didn't know either, but she had food on the counter and violence tended to fuck with her digestion.
DeviI Red: Sed was seated behind the driver's seat of the Camaro, cooling her heels a bit in the lot, out of the glow of any lights, smoking a cigarette and talking on her cell to the guy that handled gigs for them back in Los Angeles. She was in the middle of yes'ing the man to death, smiling and nodding despite the fact that he couldn't see her, when she saw Alex, her curiosity struck since the last time she saw him he was being led away in cuffs. Talking still, she climbed out and started a slow trek to the door, finishing her smoke in the process. -d-
ObsidianAsp: It wasn't like Helena couldn't take care of herself, but as if on cue, man in a suit. So intimidating sure came into the diner and approached. Security of Sebastians detail. He stood by just incase. -d
MacabreSaVant: Mars's shields were down. The anger was rolling off of him in scalding waves. Even the normal people would feel the intensity of it in the enclosed diner. "Why dont you just call him for me." Said through gritted teeth, lips furled. Pissed was an understatement. The sound of another coming in were taken into account. Suit and tie was eyed and he shifted his stance side ways. He was ready to go down fighting. " Tell that mutherfucker to stay the fuck away from Jemma and Jaxson" Oh. Well, his anger had hit its point not that he regarded the suit again. Hands were furling and unfurling. -d
Sasha M Gray: "Gentlemen, there will be no trouble here." She looked from one to the other, and back. She rose from the stool, turning to face the both of them, one hand on the butt of that Glock.
Alex Vipond: Alex watched the interaction and then Sasha, and he pressed his lips together, and simply watched. What ever was going on between them, wasn't his business, but he didn't want anyone caught in the crossfire either.
ObsidianAsp: A exaggerated sigh escaped her. Especially since she didn't have to breathe. With ease, she rose up to stand and turned to face Mars. " Im sorry Sir, I dont know what my brother has done to anger you, but you are channeling it in the wrong direction. Perhaps we can set up a meeting?" She purred lightly though smiled with casual ease. Those hazels shifting into that more emerald gleam. His burning anger pushed against her shield and her cool power eased forth to push it back from her. The suit and tie approached now, reaching out to grasp Mars by the arm as he was furling those fists. -d
Alex Vipond: Alex was a firm believer in the fact that every moment had its music. This would undoubtedly be 'Clash of the Titans'. (Keyword to: )
MacabreSaVant: Eyes cut side ways to Sasha as she said her peace, the sane part, human part of his mind agreed, though the wolf was pissed. Angry and possessive over his pack. When he was touched, he turned suddenly towards him and slammed his forearm to the mans chest to knock him back as he snarled. That anger once more flaring up. -d
ObsidianAsp: Little to be known, the man who had touched Mars was a Were himself. Panther. The took the hit and stumbled back. People gasped, and immediately tried to exit the diner to stay out of the way as the fight began. Suit man lunged forward with a fist to the jaw and then slip his arm around the other mans arm to try to restrain the biker. His beast wanting to play. -d
DeviI Red: Shouldering her way in, she paused -- everything -- talking, walking, even breathing for a split second when she once again found herself in the middle of...something. "Shit," it was muttered low under her breath, causing Vince to question her on the other end of the line, to which she simply responded, "I'll call you back later." The redhead then making her way to the counter. -d-
Sasha M Gray: Out came the Glock, as she called out to the waitress. "Call 911, and tell them you have a 906!" She then stepped back, away from the counter and out of reach of arms or legs, "Both of you! Back off!" The waitress, freaking out, did as told.
ObsidianAsp: Helena took a step back away from the brawl. Allowing Detective Gray to take the lead, plus, she wanted to see what they were dealing with. Ghost of a smile pulled at her lips while watching the power of the two fight. -d
Alex Vipond: As soon as Sedona stepped in, Alex was moving, whisking her out of harms way of the trampling crowd looking to get away from the altercation. Hysteria was rising as people literally knocked each other down to try and get out.
MacabreSaVant: Words were lost as the fight began. His arm could be felt being twisted around behind him, he snarled out as he thrust his feet to the floor and shove the Suit back into the counter, causing them to crash into it, he managed to loosen the hold and spin around, pull Suit to him and slam a right hook to his jaw with enough power to knock the Suit senseless. This was Mars was trained for. Fighting. They wouldn't have survived alone this long without that training. -d
DeviI Red: "What the...oh fuck..." She found herself being ushered out of the way, but at least it was by someone she knew, but that didn't keep her from looking over a shoulder, trying to see who it was and what was going on. -d-
ObsidianAsp: Helena simply watched. Her mind working over the words. Jemma. This was one of those wolves. Sebastian had mettled with, and now one of them were angry about it. Jemma was simply a betta. This one, he is an Alpha. Rather strong to, spirited and it enticed her. She had to wonder what her brother was up to now. She was going to have a nice little chat with him when this was over. -- The Suit felt his world shake as he was hit, staggering back, the sound that escaped him was almost beastly. Growling felinesque snarl as he shot forward, tackling Marsten into a set of tables and chairs, fist raised and coming down in a flurry of barraging punches. -d
Sasha M Gray: "Fuck..." The Glock went back into the holster and out came the taser, whoever was on top was going to get a jolt if the damned thing didn't fizzle as she aimed and squeezed the trigger. As soon as she'd done so, the taser was dropped that Glock brought back out and up, one round, fired into the ceiling, the boom of the .40 caliber resounding through the room. And then she had it trained on pair fighting. "POLICE, FUCKING FREEZE!" Okay so maybe she was a little grumpy.
Alex Vipond: That was loud. Alex winced, one hand rising to ream his ear with a finger. He wasn't going to get between the two weres and was damned glad that Sasha had the sense not to as well. He was tempted to tell her to just shoot them both.
DeviI Red: "She your shadow?," she smirked at Alex, poking a thumb at the trigger happy one. Of course, she was just joking...sort of. She did see him hauled off by her the other day. -d-
MacabreSaVant: That damn Taser. The prongs found his chest, electrocurrents in those high voltages poured into Mars and he felt his muscles cord involuntarily. Snarling, he turned to knock the prongs off while trying to fend off the other man.-d
ObsidianAsp: In which, the taser was enough to distract. He released Marsten and as the other man fought with the prongs, he moved in and kicked him in the head with all his might. Football kick thank you! -d
Alex Vipond: "I would say so, but she was here when I arrived." He shrugged. "And I didn't do it." He chuckled and watched.
Sasha M Gray: One round, left outside thigh aimed at suit. The second boom of the Glock resounded through the diner as sirens wailed the impending arrival of back up.
DeviI Red: Sedona was watching, too. Silently. Just taking it all in, those gun shots ringing loud in her ears, causing her to flinch, but not out of fear. The sound just fucking hurt! Curling her lip out of dislike for it, she grumbled -- even growled a little, blue eyes narrowing. "Nice," spoken with dripping sarcasm, hearing those damn sirens. -d-
ObsidianAsp: Suit dropped to a knee with a snarl. Helena moved in as the Suit had made attempt to come at Sasha. " Enough.." Cooly. " The Suit paused with a pissed off look and just held a hand to his wound. -d
MacabreSaVant: Marsten, well.. considering he was being tazed, and then got football kicked, he was out for the moment. Sprawled out on top of a broken table and bench. -d
Sasha M Gray: Holstering the Glock, she stepped forward, cuffs pulled as she approached the suit. "You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney present before and during questioning," she reached for his wrist to snap cuff on, unless he resisted. "If you so desire and cannot afford one, an attorney will be appointed for you by a court of law. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?" She'd then reach for the other hand, the one holding his thigh to cuff it as well.
ObsidianAsp: Helena kept her eyes on Suit. He allowed the cuffs to make his wrists, even though he could have easily busted them. He simply just growled low in that pissy cat way. Eyes were set upon the woman as she spoke to him. "Yes." Simple. -d
Sasha M Gray: "Do you wish to remain silent?" If he was smart, he'd lawyer up now. Assault in front of an officer was a hard one to beat.
ObsidianAsp: Helena watched, it was easy to simply tell him to keep his mouth shut about all things and that they would get him out soon enough. She excused herself from the group and headed out to the escalade to have her driver call Sebastian and inform him what had just occurred. -d
Alex Vipond: "I'm gonna have to get a pair of those." Just saying. He smirked and finally let go of Sedona, since the trouble was over. He looked back at her. "So how are you doing?"
Re: Five & Diner Post by gray on 11.26.2012 at 0:18
MacabreSaVant: Marsten stirred. A growled groan seeped past his lips as he turned over onto his side. Trying to regain some of his senses, quite disoriented. -d
DeviI Red: Since she didn't know anyone involved (yet), she didn't think too much of what was going on once the shots stopped being fired. With one last look over a shoulder, she sank into a nearby booth, eyeing Alex with mild amusement. "Just wondering why trouble seems to follow you around." -d-
Alex Vipond: "Karma?" He settled into the booth with her, and shook his head. "Really, I think I must have pissed someone off in a past life."
Sasha M Gray: "Come on, we'll get you loaded and taken to the hospital." She cautiously put her hand on his arm to help him up.
DeviI Red: She tilted her head back and forth, as if weighing the options before agreeing, "Seems reasonable enough." She wasn't one to talk, though. Trouble and her were on a first name basis. "I take it last night was all a...slow night at the precinct?" She smirked, suggesting they had nothing better to do but haul his ass in for questioning. -d-
Alex Vipond: "It ... was interesting. I went in as a murder suspect and came out turning out some potentially useful information." He shrugged. "I don't kill people." He told her. Again.
MacabreSaVant: She'd feel the heat radiate off his body as she touched him, extremely hot that one would think he had a fever. Rising up, he grunted, free hand reached up and grasped those prongs that were stuck into his chest. Jerked them out and dropped them to the floor as he scowled to himself. Those stormy blues rose up to regard the woman speaking to him. Angry, but he was thinking more clearly now for the moment. A faint nod. -d
DeviI Red: Sedona nodded, slowly, looking at him from across the table, noticing that this was the second time he deemed it necessary to draw that to attention. "Good to know," she grinned, drumming black painted fingertips against the table top, the nails kept short and the polish only slightly chipped. -d-
Sasha M Gray: "Are you steady on your feet, or should I have the EMTs come in with a gurney?" She regarded him carefully, the heat rolling off of him was palpable. Rage? Surely his blood pressure, his pulse was jacked up enough to cause a rise in temp.
MacabreSaVant: Nostrils flared. Scents. There was more scents. Another like him. Eyes cut side ways towards the woman nearby. It was brief regard til his attention returned to the woman speaking to him. " Im fine." Firm tone. " Are you arresting me? I dont need to go to the hospital. Im fine." He waited to stay way from the EMT's and Nurses. Away from blood work that would reveal his lycanthrope gene. -d
Alex Vipond: "Being walked out in cuffs tends to make some people think otherwise. Just wanted to make it clear that I don't."
DeviI Red: There was that feeling again, the sixth sense that kicked in. It had the hairs on her neck doing the same thing they did the night before, bristling slightly as she slid another look behind her under the guise of shifting in her seat. "Being that you're out and about, I kinda did the math." She winked at him. -d-
Sasha M Gray: "He touched you first. You're the victim. I tend to try not to arrest victims. I will need some information from you, though. Name, address, contact information. Are you sure you don't want a doc to check you over, or at least have the EMTs look you over? That was a nasty blow to the head you took." She eyed the damage as she pulled her note pad and pen.
Alex Vipond: "There is that. But perception is a tricky thing. Could be I just had a really good lawyer, you know?" He nodded. "So long as it doesn't get in the papers, I'm happy. I don't want any bad PR. Not that I expect any good PR, but bad is just ... no."
MacabreSaVant: Irritation. It was coming into his features but he breathed out to calm down a bit. Hand rose up and dragged his fingers through his long hair, pushing it away from his face. Stubbled jawline was rubbed. "No Doctor. EMT's are fine." Gruffed out. "I'll be fine." That bruise was visible to his head along with a knot. But little would she know it would be faded in a few hours. Knowing simply that there was another lycan nearby, he reached out and took the note pad from her and pen. Writing down the information before handing it back to her. -d
DeviI Red: The sensation sat with her, all the while knowing there was another one nearby, but pretending she didn't, for the time being, at least. Shaking off a leather biker jacket, one that'd seen better days, she slid deep into the booth, her back meeting flush with the wall so she could keep an eye on her left, while talking with Alex on the right. Laughing a little at what he said, she shook her head, "I know a manager that would disagree with you about a hundred percent." -d-
Sasha M Gray: Hey, at least it was swelling outward. Inward would be bad. She nodded. She motioned the EMTs in and then looked back at him. "And what's your ..." and then he was taking the note pad and pen, writing the asked for information down. When he handed it back, she nodded. "Would you care to give a statement? File charges? Charges will be filed, whether you do or not, because the assault took place before a witnessing officer, but if you would press charges as well, it would make for a stronger case."
DeviI Red: her back meeting flush with the wall so she could keep an eye on her left, while talking with Alex on the right. Laughing a little at what he said, she shook her head, "I know a manager that would disagree with you about a hundred percent." -d-
MacabreSaVant: "No charges. " Simply. The EMT's began to check him over and her jerked his head away from one of their hands. It annoyed the shit out of him " Fuck" Grunts. " I dont care to press charges" He just wanted to leave. He had somewhere be and unfinished business with a certain Vampire. -d
Alex Vipond: "I tend to be a somewhat ... private person." he shrugged. "Odd, I know when I spend so much time on a stage in front of a crowd." There was being public, and being public. It was the latter he tended to avoid.
Sasha M Gray: "Understood." She nodded. She had his name and information for her report so there really was no reason to linger as the EMTs started checking him over. She pulled her card and offered it out to him. "If you change your mind or think of anything else, just give me a call."
DeviI Red: She shook her head again. "Not so odd. Just because you're on stage doesn't mean you want the attention, twenty-four-seven." -d-
Alex Vipond: "Yeah I tend to freak out when people start recognizing me." It was usually about that time he'd disappear for a decade or so. Give people time to forget him. Show up in another city, another country, and start all over.
DeviI Red: "I don't mind being recognized. Just don't show up on my doorstep." Or in her car. Yeah, the last genius that attempted that wound up with a mouthful of his own broken teeth. Could've been worse, though. -d-
MacabreSaVant: The card was regarded, but wasn't taken. He brushed off the EMT's and simply walked away. When she would go run the information, she'd find there was no known name for Leland Jackson. And the address given, well, it was a warehouse on the outskirts that was no longer in use to anyone. Marsten had already straddled his bike, righting it as the kickstand was pushed up with his heel. Eyes rose up to look to the diner. Nostrils flared again. Wolf. There was a wolfhis shields lowered from that tight clamp and he allowed it to flow out in the perimeter to gain the others attention. -d
DeviI Red: And there it was, big time, the feeling becoming more defined, allowing her to narrow it down to one. It peaked her interest, but she moved casually, sitting up a bit in an attempt to kill two birds with one stone: patting down her pockets for the pack of smokes and to look out the window at the one in question. Now, did she play it off and make an excuse to go out to her car for cigarettes, or did she stay put? Decisions, decisions... -d-
Sasha M Gray: She watched as he walked out and climbed onto the bike, pen lifted, note taken on the vehicle, and then she moved back to the counter, "Can I have that in a to go box. I have to go to the precinct." Hopefully, Sullivan wasn't there, or she'd end up in lock up with the perp. Just peachy...
Alex Vipond: Alex's head lifted and he looked out toward the lot, then back at Sedona as she shifted. "Forget something?"
ObsidianAsp: Helena was sitting in the Escalade. Not that it had disappeared, she was simply there, quiet, observing. The best things you could find out was by sitting back and watching. -d
DeviI Red: "Mm," she murred, his voice jarring her from, her thoughts, the redhead nodding. "Yeah, cigarettes." It was a lie, they were tucked into the inside pocket of her jacket, but that didn't mean shit. "Nasty habit, I know, but..." She shrugged. Wasn't allowed in most places but very few people had the balls to say much to her about it. -d-
MacabreSaVant: Marsten caught the look from the one just like him. Eyed simply before he turned his eyes to Sasha as she was getting her meal put into a to-go box. Five- O were just complicated, the less she knew about him, the better she would be for them both. Reaching into his Kutte pocket he pulled out his cell phone to check it. Jemma hadn't called and that simply just angered him a bit more. He had no idea why, other than knowing about Sebastians involvement. -d
Alex Vipond: Yep. Nasty habit. And ... he could smell the tobacco, but he had also felt the presence and simply nodded. "Well, no need of a nicotine fit." He smiled to her, then let his eyes slide to Sasha.
Sasha M Gray: She paid her tab, slid back into her jacket, then took up the box. Turning, she caught the look from outside, and paused. She just watched him for a moment, then headed for the door, and out. Crossing the lot to her car, she set box on the roof of the '69 and unlocked the door. Pulling it open, she picked up the box again, then slid behind the wheel.
BIackened Curse: Jaxson had put his hysterically crying sister to sleep, that's why. *
DeviI Red: "Nah...it's fine." They'd made eye contact. When it wavered, moving elsewhere, she settled back in her seat, still thinking, wondering if any of the band had come across others as well. "It won't kill me," she cracked a smile. "Or anyone else." If Marsten had wanted more than acknowledgement, it would've been made known, one way or another. -d-
MacabreSaVant: In another time perhaps. The phone was put away. He still had a certain Master of the City to hunt and he was just angry. The swelling already easing down. The Harley Night Rod roared to life as he rev'd it up and spun the back tire around before speeding down the road. -d
Alex Vipond: "People have been know to die by patch." he nodded. Not that he knew any who had but yeah. It was a toxin and some people in an attempt to curb their cravings, died.
Sasha M Gray: She fired up the Charger when he raced away, a shake of her head given. She didn't know why but she had the distinct feeling he was going to continue his course and end up hurt worse than he was. And it was on her if he did. She rolled from the lot, followed after him, trying to shut both sides of her conscience up as she did so.
Re: Five & Diner Post by ian on 12.19.2012 at 0:55
Ian M Sutherland: People watching. It was amusing at times. Like at the airport or a bus or train station. You saw all kinds and they never ceased to provide some form of amusement. Some however left one wondering what sort of drugs they were on. As the snow began to drift down, Ian turned up the collar of his coat and turned, moving away from the coffee shop and its parking lot drama. A glance around and with a flurry of air that kicked up some of that fallen snow, he was gone from walk near the defunct coffee shop and walking across the lot of the Five and Diner. The snow continued to fall, and he wasted little time heading inside, leaning behind the rapidly diminishing scar that looked like frost, hanging in the air.
Nocturnal Legacy: Annoyed. That's what she was. Very very annoyed. But.. give with how she was raised in southern traditions... she had remained calm and polite. Even while her camera had been taken from her and crushed. After apologizing and trying show a bit of respect by offering it to keep and to ensure whatever secrets or such, from being captured on film. She honestly had not meant to ruffle whatever feathers she had, but it left her in a sour mood. She sat in her truck, engine off and with hands on the steering wheel, forehead rested on hands. She breathed and told herself it was fine. That it was just a misunderstanding and all would be okay. Food. Food always made a woman feel better and so she finally slipped free from the cab of her 1950 Chevy and moved inside the diner. Jacket had been pulled in tight, despite the heat her body produced, given what she was. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: It was 38 fricking degrees out, and snowing. Yeah, coats are a good thing. Ian had no sooner stepped in when the hot bodied little thing behind him stepped in. He glanced at her, a smile given, pure boyish charm, and then he was looking to the hostess as she approached them and asked if there was only two of them. He opened his mouth, looked at the woman who'd come in behind him, and grinned. He looked back at the hostess. "Yes, just the two of us."
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby had been to distracted in her thoughts of wanting to rip out a throat. Pushing the slightly irritated beast back within the confines of her shadows. Dark locks framed her face and blue eyes lifted to look ahead as she then heard the guys words as he spoke to the hostess. Brows arched and she looked around, wondering where his other half was. She stood, waiting her turn to be seated though. She was wearing high heeled black boots, dark washed skinny jeans, and a nice little top. Coat, scarf, and a cardigan was layered over the lithe slender frame. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: He glanced back at her, a smile given as he leaned in ans spoke low near her ear. "You're not going to make me eat alone, are you?" His smile grew, and he motioned for her to follow the hostess who had their menus and was walking Ian M Sutherland: away from them even as he spoke. "If we don't hurry, she'll leave us behind."
Nocturnal Legacy: She was glancing to the left when her senses told her someone was nearing. She looked, and that was when she caught the guy leaning in. Brows arched. She looked left and then right before glancing back to make sure he was talking to her. When she looked back to him, brows furrowed. "Me? But I don't know you.." she replied softly in that sweet southern accent that clearly said you ain't from around here, is ya? He spoke once more and people were now coming in behind her. "But I--.." Abby followed, more or less to try and clarify this mix up? [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "I can fix that." he smiled and offered her his hand. "Ian Sutherland, from LA currently attending U Dub, and trying to avoid the law." he nodded. "As a major. My parents are lawyers...."
Nocturnal Legacy: Hand reached out to accept his. He'd notice it was very warm. Small smile creased full lips in a lopsided fashion. "Nice to meet you Ian Sutherland, from L.A." she replied. "Abigail Richardson from Savannah, GA." she added. Once her hand was released, it lifted to tuck a few rogue locks behind an ear before arms crossed over her stomach again and hands were tucked arms. Not only a little nervous, but still cold. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "Well, Abigail Richardson, of Savannah, Georgia, would you care to dine with me?" He offered her his arm, and if she took it, he'd lead her after the hostess who was, by now, at their table, waiting for them.
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby grinned a little, looked from him to the people behind her who seemed a bit eager to get seated and then back to Ian. "Um.. sure." she replied as her hand slipped free from under her arm and moved to take his offered arm. He didn't smell like a lycan and he didn't smell like a vampire. He smelled human but... strangely so. Nose twitched as if trying to zero in one particular thing or another but she gave up for now. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: He grinned back at her as they walked through the diner to the table the hostess was waiting for them at. As for his smell, it was probably a combination of Nautica, chem lab and Fiji. So he'd skipped a few classes this morning. The surf was killer. At their table, he pulled out her chair for her, and eased her in as she sat, before taking his own seat. "Oh..." He rose, moved to take her coat. "Sorry."
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby followed along with him, telling herself she was crazy for accepting an invite by a complete stranger. However,stranger things had happened since her arrival in Seattle. Once they reached the table, she was about to sit down after her pulled out her chair for her, but then he was back up and coming around to help her out of her coat. The jacket was shed, and the thin cardigan beneath remained, though, not before a bit of exposed shoulders was shown. It was shrugged back into place and the scarf removed before she finally took her seat. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: He smiled to her and took her coat and scarf, draping them over the empty chair between them, and then his own coat and scarf were being removed. He settled, and smiled to the hostess as she offered them out their menus and asked them what they wanted to drink. "Coffee, black, please."
Nocturnal Legacy: Blues lifted to watch him as he came around to take his seat before the hostess was passing them each a menu. When she asked what they were to have to drink, she looked from Ian to the woman and offered polite and genuine smile. "Same please, thank you." she replied. Attention returned to Ian for a moment before blue eyes lowered back down to the menu. She wondered what to get to eat this time. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: His own smile was offered up and then he too was looking at the menu after a brief regard of his dinner companion. "I am starved. Thank you for saving me from the torture of eating alone." he smiled at her again, and then looked back at the menu. "It all looks good."
Nocturnal Legacy: Blues shifted from the menu to Ian and she gave a soft nod. "You're welcome." Small smile followed. "And yes... it all looks good. Now... to decide what goodness I want to enjoy." she added with an amused smile before eyes lowered back to the menu. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "No kidding. Hard decision, too." he studied the menu, then did a double take. "Oh my God. Homemade meat loaf topped with chopped bacon, sautéed mushrooms and onion straws. Served with garlic toast, red skinned mashed potatoes and vegetable of the day. That's what I'm having."
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby nodded and then chuckled. She'd been eyeing that and the country fried steak. "It really does sound good and I'm tempted to get it... but then, I don't want you thinking that I'm just copying you. I mean.. I am.. but not purposely." [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "Get what ever you want." The chicken fried steak did look good. He may well have to get that to go, for breakfast. He debated a moment, then closed the menu. He could decide once they were done eating if he wanted to get a to go as well.
Nocturnal Legacy: "I know." she replied with a smile. The waitress came over with their coffee, setting each cup down before one and then the other and then brought out her pen and pad. She asked if this was together or separate then proceeded to take theirs orders. "I'll have the Cadillac Meatloaf meal." she replied. "And separate." nod and smile given. She wasn't being rude, but she wasn't going to let or expect a man she just met, to pay for her meal. Her daddy and her momma would beat her. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "I'll have the same." he smiled, menu offered back to the waitress. He looked back at Abby. "So, what is it you do, when you're not saving starving college students from eating alone?" Starving as in hungry, not out of work, down on their luck. His clothes smacked of money and well, he came from it. Not that he didn't do his own thing. He did. Just wasn't something that one could call 'normal'.
Nocturnal Legacy: Menu was folded close and handed off back to the woman before she was looking to Ian. He posed his inquires and she smiled. "I'm a photographer. Freelance. I'm on my last project for a while, here in Seattle and after this, I'm taking a break."Abby knew he came from money. Question was... was it new or old money? And face it... he was a good looking fella. Of course, she wasn't going to let on to that. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: Both, actually. New on his father's side, old on his mother's. Both had been well set when they met, and the rest had been history. Ian had grown up, actually in Laurel Canyon. His first car had been chauffeured. By the house keeper. "Still life, portraits, photo journalist...."
Nocturnal Legacy: "I do it all." she replied. "I capture anything that moves me." she added with a smile. "I've had a few successful trips and projects so.. its been interesting. I travel a lot. I've been to places over seas. Africa, Australia, South America, and of course here in the states." she offered. "Occasionally, I get called on. Those usually tend to be the ones that call for travel." Yeah, calls from National Geographic, Time, and Travel Destination were just a few. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "Egypt is one of my favorite places. I love the pyramids, the Sphinx... I find it fascinating. The Coliseum in Rome, too, though my last trip there was a little... abrupt." He nodded. "It's got to be fascinating, working with people from all over the world."
Nocturnal Legacy: "I'd love to go to Egypt some day. And Rome too. Maybe I'll get called on to do something on them." she smiled. "The Mayan ruins were beautiful. I have never seen anything so... natural and yet, man made." [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "I have not been there." He contemplated that. "Which is odd, when you think about it. They're not far from some prime surf locations." He leaned back as their meals arrived, a smile to the waitress given, and his mouth started watering from the smell alone.
Nocturnal Legacy: "You should go if you ever get the chance. I think you might like it, especially if you enjoyed Egypt." She too settled back as the meals were delivered. Once the waitress moved off, she took up the wrapped utensils, and undid the lil paper band. The napkin was placed over a thigh in her lap, then fork and knife were taken before she began to cut up her meat in nice bite sized chunks. A stolen glance, a shy smile and then blues lowered to her plate. [d]Re: Five & Diner Post by ian on 12.19.2012 at 22:57
Ian M Sutherland: Dragging his napkin into his lap, he nodded. "I'll have to do that when I can spend a few days there." he smiled and started cutting up his meatloaf into squares, started eating. "Hmmm..." He nodded as he chewed, a sip of his coffee then taken to wash it down with. "This is good."
Nocturnal Legacy: "Very much so, yes." she replied softly after fork a piece or two into her mouth. She chewed and then reached for her coffee, washing the bites down before she focused on the veggies a moment. Then she took a bite of the garlic toast. After washing that down with a couple swallows of coffee, she took a bite or two of the potatoes. Once she chewed and swallowed, she looked to Ian. "So does this always work?" she asked with a knowing smirk. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "Every time I've tried it." he smiled, just waiting for to ask her how many times that was. He tried to get a bit of everything into each forkful as he watched her, then popped the bite into his mouth.
Nocturnal Legacy: And he would have his expected question. "And that would be how many times?" she asked with curiously arched brows. She was forking another bite into her mouth and then chewing, looking to him as she awaited what she was sure to be an interesting reply. And likely even amusing. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "Including this time?" he grinned at her, and held up one finger, then took another bite of his dinner. Laying his fork down, he plucked up his coffee and took a drink, as he regarded her over the rim.
Nocturnal Legacy: A very interesting reply it had been indeed. One she honestly hadn't expected. Which, with the further rising of brows, he likely picked up on. "Seriously? You've tried it once and it was just on me?" she asked. Lips were spreading into a wide lopsided smile. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I just find that hard to believe." she added with a soft amused chuckle. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "I'm the one who, while the optimist and the pessimist argue over the glass being half full or empty, drinks the water in it. I saw an opportunity and I took it." He smiled and leaned back, watching her, before he took up his fork again and took another bite.
Nocturnal Legacy: Head canted and she watched him for a long moment. She smirked, then snickered, shook her head softly and reached for her coffee. Without lifting that blue gaze toward him, she asked. "And what opportunity is that?" A single thin brow arched and she lifted blue eyes to him, while chin remained dipped. She regarded him from over the rim of her coffee cup. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "The opportunity to sit with a beautiful woman and enjoy a meal together, rather than dining alone." He laid his fork down again and picked up his coffee, killing it, then sitting it down with a gesture to the waitress that he needed a refill. "I'm a simple guy.... " he paused and gave a waggle of his head. "Generally. In most things."
Nocturnal Legacy: Blues remained on him as he answered and behind the coffee cup, another smile blossomed. Cheeks were a little tinted, but she did well to try and hide it. Hopefully. "I see. And you're pleased with the outcome so far?" she then asked as the waitress offered to top off Abby's cup. With a simple single nod and polite smile, the waitress did so and then moved off. Abby looked back to Ian. "Simple is good. I like simple." she offered. Was she flirting and teasing? Perhaps. Abby took what few bites remained before she pushed aside her plate. She wasn't full, but she wanted to save room for dessert. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "I am, as a matter of fact. I'm even holding out hope for a repeat in which the lady in question actually allows me to buy." he smiled to her, then looked to the waitress. "What kind of pie do you have?" As the waitress ran down all the possibilities his mouth watered. "Apple crumb, or strawberry shortcake...." Decisions, decisions...He looked over at Abby.
Nocturnal Legacy: She was again surprised by his answer. "Is that so?" she paused a moment as she smiled. Never thinking she was the sort to go and turn heads or anything. "I suppose that all depends." she added. When he asked the waitress what sort of desserts they had, and Ian replied, brows arched. She wondered if he had ESP or something. The look suggested as much. After staring for a moment she looked to the waitress and replied. "Its either Apple crumb or the shortcake. I want the opposite of what he decides." she said, then grinned and looked to Ian. "Maybe we can share and have the best of both worlds." The waitress just smirked and then looked to Ian. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: He grinned at her, and looked at the waitress. "Bring us one of each and we'll share...." And then he cracked up and shook his head. "Oh God, if this isn't Kismet, I don't know what is."
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby just stared. Smiled and shook her head before glancing down as arms crossed over one another and she leaned forward on the table as the waitress nodded before offering to take away the other plates if they were finished. "It's certainly..... odd." she replied and looked back to him, maintaining the smile. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: He chuckled and shook his head, then rested his elbows on the table, hands folded under his chin as he leaned forward, regarded her. "Generally, I'm not one to believe in fate, but I'm beginning to wonder if the Powers That Be, didn't have this planned."
Nocturnal Legacy: "There is definitely a greater power and a higher being. And I think he's got quite a sense of humor because I know if I were him, I'd be cracking up, watching us." she replied with a soft chuckle to follow. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: He nodded, laughing with her."So, over dessert I shall plead my case for a second date." He nodded. "Oh, damn. That sounded really kind of lawyerish, didn't it?" he regarded her with a pained expression. "I really need to pick a major."
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby's head canted and she smirked. "So, lets hear your case counselor." Abby grinned then and chuckled softly, arching brows in an expectant but amused fashion as she awaited his response. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "I'm housebroken." He nodded. "I'm fun. Engaging. I don't chew with my mouth open. I like to visit new places, so you'll never be bored. And I drive a totally green car... Which, I didn't bring out with me tonight, but I can the next time we go out."
Nocturnal Legacy: "Good, I don't like having to get up in the middle of the night in the cold. Fun is always a plus. I like for people and things to hold my attention and .. I've noticed." she began with. "New places can be good too, inspiring even though, I somehow don't think I'll ever get bored if you're involved." Smirk followed. "And that's okay... we can take my truck next time, if we have to." she added. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: He chuckled. "I just felt like walking and I live not to far away so... I didn't know it was going to start snowing." He shrugged. "Probably should have checked the weather report, but I was thinking with my stomach."
Nocturnal Legacy: "Walking is good and if you want, I can give you a lift back to your place so you don't have to walk in the snow and freeze your hiney off." As for the last remark, had she said it, she might as well open mouth and insert foot. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "I appreciate that." He nodded. "So, our next date, we should try something new. I'll have to hit the social networks and see what's trending. Food-wise. I would rather have good food in an out of the way place than crappy food at the 'in' place."
Nocturnal Legacy: "You are welcome and I'm always up to trying almost anything at least once." she replied. "And I agree." she added quietly as the waitress returned with their desserts, smirking down at each of them in turn. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: He leaned back, a smile given the woman, and then he was taking up his desert fork and doing eeny meeny miney moe. Finally he stabbed the cobbler forked up a bite, offering it out to her.
Nocturnal Legacy: After asking if they needed anything else, and nothing was requested, the waitress moved off. Abby watched as Ian played eeny meeny miny mo with their desserts. She laughed a little and when he offered the bite of cobbler out to her, she leaned in and opened her mouth for the bite. Eyes of course shifting from the dessert to him. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: He watched her, smiling, pulling the fork back as he then cut into the strawberry shortcake. He waited for her to finish the bite she had, before offering it out as well.
Nocturnal Legacy: The bite was taken and he chewed a moment before it was swallowed. She then watched as he cut into the shortcake and offered another bite. She smirked and cast a side glance. "I think you are purposely spoiling me tonight so that you can ensure a second date." she said with a soft snicker. "If you think that's going to work.... you are correct sir with your assumptions." she grinned and took the offered bite. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "Ah..." He gave a slight shake of his head. "Never assume. Calculate, deduce, weigh the evidence..." He paused, then shrugged, a sigh given. "Looks like law school after all." He smirked. "I cant' get out of the legal colloquialisms, so I suppose it's inevitable."
Nocturnal Legacy: "Oh?" she questioned after she chewed and then arched a brow as he replied. "You will make for one hell of a sharp lawyer." she said with a grin. "Just think though.. you'll make a lot of friends I'm sure. Calling you at all hours of the day and night. Asking for meetings, favors, and advice." she teased lightly. She reached then for her coffee. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "They do that to my old man now. He bills them two hundred an hour. Makes them think twice before asking him the no brainers like. "Uh, Dalton, do you think I should like.. get into drug running...' or something stupid."
Nocturnal Legacy: "I think you could do better than that. Maybe two fifty or even three?" Abby grinned. "I'd say it was worth it.... especially if its a visit." Cheeks tinted a little with her little flirtation and she was reaching for the other fork and looking to the cobbler. Forking off a bite. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: He cut into the cobbler again and chuckled. "Well I will have to keep that in mind." He smiled to her, enjoying the way she blushed. He popped the bite into his mouth, chewing slowly as he watched her.
Nocturnal Legacy: The bite of cobbler was forked into her mouth and she chewed quietly before eyes slowly lifted toward him. She was smiling the moment her gaze met his and then lowered as she reached for her coffee. A swallow was had to wash the cobbler down and then she forked a bite of the shortcake. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: Smiling, he did the same, coffee, then shortcake, then coffee, then cobber. Stealing glanced between bites, and smiling all the while. "This is like, perfect. Like a buffet only not."
Nocturnal Legacy: She nodded and chuckled as she sipped coffee between rotating bites between cobbler and shortcake until she had her fill, and let him finish both desserts off. "It was a ... personal buffet of sorts I guess? And a good one at that."
Ian M Sutherland: "That it was." he nodded and finished off the last, pushing the plates off to the side as he lifted his coffee cup. "So Saturday?" He grinned at her and then took a drink of his coffee.
Nocturnal Legacy: She flashed him an equally amused and genuine smile. "Saturday? Hmmm... let me think. I'll have to check my schedule." She turned as if reaching into a purse and pulling out a little black book. Finger ran down an imaginary page.
Ian M Sutherland: He cracked up. "Well do try to pencil me in, and I'll pick you up at say seven?"
Nocturnal Legacy: "Oh, well... there's one spot open.... suppose I could pencil you in." she teased. Imaginary pencil scribbled in "Ian. Seven." she then closed the imaginary book and did away with it and her imaginary pencil and smirked. "I do need something from you though...Have you a phone? Might I barrow it a moment?" [d]
Ian M Sutherland: He leaned back and watched her, damned glad now that the other diner had been in a shambles. Had it not for that fubar, he may well have not met her. Without a second thought, he pulled his phone and offered it out to her. "Of course."
Nocturnal Legacy: "Thank you." she said as long slender fingers reached for and then securely gripped the phone. It was turned to face her, pads of fingers worked over the keys and then she punched in her number before hitting send. Her own phone then began to ring, which was balled up in her jacket. End was pressed and she handed it back to him with a smile. "There. Now you have my number." [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "I do." he nodded taking the phone back and saving the contact. "And you have mine. I promise not to send any drunk texts. or make odd phone calls at all hours of the night."
Nocturnal Legacy: "If you do. I'm going to charge at least two fifty." she replied with a grin. "And I'll promise not to do the same." she added with a chuckle. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: He cracked up. "Deal." Nodding, he slipped his phone back into his coat pocket. "And I promise, any time, day or night, no matter the circumstance, I will work pro bono. For you only..."
Nocturnal Legacy: "Excellent." she replied. "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful thing." she said with a laugh. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "I most definitely seems that way." What it was, he couldn't say, but it was off to a good start. He lifted his coffee cup, and drained it. When the waitress brought the check around, he slipped his wallet from his coat pocket and laid his credit card down with the check, and he reached over and snagged Abby's as well. "My mother would have my hide if I let a lady pay her own tab. You don't want me disappointing my mother now, do you?"
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby nodded in silent agreement. Had she any idea of his thoughts, she would have agreed with them as well. It was much to soon to try and label this chance meeting. Besides, no matter how it ended, it was sure to prove to be interesting. She was finishing off her own coffee and glanced up casually to the waitress. She was about to get her own wallet out from the inside pocket of her coat, but then glanced to Ian. He had snagged her check. She eyed him.
Ian M Sutherland: "Hand to God." And he lifted his left hand, the right over his heart. "She would have my hide if she knew."
Nocturnal Legacy: "With a request like that, my own mother and father would have my head if I refused such a kind offer." she replied. "So no... you'll not be disappointing your mother tonight." she smiled. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "Thank you." He smiled and nodded, and handed both checks and his card to the waitress.
Nocturnal Legacy: "You're welcome. And thank you. But... you do realize this means that I will be obligated to return your kindness in the near future, right?" she grinned. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "Yes you will. By giving me a ride in this snowstorm." he looked out the window and laughed. "It may be slush tomorrow but right now... it looks like fun." He paused. "And cold. Very, very cold."
Nocturnal Legacy: "Well, not only that. I'm sure more is to follow." she said with a grin. The waitress returned and was giving Ian back his card along with the receipt. She thanked them both and if nothing else was asked for, she moved off. Abby then moved to stand to her feet. "Shall we?" she asked as she began to reach for her coat. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: Ian signed the slip, left a good tip, in cash, and then put his card away. Once the wallet was slipped back into his coat, he rose, and moved to help Abby with her own.
Nocturnal Legacy: Once she was helped into her coat, she waited for Ian and soon, the pair of them were moving off together. They headed outside to her truck and once inside, was quick to crank up and turn on the heat. Even though she had a higher body temp than most, when it was this cold, a little help wasn't at all bad. Besides, he was human, she could sniff out that much. "You'll have to direct me. New here." she said with a grin as she looked over to him. They sat in the cab of the ole 1950's Chevy truck, letting the heat warm the cab for a moment before she was turning it down to a comfortable medium.
Ian M Sutherland: "Make a left out of the lot, three blocks and make a right."
Nocturnal Legacy: She nodded when she had the first of her directions and then proceeded to do as instructed. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: He sat in the truck and had to admire it. "So did you restore this yourself?" He as glad of the heat. He was LA, born and raised and this kind of cold was new to him.
Nocturnal Legacy: "I helped... sort of." she replied with a chuckle. "But my father is pretty much responsible for its appeal and function." she replied. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: Nodding, he smiled. "Dad's are pretty good for that kind of thing." He contemplated that for a long while, then nodded. "Yeah, I'll have to call them this week end and let them know my LSAT scores aren't going to go to waste."
Nocturnal Legacy: She glanced between him and the road a couple times, nodding softly, letting him know she was listening even if she couldn't look to him when he spoke. "I'm sure they will be happy to hear as much." she said with a smirk. She reached the third block and made a right. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "I think they kind of thought it was a given, you know? Which naturally is why I wasn't so sure of it. but yeah. Seems to be the fit. Medical school.... Naw. I was not looking forward to spending months smelling of formaldehyde while going through Gross Anatomy. They don't call it gross for nothing."
Nocturnal Legacy: "Its not for everyone. But... someone has to do it so." Soft casual shrug followed. She then glanced to him with arched brows. "Close by?" she asked, wondering if they were nearing his place or.... had passed it. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "Yeah, just up here on the right." He smiled as he gestured to the building, whose front door wasn't on the front, but rather tucked into the building itself.
Nocturnal Legacy: She glanced to him, nodded softly and blues turned back to the road. She slowed as she neared the building he indicated. Or so she hoped. "This one? Here?" she asked as the truck came to a slow halt. It was then shifted into park for a moment. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "Yep, this is me." He smiled, looked up at the building, then over at her. "Would it be creepy if I asked you if you wanted to come in for a drink?"
Nocturnal Legacy: "Nice place."She replied as she leaned toward him and gazed up and out the passenger window. After staring for a long moment, she pulled back and looked back to him. She smiled. "Its not creepy. But its late. I should get home and try to get some rest." she added. "But thank you for the invite. Maybe next time?" [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "Sure." He smiled. "You be careful going home, okay?" He pulled the door open and stepped out of the truck. He backed away from the curb so he could watch her, hand lifted to wave as he leaned to look at her through the window.
Nocturnal Legacy: "I look forward to it." she said and then when he told her to be careful, she smirked and nodded. "I will, I promise." she added. She watched as he slipped out. Once he was out and the door was shut, she looked back at him through her window. "Goodnight Ian. Rest well." She gave a little wave and once she was able to pull away, the truck was put into drive. She left with a smile on her face. [d]
Ian M Sutherland: "Good night." Watching her, drive away, he then turned toward the building. Taking two steps, there was a rush of air and a flurry of snow lifted from the walk and he was gone, leaving nothing but the drifting snow and a frosted, dissipating jump scar in his wake.
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Post by Johnny Smith on Jul 7, 2013 9:15:38 GMT -8
ChildoftheMoiria: Sunday was just another day in life and David treated it just that way. Wake up shower and get out of the apartment to begin the hustle. He had started off the day at the warehouse. He finished up there and was headed some place for a bite. Unable to really decide he turned the truck into the diner parking lot. He climbed from the cap a few moments later. HE was dressed in jump boots khaki cargo pants and a black polo shirt. He headed for the door clipping his keys to one of his left belt loops. He headed for the counter after passing through the front door. A seat taken he plucked up a menu and began sifting through the offerings as he waited for the waitress to have time to take his order. –d
John Nolan Smith: Johnny was sticking around Seattle, despite the weirdness that had occurred when he arrived. He had the distinct impression that Seattle was the one place where he wouldn't be considered ... odd. Too, no one had tried to burn him at the stake for his like of AC/DC, or the fact that he read books on the psychic mind. That was always a plus. It was early, but Johnny was hungry, and living out of a hotel didn't much allow for kitchen rights. Pulling into the diner, he parked the Range Rover and slid out, that silver topped cane tapping out a rhythm as he crossed the lot and stepped inside. He didn't need a table and headed instead to the counter, settling down and hooking his cane on the counter's edge. A nod was given his fellow diner and then he plucked a menu up from the stand to look it over.
ChildoftheMoiria: David turned at the sound of the door opening. Having your back to the door was one of the bad things about solo dining in such places. He caught the nod from the guy entering and returned it with a smile. He was soon distracted by the arrival of the waitress. "Um double order of pancakes and sausage and coffee black." David slipped the menu back into its holder as the woman moved off shouting his order to the fry cook. David watched her go and the guy settle near him. Leaning back he pushed his hand into one of the pockets on the cargo pants and pulled out a pair of thin black leather gloves and began to tug them onto his hands. Yup let’s not have an event to scare off the locals. –d
John Nolan Smith: Johnny watched the process, struck by the familiarity of it and then looked to the waitress as she approached. "Two eggs over easy, hash browns, sourdough toast and bacon." He slipped the menu back into place, then looked back at his counter mate as the waitress called the order back. He started to say something, then stopped and pulled his phone, checked the screen and then waited. When it rang he slid the lock over and didn't even give a hello. "I'm fine, Bruce." He chuckled and shook his head. "No, you call every morning about this time. You seem to forget we're three hours apart and it's only five thirty here."
ChildoftheMoiria: Most people just assumed the gloves were yet another symptom of his PTSD and he never bothered to correct them. He had lived his life hiding what he was... Just like his aunt taught him. He noted the guy watching him but paid it no mind. Putting on gloves in the summer was kind of weird after all. He caught the snip of conversation had could not help the soft bit of laughter that flowed past his lips. I mean come on how often had he had that same exchange with friends that lived on the east coast. The waitress swung back by slipping his coffee in front of him. David lifted the cup at once and inhaled the scent and pushed out a contented sigh before taking a sip. –d
John Nolan Smith: "No, you didn't wake me; I'm just sitting down to breakfast." Yes he was still on Maine time, despite having been gone for months now. "I have to go, the place is crowded and I'm pissing people off." Lies, all lies. "Tell Sarah I will call her later today.... Why is it, everyone tells me to go out and get a life, see the world, stop locking myself away, and when I do, suddenly everyone worries?" He smiled at the waitress, and nodded his thanks for the glass of water. "Good bye Bruce." Chuckling, he hit end, and then slid his phone back into his pocket. He looked over at the other diner and shrugged. "Mother hen syndrome."
ChildoftheMoiria: David turned his attention to the other guy when he was spoken to and offered a grin. "My mom calls me twice a day just to make sure I'm alive. It killed her when I was out of county and she maybe got to call me once a week." He noted the hint of what sounded kind of like a New England accent. "You a transplant too or just visiting?" Yeah he could make polite conversation, after all the guy seemed good natured.. well so far. –d
John Nolan Smith: "Just visiting, so far. Haven't really planned that far ahead." He chuckled, "I finally took the advice of my friends and family to quit being a recluse." And what had drawn him all the way across the country had been more a series of events that he'd been compelled to follow. "What brought you here?" He leaned back a bit as his plate was set before him and then doctored his coffee, and lifted the cup to take a sip.
ChildoftheMoiria: David listened to the brief explanation and gave a nod of his head. The question turned on him he thought for a moment. "I guess it was a case of guy goes off to war. When he gets back to the small town he's from it just seems too small." That was the long and short of things. Add in a few things learned that made it more ideal and less painful than to be around. "I hope you are enjoying the city. If you have not checked it out the waterfront is an awesome place to visit." –d
John Nolan Smith: "Not as thoroughly as I want to. Got any recommendations?" Johnny dug into his breakfast, taking a sip of his coffee now and then between bites. When the waitress refilled his cup, he smiled to her and then reached for the fresh pitcher of cream. He paused a moment, holding the pitcher, a distant look crossing his features before he poured a dollop into his cup and set the pitcher back down.
ChildoftheMoiria: "If you have not been then the aquarium is a must see. Pike's fish market is good for a few photo's at least." David offered the two things as his own food arrived. David dug into the pancakes after just spreading butter over them. He noted the distant expression on the guy's face but well minded his own business for the moment the guy was spaced out. “All kinds of shops down there as well.. not to mention places for food, a few bars. So really it depends on what you’re looking for." –d
John Nolan Smith: "I'll have to put that on my to-do list." Johnny nodded. "I did see the Space Needle." Briefly. Way too much sensory input there. "Food is always good. I enjoy trying new things." New? Go from place known for its lobster to another. How new is that? One brow rose as he contemplated that. "You know what I mean. New places, new recipes...." he shrugged. "This place has pretty good food. Their chicken fried steak is to die for."
ChildoftheMoiria: "I tend to avoid places that get really crowded or I end up not staying long. I would advise going through the week. There are less people and well no kids around to ruin the experience." As the topics turned to food he glanced at waitress and laughed a bit. "The food here is ok. I will admit it's one of the better diners in town. I like Middle Eastern food and oriental most of the time. Well depending on how it's done. If you can find a good place then the food is healthier too." That blew out most Americanized dishes because they loaded that stuff with oils and sweet sauces to try and improve the flavor of cheaper products being used to make it. –d
John Nolan Smith: "Crowds and I don't exactly go hand in hand either. I wouldn't actually call it agoraphobia I just don't like people touching me, especially when I'm not expecting it." He finished off his meal and gave the waitress a nod when she asked if he wanted a refill on his coffee. He smiled to her and then added more cream, this time the dishwasher's love life was not involved in the process, thankfully.
ChildoftheMoiria: "Always creeps me out when people do that." David agreed with that one all the way. His mind was more along the guy was a germophobe because well it was not as if people like them encountered each other often or at all. Though the course of his life he had only encountered one other and that woman had been a blood relation. He finished the cup and slid the empty in the woman's direction so she could refill his after John's. –d
KrystalFlake: Krystal was a ray of sunshine this morning. Okay well if that ray came with bright blue eyes and nearly black hair that fell to the waist. She was wearing a dress that was a pale yellow with lavender flowers on it so maybe the sunshine was the yellow in the dress? she was such a girl and yet so not a girl either. Makeup done, but she would roll around and scrap with a man if it came down to it. Pushing into the door after she'd parked and gotten out of the Jeep, cause she couldn't come in beforehand unless she drove the Jeep through the windows, expensive and messy that was. [d]
John Nolan Smith: There had been others like himself that he'd come across. One in particular had been... highly unusual. And despite the language barrier, they'd managed to communicate. When the door opened, Johnny turned, and regarded the woman for a long moment. Finally he stopped staring and smiled; gave a nod as well and then turned back to the counter. "What was I saying?"
ChildoftheMoiria: Rolling around with Krystal maybe would be a fun thing... the scrap part though not so much. She struck David as the kind of woman who would fight to win. David turned at Krystal's entrance and gave a wave. "Hey boss, you stalking me?" The question given with a grin. The question asked by John had his attention turning back to him. "Um you don't like crowds or people touching you and I agreed. I think it's poor home training. Well other than hand shaking... that I'm sad to say is socially normal... or so I'm told." –d
KrystalFlake: His body language might have said he was staring at David's boss, but you know that was just an assumption and you know what you said about those right? She smiled at David and she dug in her purse and pulled out her phone. "It's that GPS tracker I planted under your skin when you were too busy to notice." Was she kidding? Of course... This time she was. The bright smile on her face held and edge though telling you she probably wasn't above such things. She looked at the man that David was talking to and smiled at him. "Morning." Cause her comment to David came with an implied good morning. Her social skills lacked sometimes when she knew you. It was the implied things that she just assumed people understood. If she was talking to you obviously she meant to say hello right? [d]
John Nolan Smith: Chuckling, Johnny nodded, then looked back at Krystal. "Good Morning." he looked back at David. "So are introductions, but sadly my manners seem to have taken flight so far. Johnny Smith." He offered his hand out to David, knowing he was gloved for a reason and speculating on the why. He'd gone through that phase himself. Looking back at Krystal, he smiled. "I'm terrible company, that way."
ChildoftheMoiria: Well David had worked around her enough to know the implied meaning. The chip comment had him grinning. "Awe I am worth chipping. Does that mean I'm a pet now?" He was pretty sure she was kidding. It was kind of hard to tell at times. You never knew what was a joke and was not.. but he was learning quick to pick up on some of the signs. He lifted a hand to the waitress in order to get her attention. "Another cup of coffee for the lady.. heavy on the cream and sugar." Yeah he paid attention to that kind of thing. Just like he knew Alex was forever chewing Wriggle chewing gum. When Johnny offered a hand out David looked at it for a moment before accepting the hand shake. "David Moore. The pretty lady is Krystal Flake.. a pleasure to meet you Johnny." –d
KrystalFlake: She took a seat down by the men, since they were at the counter she assumed since no one had said, and smiled between them. She lifted her hand in greeting. "Hello there Johnny Smith.. " Though something seemed to make her quirk her lips in amusement for a moment. Hey she had a Mr. and Mrs. Smith movie flash moment there don't mind her. "He just wishes he was my pet so I'd keep him in a dungeon. He's strangely masochistic for an IT guy. I thought working with computers might be punishment enough." She gave a shudder almost as if she meant it, which when it came to computers she might. [d]
John Nolan Smith: "The pleasure's mine." Johnny chuckled and then offered his hand to Krystal. "Masochism is a requirement for IT guys, I thought. Having to do with people who are, by and large technologically inept. Trust me; you should have seen my therapist trying to teach me how to use a cell phone." Johnny smirked, though he realized how that may have sounded. "I was in a car accident some years back. Put me in a coma for six years, during which all sorts of things changed." Understatement of the century.
ChildoftheMoiria: "I'm wearing you down!" David gave his best Urkle line to Krystal at the mention of keeping him under lock and key. "All IT guys love punishment.. we get to put up with people who unplug computers and don't know why they won't turn on." He just laughed as Johnny and he gave roughly the same answer in response. "I got some trouble after a bomb blast. There is nothing like waking up in a hospital and not really remembering how the hell you got there." Yeah they were both sitting at the counter. They had both come alone into the diner and well the tables were for parties of at least two. –d
KrystalFlake: Krystal laughed and glanced over at David, thanking the waitress when the coffee was set down in front of her. "You must have the patience of a saint then." Grinning she was about to take her cup up when Johnny offered his hand out to her. She didn't think anything of it and he wasn't projecting anything unusual currently. The energy coming from him was pretty mild. Then again if he was shielding better than David and his strange pulsing that was probably why. Her hand reached into his and if he was an active reader by content and he got the low down on the dishwashers love life he was in for a porn-tastic vision of epic proportion touching Krystal. Heat, sex, death, sadness you named it, but ultimately pleasure was the winner amongst it all. Oh good so Krystal was sandwiched between two cute guys, she wouldn't complain! [d]
John Nolan Smith: "Jesus!" He leaned back, and shook his head, letting out a breath before tugging at his collar. "Is it hot in here?" He reached for his water and drained it, then motioned to the waitress for another. Yes, he had gotten a mind's eye full. "Whew...." Taking up the refilled glass, he took a deep drink before setting it down.
ChildoftheMoiria: "Well I'm a computer nerd.. we have to show patience. You pretty ones always go for the dumb jocks first." David offered with a little bit of laughter. He watched the hand shake. Yup he said nothing but he studied both of them looking at each much the same way Krystal had studied him the night before. "Must be the coffee, they serve it really hot here." –d
KrystalFlake: Krystal perked up an eyebrow at him when he let her hand go and suspected there was something else going on that she had kind of missed. That in turn made her think he was not all of what he seemed, especially that spike in energy when he touched her. Her hand slid along her thigh smoothing out the skirt of her dress, well it wouldn't do any good to smooth a form fitted bodice would it? "I'm wearing a dress so no, I do not have that issue." She smiled ever so pleasantly and lifted her mug to sip on the coffee that had been set down in front of her. His reaction though set off the tasty snack meter that she had. Krystal loved a good reaction instead of one that had them running for the hills. she lowered her mug. "Just the way I like it." But she was quirking those lips in a smile that had hidden meaning. It sort of made you wonder what was going on in her head. [d]
John Nolan Smith: What was going on in that head would put the Houston 500 to shame. "Yeah, the coffee." He nodded. "That must be it." He was about coffee’d out at that point. He was now drinking water, and sticking to it. "So you two work together." Johnny nodded as he looked between them. "So you're in IT as well?" He looked back at Krystal and studiously avoided looking anywhere but her eyes. He'd seen enough of the rest to fuel the imagination and didn't want to appear to be staring. So he stared at the focal point above her neck. Which sadly also had his eyes drifting to her mouth from time to time but he caught it before it crossed that line in to creepy and looked back at her eyes.
ChildoftheMoiria: David finished a few more bites of the food in front of him. He was content for the moment to study the pair of them and enjoy the rest of his food. Yup he was wondering what was in her head at the moment but also just in general. He was of course now kind of suspecting that John over there might be more than he appeared to be. The question about Krystal being in IT right when he was about to take a sip of coffee sent him laughing and coughing at the same time. David recovered quickly though. "We do work together but she lets me do the IT work. She loves the cheap labor." –d
KrystalFlake: Her lips pursed together and that was a distinct no shake to her head when he asked if she was in IT. "No, I am in to personal security... Well, mostly." Of course after what he saw personal security might take on a whole new meaning. "Arranging bodyguards for people, security staff for events and systems for homes and businesses." She smiled and nodded her head in David's direction. "I'm more of a people person than he is." Laughing she set the cup down and ordered a cheese danish. "It is a talent that I have to know what people need, a gift really." One hand waved in the air, but her tone was completely light to show she was joking a little bit. "What about you? What do you do?" It was not that easy to keep your eyes from straying when she had a full and pleasant smile, but those bright blue eyes certainly made it easier for sure. David was probably learning how best to split his time between above and below the neck without looking like the cartoon version of a wolf drooling wasn't he? Ha! [d]
John Nolan Smith: "I.... gathered such." he nodded and took another drink of his water. "I used to be a science teacher. Retired after my accident." He looked back at David and chuckled. "Cheap labor doesn't mean it's any less effective. Just means you can be had." And with the view, who could blame the man? He looked back at Krystal. He had a hard enough time tuning things, people, out when he'd first been ... involved with someone after the accident. Somehow he didn't think tuning them out would be so easily done with this one.
KrystalFlake: "Excuse me gentlemen." Phone rang and she slid off the stool and stepped outside to take it.
ChildoftheMoiria: Sure the best way was to sit a few feet away so you could enjoy the entire view at one time duh. David had never denied checking out Krystal.. Bren or a few others. He continued on with his coffee after the last bite of food was taken in. He noted the border line creepy eyes thing Johnny had going on.. but who could blame him. The comment on being had caused David to grin. "Well I'm pretty good at what I do." He nodded to Krystal when she excused herself for the phone call. "No rest for the wicked it seems. So a former teacher, so you just travel now?" –d
John Nolan Smith: "So it seems." Johnny gave a nod, "For now. It was easier to take off and see a bit of the world than to stay home and ...." be considered a freak. Or worse. He'd actually been sued a time or two for saving someone. No good deed going unpunished and all that. "Just ... taking a break." Trying to, anyway. It wasn't always easy and some things simply could not be ignored.
ChildoftheMoiria: David had lived with the condition for years. His level of control at one point had been very high. Then the blast took away his control and he was trying to cope. He just nodded his head in understanding. "Sometimes home just gets too small. Trust me I know." And he had said as much when the conversation had begun. David signaled the waitress again. "A diet coke please..." The lady nodded her head and turned to fill a glass with ice and the soda before sliding it in front of David. –d
John Nolan Smith: "That it does. Especially when the town you grow up in is small to begin with." Cleaves Mills wasn't exactly a metropolis. In fact it was about as far from as one could get without being in the sticks. Johnny didn't do sticks well either. "So where are you from originally?" Johnny gave up on the water and went with iced tea. At least it was a paid for item, now that his food was gone.
ChildoftheMoiria: David did well in the sticks. When everything else was falling apart a long hike away from people and thier energy helped stop the flow of information and images into his head. "I am from a little town called Ferndale here in Washington. My folks moved here to help my aunt after my father retired from the Army." The place was still far from packed so David did not mind taking up the space. He would just make sure the tip reflected his prolonged occupation of the space not to mention the service. –d
John Nolan Smith: "Get to see them often?" He wasn't sure how far away Ferndale was, but it would be nice, no doubt to be able to go see one's parents whenever the mood struck. "So you're at least a second generation military man. Funny how those things tend to run in the family. My dad was something of a scholar, but business was his strong suit. Dad made money, Mom did charity work."
KrystalFlake: Krystal walked back in, pushing her sunglasses on the top of her head and headed back over to her seat. Frowning as she got there. Her coffee mug was pushed back and she motioned for another one to go with the Danish that was now sitting waiting for her. [d]
John Nolan Smith: Johnny glanced at her as she came back, but refrained from commenting. It wasn't his business, whatever it was that caused that expression.
ChildoftheMoiria: "Nope I have not been back. There are bad memories there. I talk to them several times a day." Yeah he loved his family but contact right now was over rated. There were to many issues going on that they did not understand. They knew about some of his issues. David made room for Krystal's return to the counter "Third really though I was the first officer. My grandfather and father were both drill sergeants." –d
John Nolan Smith: "That must have been tough as a kid growing up." Smiling he could only imagine. "Man. Talk about a double whammy, right out of the gate."
KrystalFlake: She was frowning cause her coffee had gotten cold because she perked right up when a new one had been put down in front of her. Picking it up in her hands and making a sort of happy noise when she took the first sip. It was like having a prissy cat sometimes. Fickle. "Maybe that's why he is such a masochist." Grinning at the rim of her mug though she didn't look at either of them as she said it. Fork and knife picked up she went to work on the Danish. Normally would have eaten it with her hands, but she was feeling a bit on the girly side today. [d]
ChildoftheMoiria: David just rolled his shoulders. "Well you grow up in it and it seems normal." It had kept him focused and the strictness of it made him practice a good deal of self-control... self-control that helped with the demands from his aunt for the training she provided. "It was not really a nightmare. I am sure that is why I like structure though. I don't know about the masochist thing though.. it does mean I'm good at following orders. Like I told you and Bren I'm at least half way house broken." –d
John Nolan Smith: Must be the dress. When David explained about his upbringing and house broken status, Johnny laughed. "That was one thing that Sarah appreciated. The fact that I actually put the seat back down. I used to tell her she could thank my mother for that..." He trailed off and then gave the diner a look. It wasn't so much that he was home sick, he was just once more reminded of all he'd lost in six years.
KrystalFlake: Probably was the dress. So much easier to brush off crumbs and stuff from a tee shirt and shorts than a dress where you risked flashing someone. Krystal didn't look at the men directly, but she was listening to the conversation. It wasn't the same kind of loss, but she could hear it both in their tone of voice. Somewhere in there something had turned serious. Her hand reached out and rest on David's forearm in what was meant to be a reassuring gesture. Had she have known better she might not have touched him at all, but she didn't know any better. Well, that was going to suck for him wasn't it? "Sometimes we lose things and it's hard to figure out what to do after that." [d]
ChildoftheMoiria: "Ah my lesson in that came from my aunt. Only took one time of her backside hitting water before she made sure I remembered." Yup there was a note of fondness in the remembrance. David noted Johnny trailing off. David opened his mouth to say something but Krystal laid a hand on his arm. Whatever he was about to say was lost and his eyes lost focus as things flickered in his head. He was no were close to ready for the contact when he happened. So along with the images from Krystal came the surface thoughts from Krystal, Johnny, the waitress and even the fry cook. It took David almost two seconds to slowly pull away and force a smile. "Excuse me... yup he was overloading.. a thin trail of blood began to trickle from his nose as he turned and headed for the bathroom. –d
John Nolan Smith: "Sometimes there isn't anything you can do." Because really, it sucked ass to wake up after six years and find out your fiancée married someone else, who was helping her raise your son. A son who didn't even know you existed prior to your waking. "Or should, for that matter." Why rip apart a family just because life was unfair for you? Johnny noted David's reaction to the touch on his arm, and then watched as he rose and headed for the restroom. He could empathize. He'd been mobbed more than once by people all wanting to touch him to know what he saw about them. It wasn't just confusing, it was disorienting as hell.
KrystalFlake: Krystal blinked rapidly because that was a lot more coming off of him than she expected. She didn't know what it was, but if flavor was a good word to put to it she was certain that David and Johnny were just that... The same flavor. Her lips pressed together a moment as she sought to make sense of the situation and her tongue flickered across them momentarily. Turning slowly in her seat she looked at Johnny. "I think you two have a lot more in common than either of you are saying." She narrowed her eyes a little thoughtfully as she was looking at him, head cocked to one side. It was that microscope look that David was asking her about last night. They weren't bugs, but she was most definitely studying them. Maybe if there hadn't been a similar taste to them she'd have let it go... But. Those bright blue eyes slid toward the restroom. "I can't go in there, maybe you could check and see if he's alright?" And you were both out of ear shot to maybe fess up or something was her sort of implication. [d]
ChildoftheMoiria: At least it was not a total melt down. When that happened things started to tremble around him. David's parents had been properly freaked out in those first years when his control was shit and his powers began to manifest. David's mind was reeling with that unique flavor of conflicting data. He pushed his way into the bathroom already working at pulling the blocks back into place. He hit the stall and rolled out some tp and tipped his head back to help stop the flow of blood. The thoughts from others began to fade out and his mind turned to the flashes of sex heat and other things. He was trying to put logic to it all. –d
John Nolan Smith: "The gloves are a dead giveaway. At least to someone who's tried that route." He rose and smiled, then headed off to the men's room to make sure the guy was not going to have a major issue with the nose bleed. Stepping inside, he moved to the sink and started washing his hands simply for something to do rather than make it seem odder than it was that he'd followed him. "You okay?" He turned the water off, and flicked his fingers before moving to pull down a paper towel or two.
KrystalFlake: This left Krystal sitting at the counter alone and she decided not to say anything about the gloves. I mean she had thought it odd, but she didn't need gloves for any of the reasons they did. Of course she wasn't sure exactly what THAT was just yet, but she was starting to figure it out. [d]
ChildoftheMoiria: "Full of joy.." David offered from inside the stall his voice holding that weird nasal quality. He believed he knew what the guy was.. but David was not ready to put it all out there. He appeared out of the stall as Johnny was drying his hands. David moved to the sink and bent over it to splash water in his face. Lifting up he turned to grab a few of the paper towels and blotted his face. "I think you are right.. it's a little hot in here." –d
John Nolan Smith: "That it is." he nodded, tossing the paper towels into the trash. "Dries out the sinuses. A saline nasal spray will help with that." Science teacher. You could take the man out of the classroom... "So..." And with him running out of conversation without being totally weird, in the men's room no less, he moved back to the door.
KrystalFlake: Men were so helpful. Maybe they should fist bump? She would have rolled her eyes at the exchange between them. You know if she could see it. As it was she was watching the door intently without getting directly involved. You know it was the physical contact with her that had set either of them off to start with so she sort of inwardly sighed at the issue. Well, guess that was a hands off issue now wasn't it? She pushed the half eaten Danish away and the half cup of the coffee. [d]
ChildoftheMoiria: David finished drying his face and pulled in a deep breath as he shut his eyes. As was his habit he was drawing lines of logic to what he had pulled. His leaps were not often wrong.. but he was and would for a long while be operating on incomplete data. "Yeah it sucks to be touched when you are not ready for it." David opened his eyes and moved to head out of the rest room right after Johnny. IT was as close as he was going to come to an out and out admission of his abilities. Last thing he needed was to get locked upin a mental hospital. David headed back to his seat stripping off the useless damn gloves with a sigh. "Sorry boss, nose bleed." –d
John Nolan Smith: "That it does." More times than not, anyway. Moving back out to the counter, Johnny resumed his seat, then eyed Krystal's Danish. "Waitress, I'll have one of those and another glass of tea. Thanks." He looked back to the other two then.
KrystalFlake: That touch had been intentional because he had never touched her without his gloves prior to now. She hadn't thought much of it till now, but his hand resting on her arm had her shutting down as much as she could. Her walls slammed shut harder than she normally would have and he got a glimpse to know that the sex was most definitely not an illusion and it was all her, but he wasn't getting as much of a read as he might have if she hadn't now been paying attention. "No, not leaving just having her get it ready to go." She was smiling full of just as much relaxation and sunshine as she had been when she walked in. She turned on her stool looked at Johnny. "But it looks like our friend here is." [d]
ChildoftheMoiria: David's problem was he was no longer sure how to make it all background noise anymore. David noticed what was there but just as much what was not. He leaned back in his chair and turned a glance to Johnny at the mention of him leaving. Yup he did not have alot to add unsure if the guy was leaving or not. David grabbed up his coke and finished a good bit of it. Yup he had questions before and after today he had piles more of them. Bren had out and out told him Alex and Krystal knew about what she was.. after today David was wondering what the hell both of them might be..-d
John Nolan Smith: "Just too lazy to go out again." Johnny smiled to them both. "Might actually take in that aquarium. It sounds like it would be interesting. And unless I am mistaken I think there was a maritime museum somewhere in the area."
KrystalFlake: "I'm not really sure. I haven't played tourist all that much since I have been here." She glanced between the pair of them and then just came out and laughed. "I feel like I am at a tennis match trying to look between the two of you as you are talking. If we aren't going to sit at a table, maybe we could all grab something to go and find a patch of grass to sit and have a picnic." Was she serious? Sure why not. Didn't hurt anyone to have a picnic. [d]
ChildoftheMoiria: "It's down by the waterfront and yeah it is pretty nice." David had played tourist a good bit unlike his boss. At Krystal's suggestion David offered a grin. "I am game, I was just getting a jump on the coming week today. Don't want people thinking I'm sleeping in the office closet now do I?" He lifted a hand to flag the waistress. "Let me get a pattymelt to go and a large diet coke to go." He was fishing out his card as he added. "Put all three on one bill..." The instruction given as he offered the woman his card. –d
John Nolan Smith: "Sounds like a plan to me." He put his own order in, and then looked over at David. "At least let me get the tip." He dug his wallet out and did a rough estimate as to what the bill would be, doubled the tax and laid the amount out on the counter for the tip. "So, any particular patch of grass in mind?"
KrystalFlake: It was seriously taking her an act of God not to reach out and touch someone right now. Oh she was managing a good friendly face, but tasty was sitting to her left and right. Someplace open way more public and she wasn't sitting down would help. Movement was a distraction. Sitting here with them was not. She flipped open her purse and grabbed a tube of gloss. "Hmm.." Said as she was gliding it across and smacking her lips just faintly before tossing it in. "There's a park on the waterfront and plenty of patches of grass. I probably have a blanket in my Jee... You know what grass might be better." If they were reacting that way to touching her who knows what could happen touching her blanket. No comments from the peanut gallery. They should probably ride in David's truck too if Johnny wasn't driving. She would follow. [d]
ChildoftheMoiria: "Works for me..." David replied to the mention by Johnny of getting the tip. The waitress returned with the slip and David pulled a pen from his pocket and signed it. "IF you don't have a blanket in your jeep I have one in the tool box on my truck. The water front sounds good to me." Krystal was fighting urges. David was fighting the puzzle in his head. It would take him time to filter through the things in his head but he would get there in time. "You come in a car Johnny or do you need a ride. I'm sure you can get a ride with either one of us." –d
John Nolan Smith: "Sounds like a plan." He nodded and rose, keys to the Range Rover pulled and he waggled them at the two of them. "Looks like we're caravanning it." He plucked his cane up from its rest against the counter and turned, stepping away toward the door, the cane giving that rhythmic tap against the floor as he walked.
KrystalFlake: "Okay David you lead the way, not sure where you want to park. I'll stay in the middle." And before she found a way to make that a sexual reference she actually closed her mouth and dropped her sunglasses down hiding her eyes and headed out the door. Yeah it was getting hotter in there, she could feel it from the inside. Something was hungry and it wasn't her stomach. Damn it she actually walked out of the place without grabbing her sandwich. See she was distracted. Their fault entirely. [d]
ChildoftheMoiria: David got his paddy melt and drink, Unclipping his keys from his belt loop he followed Krystal and Johnny out of the diner. HE noted that Krystal's order was still on the counter so turned and grabbed it as well. He caught up to her quickly enough and passed off the sandwich. "Guess in thinking about being in the middle you forgot this." Never fear he was there with the sexually charged back up joke. That was him Mr. Helpful. David headed for his truck and soon the thing was growling to life. -d
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InkedPr1ncess: The drawing pad was out on the table and Bren looked to be really intense about whatever it was she was drawing. Not to mention she looked like shit even though she had been home to take a shower and get herself awake. Hair was still damp and she had on some gray cargo shorts, a multi colored tank top and flip flops. Food had already been ordered and she was probably forgetting about her soda that was getting watered down. Blah mood for her was an understatement. :::
KrystalFlake: Krystal didn't have quite the blah look to her, but she had a long day yesterday. As much as she wanted to perk up about it she was still frowning from the encounter. She the company had been pleasant and all, but damnit it made her realize a whole lot of things. She had a canvas tote on one shoulder that she was dropping her phone into as she walked into the diner. Sunglasses pushed on top of her head and she caught sight of Bren when she stepped in further. Walking over she sat down next to her. "Well don't you look chipper today." Krystal had opted for jean shorts and a fitted V neck tee in a navy color and a pair of brown gladiator sandals. [d]
InkedPr1ncess: When she looked up, she smiled for Krystal but that was about all she could manage and she was glad for the company. "I think my life is a snow globe that someone keeps shaking up just to knock me around a bit. How are you? You look cute today." When did Krystal not look good? That was the question. :::
KrystalFlake: Krystal enjoyed dressing up and looking cute. It was about the girliest thing about her. "Thank you. Why is your life a snow globe?" Because Krystal felt like she understood the analogy, but wasn't sure what the cause of it was. I mean it could be anything from Logan to Kaly. That was a wide range of things even in just two names. [d]
InkedPr1ncess: She would have had one of those right but she didn't say that out loud yet. "I woke up this morning in a friend's spare bedroom after being very drunk and I think he might have carried me to bed. And Logan and I aren't dating anymore." That bothered her, not because of the fact that she was single but that she got attached to a guy who was really unattachable. :::
KrystalFlake: She raised a brow and slid her tote into the chair next to her. "Why aren't you dating?" The spare bedroom they could get back to in a minute. The fact that Logan and Bren weren't dating was actually a little bit of a surprise because honestly they seemed to be hitting it off really well. There didn't appear to be any reason not to date one another. [d]
InkedPr1ncess: "I should have known better than to get involved with him. He's nice and sweet but he has some issues and I just didn't see it going anywhere even if I wanted it to be." She hadn't gotten serious but maybe one day she could have seen that happening. But it was probably better that way before she did get close to him. :::
KrystalFlake: "Well, on the plus side you are free to torment my employee since I can't sleep with him." She smiled and reached across to squeeze Bren's hand. "Emotionally unavailable is hard, but sometimes it's just better to enjoy all the people around you. Relationships happen when you least expect it. Just go have fun. Don't get down about someone that you barely knew." That was her advice at least. Krystal might be relationship-a-phobic, but she had a damn good reason not because she'd always been this way. [d]
InkedPr1ncess: "Probably right. I just hate being wrong about these things. I thought it would turn into something, so we were taking it slow. But when you take it slow and realize it's not gonna happen, then there is something wrong. And I would torment your employee but as great as we get along, I still think he's afraid I'm gonna wolf out on hm and scare him to death." She and David were past the pretending stage, they knew each other but they still weren't talking about it. :::
KrystalFlake: She put her chin in her hand. "I really really wish both of you would have told me what happened from the start. If we hadn't run into another magic hands guy yesterday I am fairly certain he'd have continued to keep it from me." Shaking her head she sort of sighed. "But I know damn good and well I am not letting him touch me any time soon. I barely brushed his arm and he got a nosebleed." She waved her other hand dismissively. "Oh well. I think once he stops being spooked about you he's going to wonder a little harder who and what your friends are now." [d]
InkedPr1ncess: "Told you about what happened?" She didn't understand what Krystal meant by that but then as soon as she said magic hands guy she realized. "Wasn't my place to tell you and he didn't want anybody to know. That's what caused the bad nosebleed, he grabbed my hand by mistake. But I know he's at least dealing better, he's asked me a few questions." :::
KrystalFlake: "Yeah well I don't need him asking any questions about what the hell I am." She nodded matter of factly about that because that would take a whole lot of explaining. "If he thought you were crazy he might seek to have me just locked up." She laughed and shook her head trying to picture explaining what she was to David. Hell she hadn't even told Bren what she was and she probably would believe her. "Questions are good. He wants to find someone to help him deal with his little issue. I don't know any magic hands people, but maybe someone could point him in the right direction." [d]
InkedPr1ncess: "I told him maybe Alex could help. I'm certainly not giving up any of his information but he knows people. He's having a hard time and I understand it. i think he got a vision of me in the other form and it almost caused him to have a heart attack." David was a good friend though, and now that they had gotten past the unpleasantries, he was great to have around. "I think he's protective of me, you and Alex. I can't say I'd complain much, it's nice to have somebody watching again." :::
KrystalFlake: "He's a good guy, but I can't touch him. What I've done would give him a heart attack I'm fairly certain. All kidding aside. He's safer not going there with me." When someone saw something they couldn't explain and you didn't have time to explain it before they freaked out then it just was bad all around. "Still, I think that he's fun to have around. I just think he's going to take some time being okay with a world that he thought was all make believe, movies and comics." [d]
InkedPr1ncess: "Agreed. But I'm glad we're friends, if he has questions I can try to answer them or direct him to someone who can. But I don't purposely freak him out. Gotta just take time is all." She finally took a drink of the watered down soda and made a face before she pushed it away, glad her crispy chicken salad was brought out because she was hungry. Least that day she wouldn't be going and asking for food. :::
KrystalFlake: "I was just coming in to grab something to go. Did you want to get together later on tonight? Maybe watch a movie, go for a dip somewhere?" Throw in a few drinks whatever floated your boat kind of night. Krystal wasn't in any kind of set planning kind of mood, but she was throwing it out there so that neither of them would be bored sitting on a couch and twiddling their thumbs all night. [d]
InkedPr1ncess: That could be something she needed, some company to take her mind off of the things that had been happening. "I got a pool and it's heated if we need it. Could get some drinks, lil bit of food. Maybe we can drag Alex and Meghan if they're not busy." They could invite others too but she didn't know about that just yet. :::
KrystalFlake: "Whatever works. Chin up no moping around all day. Go buy a nice new bikini and I'll bring some ass juice." Yep she would totally bring a pitcher of that stuff to get Bren happy and drunk. Cause miserable was not aloud around Krystal. Standing up she walked around and slid an arm around Bren's shoulder. Her touch was just as warm as Bren's own skin maybe even a little warmer as her energy picked up sending a nice warm fuzzy in a naughty way down Bren's spine when she traced her neck. "Be in a good mood or I will be forced to use my mojo on you." Whispered softly teasing against her ear and she kissed her cheek. [d]
InkedPr1ncess: Nice new bikini? She had a few she could still wear. Then she felt that warmth and she shivered from it, and her touch was just divine for about five seconds. "You are incorigible, you know that? Lucky I like you so much. And I will try and be in a good mood, I promise." It was doubtful but she wasn't sure she wanted Krystal's mojo. The kiss to her cheek was returned, a light smile at least was given to her. "Get out of here before I really kiss you," she joked, looking forward to the evening. :::
KrystalFlake: "I'll get a kiss out of you sooner or later." Grinning Krystal stepped back and winked at Bren and picked up her order to go before she headed back out the door blowing a kiss. "You love it!" And she was off! [d]
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Post by Sasha Gray on Jul 11, 2013 15:59:59 GMT -8
MacabreSaVant: Didnt take to long. The car was ahead of him and he rode the bike close behind. It felt good to be back on the steel horse. Parked, leaning on that stand, he looked to Sasha. Waiting for her before he entered the Diner. –d
Sasha M Gray: Pulling into the lot, she parked the car and slid out, after calling herself in 10-7. She smiled to Mars and moved past him into the diner, a chuckle given as she made her way to the counter. "It only seems fitting."
MacabreSaVant: "What?" He smirked. " The venue?" He chuckled, he slid onto the stool by her . " This time you can finish your food and not have to tase a crazy son of bitch" Grins. A hand to wave to the waitress. –d
Sasha M Gray: Laughing, she nodded. "Well it's early yet, but that's the hope." She already knew what she wanted: A big fat, greasy burger that would harden arteries and assure a heart attack.
MacabreSaVant: He would order the chicken fried steak, side of fries, gravy, and add a T Bone, medium rare. Diet coke. When that last part was offered he peered at her. " I gotta watch my weight" Snickering. " Yeah.. well I remember what it felt like.. I dont think Im in need of a jolt of energy.. not yet anyway" –d
Sasha M Gray: "Well let's hope you can keep your figure." She snickered and then ordered a Dr Pepper and a chocolate shake to go with that burger. "How's the shop doing?" She back at him as she asked the question.
MacabreSaVant: "Its running itself. Ryder did a good job taking it over. The books are good, the crew is good" He nodded. " Leland is looking to open a racing strip. Might do him some good to put his energy it something positive hm?" –d
Sasha M Gray: "I think it would be good for him to throw himself into something. He needs an outlet; especially after all you've both been through." She paused, regarding him a long moment. "You know, if he needs someone to talk to, there are people, professional people, he can turn to."
MacabreSaVant: "He's not going to do it" He didnt mean to cut of her off, but he knew Leland well enough that he wouldn't want to do it. He took a drink of his soda." The witch told him.. he will become a slave to himself" He said quieter so she could hear him. Eyes flicked her way when he shared that tid bit. –d
Sasha M Gray: "And did she offer up any revelations as to how he can avoid it?" This witch seemed very nonspecific, for someone with so much specificity.
MacabreSaVant: "He had to face himself" A shrug of shoulder. "Its up to Leland" Finally, food came out to their table and he was already going at it by cutting up the chicken fried steak in squares. –d
Sasha M Gray: "Hm. Yeah, I definitely gotta meet this witch." She minimized the rabbit food and then lifted her burger, taking a good sized bite out of it and chewing slowly.
MacabreSaVant: Fork stabbed the chunks of meat and brought it to his mouth and ate. Glancing over to her he nodded. " Yeah.. I told you " After which he popped a few fries into his maw. Behometh of a man chowing down with a woman, who could put away as much food as he could. It amazed many people really. –d
Sasha M Gray: McNeil had started making comments about her appetite, she told him to watch it or she'd be having him for dinner with a side of fava beans and a nice Chianti. He somehow took her seriously. For all of a week. "So what the fuck happened down there? Alex is a little ... off."
MacabreSaVant: Mars had slowed on his ravaging of the food when she asked about what happened. " Alot.." He replied. Eyes flicked ot her. "What do you want to know? The whole thing, or why Alex is different abit?" –d
Sasha M Gray: "As much as you can tell, here." She glanced around and then looked back at him. He knew what she meant. Walls had ears at times.
MacabreSaVant: "I know. I'll tell you about it when we're elsewhere." Where? The house, the garage, the lake. Somewhere else. –d
Sasha M Gray: She nodded and then went back to eating. She was going to need dessert after this, and as she popped a fry into her mouth she reached for the dessert menu and looked it over.
MacabreSaVant: Mars got a text on his phone, he paid for his meal and looked to Sasha. "Rain check on that talk. I gotta go take care of somethings. " He patted her forearm gently before he headed off.
Sasha M Gray: "Sure thing." She nodded and watched him go, then went back to eating fries and eyeing the dessert menu.
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Post by Sasha Gray on Jul 11, 2013 18:22:56 GMT -8
NiteotheAngel: Kalypso had been staying out of the house most of the day. Earlier she had gone to the Muse Cafe. And then spent some time down by the lake. Then went back to the house to change. She had not been in the mood to cook or stick around much so she figured she would go to the diner for food. Then she had the doctors appointment for shots and stuff for school. So, right now her mood was not the best. After spending most of the day at the health department so she could get back into school. She was in a pair of mid high industrial boots that had a corset style front followed by a simple black pleated skirt and a red shirt that was off the shoulder which seemed to be the look. Her hair was tossed up in a ponytail for a change. As she took the bus. Heading inside as she moved to the counter and ordered a double burger with onion rings on the burger and on the side. Before taking a seat.::
A beast at heart: - She had worked up quite the appitite that afternoon that old truck truckin on down the road with the radio blaring and her singing right along she headed to the diner. In truth it would be pure happen stance that Kalypso just happened to be there to. Pulling open the door she walked in a pair of old beige cargo pants hung off of her hip's splattered with a deep blue paint and speckled with a lighter gray shade. White wife beater looked like it was borrowed from someone much bigger than her and tied up on the side to make it a tad more fitted. Her hair had been up and braided off of her neck her skin showing signs of paint splatter as well. It was hell making a masculine space liveable sometimes. Flip flop's flopped across the floor as she hopped up onto the stool palms slapping out a small tune to get the wiatressses attention. Wide grin on her face. Quick upnod to the kid- " Well hey trouble..." - To Kaly obviously. Then Sasha was also spied out of the corner of her eye. After the previous conversation with Marsten the night before she wasn't sure hwo to approach that situation. Simply giving her a nod...since she only knew her in more of a 'law enforcement' capacity than anything else- d
NiteotheAngel: Kalypso seen Sasha but figured she wanted her space. She then looked to Anna.::"Hey doing some decorating or do you always look like a Jackson Pollock when you feel good.":: Soft smile as she looked to Annalysee.::"And whose room have you been painting? I considered making mine look like a rubics cube.":: Teasing tones of course as she spoke with Annalysee::
Sasha M Gray: When first one, then the other arrived, Sasha gave them a nod. She'd almost narrowed down her dessert selection but was vacillating between two choices.
A beast at heart: - Her brow's lifted after ordering herself a milkshake and she offered a grin- " Oooh you have jokes a sense of humor? Who the hell knew?" - She teased right back. No malice or worry. What did she have to worry about?- " And I have been painting my room.." - She cast those darkly outlined hazel's sideways at her- " Bare wall's depress me...Rubic's cube huh? Nerd much?" - She placed the straw between her lips to suck up the vanilla ice cream goodness in the chilled glass- " I guess im going to be sticking around awhile" - she shrugged- d
NiteotheAngel: "Now why would you do something like stick around. I thought all a girl could depend on was herself? I thought it would be interesting. But not the colors of a rubics cube just use the pattern at least on one wall.":: Smiles a bit as she looked to Annalysee. Nodding to Sasha as she then turned her attention beack to Annalysse.::"Or I could just cover you in paint and have you lay against my wall. Might be quicker to paint that way.":: Smirks a bit as she couldnt help but laugh a bit.::"Yeah Im full of surprises. Ehhh I spent some time down in at this little artsy cafe."::
A beast at heart: - She laughed- " Well trust me it wasn't my intention but its what you do when your asked. Besides the boy's need all the help they can get.." - she eyed her knowingly- " And it is true. In the end you have only yourself but it never hurts to balance out the testosterone with a little estrogen. You should be kissing my feet" - She took another sizeable sip- " I agree but...still nerdy...and dont you dare threaten me with a good time. I got the paint at home to do it" - She noded and waited for her burger to come...smelling the smell of food was making her tummy rumbly.- " That's cool. Artsy Cafe's...a breeding ground for teenage angst. Im sure you fit right in" - She had a pretty interesting day herself but nothing she could discuss with Kaly so it all just sort of swam around in her head as her fingertips continued to pound out that soft rythm on the counter top- d
NiteotheAngel: "Let me guess my brothers asked you to stay or Ryder?":: Raising a brow as she looked to her. She knew something was up but was not ready to push. she still had some other things on her mind. ::"Bren wants me to work at her shop. Then when I turn sixteen I will be able to be paid more regularly. The only problem is my brothers have to sighn paperwork since Im under 18. I hope they do. Then maybe Ryder can come back and work for my brothers. Since I wont be there as much.":: Softly sighs as the food was brought to the table.She stretches as she gets ready to eat her burger and some onion rings.::
A beast at heart: - She offered a smile- " Something like that. Whats the matter dont want me around?" - It was an honest question. It wasn't easy for women of any age to deal with another one being in such close proximity. She nodded and smiled- " That's great Kaly!" - She was genuinelly excited- " That would be a great opportunity for you. A job is a good responsibility and a chance to get out of the house and ya know do things...I am sure your brothers wouldn't mind you wanting to show a little initiative. Its a good step forward" - She offered her a wink- " I bet it will be great and you know as far as Ryder goes. Things can change. I wouldn't even bring it up until someone else asked you about it. Honestly if your Brothers want him to come back they will find a way to get him back. Dont worry so much about it" – d
ChildoftheMoiria: The repeated use of the word nerd is perhaps what made David pick the diner to be the place he grabbed dinner. The lifted F150 pulled into the parking lot and soon after David was climbing out of the truck. He was dressed in faded jeans and a pair of jump boots worked to a high shine on the toe cap. A white wife beater finished off the look. David clipped his keys to one of his left belt loops and dug his iphone from his pocket. He scrolled through his messages as he pushed into the diner and started for the counter. He slipped into an open seat. He did not even look up from his phone only speaking when the waitress came within about ten feet. "Let me get a burger and an order of fries and a diet coke...." He stopped toying with his phone to pull out his wallet and lay a few bills on the counter. –d
A beast at heart: - Her flip flop's were flopped against the balls of her feet since her hands had gone still the rythm had to be kept somehow right? not to mention it was a little less noticeable. As more a force of habit she heard the door open and her attention was pulled in that direction. She gave a quick once over before the straw was placed back between her lip's and the suctioned pull finished off her milkshake just about the time her own burger arrived- " Thanks so much sweet cheeks" - She pushed the empty glass forward and looked down at the glorious greasy creation on her plate. Painting really took a lot out of a gril. Her fingertips were still stained with color as was...well most of her but what the hell. She dug in- d
Sasha M Gray: Sasha had finally decides on the apple pie, but she ordered a shake to go with it. She gave the order to waitress, then looked over at the burger and fries guy. Her own had been killed some time ago and she had just finished off her Dr Pepper, but she was, more times than not, a bottomless pit. Not that it showed. High metabolism and chasing perps down the street tended to keep one fit.
NiteotheAngel: Kalypso looked to the door as someone else arrived. She then looked to Annalysse and nodded.::"True, your right. I know if not for me then Ryder wouldnt have left. Yeah it may do me some good though to not only be under the hood of a car but. I guess its difficult because thats when Mars and I would have some of our best conversations.":: Sighs as if full but she was still a bit sore.::"Had to get shots done today for school. Making sure my shot records are all up to date.":: Makes a face at the thought but she knew it had to be done.::
ChildoftheMoiria: David seemed to be fixated on his phone as usual. He projected out what amounted to a bubble around himself to let him know if he was being approached. Well provided the person entering it was not a natural dead zone for him or they knew how to shield from people like him. He was sifting through the events of the last few days. His calm expression was no kind of indication of the chaos working though his head at the moment. He did not even look up as the waitress slipped close to slide his coke in front of him. "Thank you ma'am..." he uttered at last looking up from the phone to give the woman a hint of a smile. The glance up had Sasha come into view. He gave her a nod of his head. He remembered the face from Bren's the night he got the news. "Hello there, you are Sasha right, one of Bren's friends?" –d
A beast at heart: " That may be but its in the past now so just let the adults handle it now. If he wants to come back he is a grown ass man and he will. If not then nothing much you can do about it now" - Spoken between bites.- " Shots? Seriously?: Your complaining about shots?" - She chuckled lowly because well...it was kind of endearing- " Dont worry. Leland will come back around and nothing says you still can't spend time together if you have a job. It doesn't have to be so dramatic" - That burger was nearly finished before she set it down on the plate and wiped her hands on the napkin- " Are you pretty excited for school to start?" –d
NiteotheAngel: She shook her head as she was close to finishing her burger. The shots didnt hurt they were just a pain in the ass to get. ::"No, because its like twice the pms.":: Smirking a bit as she sipped her drink and finished off the burger. she sighs a bit as she nods.::"Thats the thing the Garage was never a dramatic place. It really wasnt. I was fine working there as an apprentice and doing the paper work. I figured the guys enjoyed being under the hood more so then ordering parts or dealing with customers. the only time I had trouble was when customers tried to tell me how we screwed them. I mean really how od you get water in oil?":: Shakes her head a bit as she sighs.::"And that was only the one customer. Trying to get their work for free. I know the expectations of the shop and they are high."::
Sasha M Gray: Looking back over at David, she nodded and wiped her hand off. "I am. Sasha Gray. And you are?" He'd been at the party, briefly, but she hadn't caught his name.
ChildoftheMoiria: "I'm David Moore, I handle IT for Krystal." Yeah he had not been there long enough to really meet anyone he did not already know. He paused as the waitress came with his oder. With food slid in front of him he turned to his meal. Meals were just another clue to his background. He still ate like he only had a limited time or could get called away before it was finished. The burger was demolished in just a few bites and then David started to work on the fries between sips of his coke.-d
A beast at heart: - Her elbows were on the table her chin resting on her upturned fists listening- " I dont imagine the garage would be a dramatic place. Its a bunch of dudes scratching their balls and fixing cars...whats there to be dramatic about?" All I am saying is that the whole thing with you worrying and whatever of it is dramatic. Like I said. He's a grown ass man if he wants to come back he will. You will still get to spend time with your brother at some point and you'll have your own job and friends and life so just be excited about that....matter of fact new rule" - She put the last bit of food in her mouth and gnawed- " No more dwelling on things you can't change...offense punishable by me kicking your ass" - She nodded- " Sound fair?" - Annalysse had always had this sarcasm one could never tell if she was kidding. Sort of kidding...or being completely serious- d
NiteotheAngel: "Yeah well right now my brother thinks that He doesnt mean anything to me. I about wanted to sock him for that shit. ":: Sighs as she listens to Annalysse as she smiles and nods. Taking a bite of her onion ring as she was caught mid bite. Once she finished she looked to her.::"But, isnt everything I do wrong already punishable by you at this point under the new rules.":: Looking to her straight faced as one couldnt tell if she was serious or joking. But, in in this case maybe a little of both. As she worked on the onion rings.::
Sasha M Gray: "Robbery/Homicide. Seattle PD. Good to meet you." She paused, eyes narrowing for a moment. "IT, huh. Could you like, tell me how to run a power point presentation on someone else's computer, from my desktop?" McNeil was going to get the most embarrassing show, ever.
ChildoftheMoiria: David glaced over at Sasha and nodded his head. "Yeah that would be simple. Even if the other person has it password blocked. I assume they are running a windows OS?" The question posed David popped a fry into his mouth and chewed before taking a sip of his coke.-d
Sasha M Gray: "Yeah, whole department is on Windows 7. We just upgraded, and McNeil's bitching that he can't find anything. He deserves a little fuckery." She nodded.
A beast at heart: - She huffed- " Everyone is entilted to their emotions. Even you. You just have to learn to control yours. Your brother feels that way for a reason. Because of your behavior but we are fixing that so just look forward" - She grinned deviously at that point- " Oh young skywalker you are leaaaarning. I feel like I should give you a gold star on your forehead or something..." - She would narrow her eyes- " But its good to see you are taking this seriously and I dont have to hide your dismembered body somewhere" – d
ChildoftheMoiria: David was fair at best when it came to a fight. Basic hand to hand and firearm training. The problem came that if he managed to get away from a person attacking him and he knew just a little bit about them they could get up with a credit score of a West Virgina meth head. "That shit is easy to crack open. Maybe a little harder if your IT guy is on his toes...No offence but local LEOs don't often have the buget for a good IT guy...Anyway yea it can be done." David rolled his shoulders and kind of grinned. "Just don't put my name out there. I don't want to get in trouble. I have a good clearance right now and don't want to ruin it." –d
Sasha M Gray: "I have never seen you before and wouldn't know you if I found you on my doorstep." She nodded. McNeil was gonna fucking freak. She snickered. "This will be good." She nodded. Sasha would blame Manetti and he and McNeil could argue over who was gonna get whom back.
NiteotheAngel: "True. What no faith in me that I wouldnt. Like I said there were very few people that actually sat down with me to chat. When people do that it goes a long way. ":: She takes a sip of her iced tea as she would parouse the desert menu. She sighed a minute as she looked to Annalysee from time to time.::"Nah no gold star needed. Still working on this whole being a kid thing. I guess. Figuring it out day by day. Its like looking at someone and telling them they should be 22 as if a number means something. Its just a number at times. "::
ChildoftheMoiria: David reached for his wallet again and fished out a business card. Leaning he offered it out to Sasha. "Give me a call and we can set it up. I will run through everything with you. Or you can call me once you have access and I can walk you through it on the phone.:" –d
A beast at heart: " Honestly kid I dont know if that is true. You probably had a lot of people sit down and try to talk to you, you just were too stubborn to listen or you didn't want to hear what they had to say" - She shrugged- " Its easy to listen to someone you dont really know very well because honestly you dont know my story. You dont know anything about me. When people are too close your attached to them and they are attached to you. Where as I am not. It means I can hold you to a different standard and i think your stubborn enough that you are trying to prove me wrong." - She tossed some money on the counter- " There is nothing to figure out. Your doing it right now. Get out of your own head for a few minutes and you'll see it really isn't all that hard." - She threw enough money on the counter to cover Kaly's meal as well- d
Sasha M Gray: Reaching out for the card, the warmth of her hand perhaps seeming a bit excessive as she slipped the card from his fingers and then turned it to look at it before she slipped it into her jacket pocket. She then fished around for one of her own, bearing the Seattle PD logo, address and phone of headquarters and her name and rank
NiteotheAngel: Kalypso didnt say a word as she listened to Annalysse. She knew the woman was right. Sometimes she lived a bit to much in her own head and it was difficult. She was right to. She watched as she looked to Annalysse.::"I thought you said that you werent supposed to get up in the middle of a conversation because it was rude?":: Slightly confused but figured that Annalysse had some place to be. It wouldnt surprise her. Maybe she had to organize her room now that the paint would probably be dry. She smiles as she grabbed a napkin and asked the waitress for a pen and started to sketch a bit of her own ideas ofr her own room.::
ChildoftheMoiria: David saw the contact coming but there was no way to avoid it without looking like a nut job. He offered a smle his eyes hazing up for a moment as he pulled his hand back. There was no nose bleed or complete loss of power this time. Davidf just reached for his coke and drained most of it. A grin given to the waitress as she came with a refill. David wondered if he should tell her that the water pump on her cruiser was going to go soon and leave her on the side of the road waiting for a wrecker and mad as a wet hen. –d
A beast at heart: - She stayed perched on that chair a moment and took a deep breathe- " I did say that it was rude for a child to get up from a table when an adult was speaking to them. However I was not getting up. I was paying for your meal. The correct response to that would be thank you for future circumstances" - Her eyes held that edge. She was correcting her. No if's ands or but's about it- " Seeing as I am an adult i can get up anytime I want to. However just because I paid the bill didn't mean I was going to get up and leave you here...learn to pay attention before you speak. we talked about that. Opening your mouth before you clearly understand what's going on. Now you think good and long about that and you can talk to me about it later" - Her words were sharp not to be misunderstood as jest. SHe cold go from zero to slice your fucking face off in a matter of seconds but it was easily reversed- " Now enjoy your dinner alright and come by my room I think you will like what I did with the place...and i want to see what you plan to do as well. If its a rubic's cube just be aware you will be branded forever a nerd" - She offered a smirk and slid from the stool. Her paint splattered self simply waiting for her to go cup of coke- d
Sasha M Gray: She'll be totally hacked when that happens. She drove her own, and it was a cherry ride. Better than, actually. She came up with her own card after fighting to get it out past the stupid nitrile gloves and evidence bag with the leaf in it that she'd shoved in there on her walk out of the park. She offered it out to him. "Here's my number. Just in case."
NiteotheAngel: "Thank you for paying for my meal. I appreciate it. "::Nodding about the rest of it as she sighs. She looks to Annalysse as she nodded. Realizing her mistake as Annalysse spoke curtly with her. And she was doing so well up until that point. She just nods. ::"Yeah I havent figured it out yet. Still thinking about it. rubics cube is only one idea. I just hope by the end of it I make a better jackson pollock then you.":: Smirks as she was trying to turn the tension around that she was feeling at the moment.::
ChildoftheMoiria: David leaned to get the card. He remembered the card from Bren's. He had been forced to move around it when leaving a few days ago. "I heard you pull in behind me at Bren's the other day.. you may want to have your ride checked out. It sounded a little off...." David tucked the card into his wallet as he spoke. Hey it was a plausable explination right? Well ok so it was one that would not totaly blow him out of the water and expose him. Plus brownie points with the local LOEs was a good thing. –d
A beast at heart: - She got handed her to-go cup and she nodded with a smirk- " I'll show you jackson pollock" - She grumbled and took a sip of her drink- " For your information my room is beautiful..." - she winked and turned on her heel. She still had some finishing touches to finish up with. Leaving the diner to head back to the house. Tra la la. La la. – d
Sasha M Gray: "I'll do that, thanks." She nodded. She would swing by the garage on the way home, and see if Mars couldn't take a look. "I should get going, I have evidence to turn in to the lab, before I get the car to the shop." She slipped her hand into her jeans pocket and pulled out fold of bills that she spent a few minutes straightening and organizing before she laid the cost of her dinner out on the counter, plus tip.
NiteotheAngel: "I hope so. But thanks for the drink.":: Smiles as she looks to Annalysse as she waves to her. She just took another napkin and started a new sketch. not sure what it will be yet but it was a working progress. She was new to this whole artsy thing. But, she seen some vases that were kind of inspiring that maybe something to look into. Maybe start with some clay."::
ChildoftheMoiria: David nodded and lifted his coke. He finished it in a long drink. "It was nice to meet you well enough to get a name this time. I will look forward to your call." It would be good to get a few more lulz in. David slipped from his seat and pulled his keys. He had things to take care of and so he was heading out as well. –d
Sasha M Gray: Sasha nodded to him, and then lifted a hand to Anna and Kaly before heading out. She slid into her car and headed for work to turn in her bloody leaf.
NiteotheAngel: Kaly waved to Sasha and Annalysse as they left. She continued to draw some ideas onto the napkin. Although they were pretty rough. She didnt know what to do with her room. This whole drawing thing was new to her.::
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Post by Alex Vipond on Jul 21, 2013 22:02:00 GMT -8
NiteotheAngel: "Alex is driving that I would say is up to him. No more or less then anyone else. Probably more so since Im a growing girl.":: Smiles sweetly as she looked to the books and listened to what plans they had. If they were dropping her her off first or grabbing a bite. She didnt say much else as Alex knew just about as much she did if not more. Although when it came to what its like to be a born wolf. She knew that better then most. Looking back on her own life as she was forced to shift for everything and how they kept her like that. Sometimes it got the better of her especially on days of the moon as she returned to reality after a few moments of staring off into space.::
Theforgottenwolf: - He nodded- " Im starving" - he hadn't really been keepign up on his food game int he last few days. Call it being too busy. Then again he didn't realize then that he could potentially be a murdering fuck head when he was hungry. Talk about needing a snickers.....- " Well it's just something that she said to me. Something I remembred before it all went black you know. She said she understood and that we were the same..." – he shrugged- " I wont tell anyone Alex. Hell maybe these people can help me...why would I put them in anymore danger then obviously we all already are?" - more talking to himself than anyone- " So what is she like? Anna i mean?" - He wanted to knwo her. The only living link to a memory locked away so deep he didn't know if he'd ever find it-d
NiteotheAngel: Kalypso smiled as she looked to Axle.::"She is good people. She tells you how it is regardless if you want to admit it or not. She likes motorcycles. And thats about it I guess. Still getting to know her myself. She likes to give people crap every now and then. She decorated her room. So, if you came by the Garage sometime I could show it to you. Might give you a better sense of who she is. Right now though she thinks her whole family is dead. So, knowing you are alive will be good news to her.":: Softly sighs as she sits in Alex's car.::
Alex Vipond: "I don't know her that well but she seems very nice." Sadly it was all he could offer up to Axle on his sister. He really hadn't had time as of yet to get to know her. It was more or less autopilot that saw them pulling into the lot at the Five & Diner. Conscious thought not needed as he parked the car and killed the engine. "Food..." Too bad they didn't sell bottled here. On the hoof was looking entirely too tempting.
Theforgottenwolf: - And we were right back where they had started. Stepping out of the car he headed for the diner his own stomach was growling. Stepping through the door he would hold it open for Kalypso and Alex if they were close behind him. Giving the waitress a smile and a nod he took a seat in one of the booths. He felt like he could eat the whole menu, he had been so stressed that he hadn't even thought about how hungry he was. Man was he starving. Flipping the menu over a couple of times getting a good idea of the amount of food that he wanted to put down.- d
NiteotheAngel: Kalypso was not far behind as she left the books in the car. She thanked him for opening the door open for her. As she followed him to the booth and sat opposite him. She would get up to grab a container of free peanuts. As they decided what they wanted. She already knew but she wanted to wait on Axle.::"So, how are you doing and handling everything overwhelmed yet?":: She smiles as she looked to Alex and moved to let him sit.::
Alex Vipond: Alex followed them and slid into the booth as well, the menu gone over despite knowing what he wanted: The bloodiest, rarest steak they would serve him. His gaze went to the waitress, or more accurately, her throat and then he pulled his eyes away, scowling, that gum chewed like it was going out of style. The scowl grew when he realized they didn't actually have steak on the menu. "The pot roast, how rare is it?" He looked back up at the waitress, eyes moving over the column of her throat to that sweet spot at the base of her neck where it met her shoulder just above her collar bone.
Theforgottenwolf: - He looked over the menu glancing up at her. Seemed he and his sister did share one trait that was their eyes- " Uhm I guess you could say that" - he looked over toward the waitress- " I'll have the bacon burger special, Chili cheese fries...milkshake and oh yea get me one of those chicken sandwhiches too" - Axle wasn't a small guy anyway but that was a lot of food for one person regardless. Not interupting Alex's order but he was regarded quietly. He was far from an expert but he was observant and well if he had to pull a page out of Joss Whendon's play book then he supposed he was going to have to buy off on it. ALex had never quite gotten around to telling him how he fit into it all he had only said that he knew and understood. He understood self control and the fact that he had a hard time having it...- " Alex whats goin on with you?" - he leaned in to speak to him of course. Kalypo would still be able to hear him- " You know her?" - he wasn't going to point out the fact that Alex was eyeing the woman like a meal- d
NiteotheAngel: Kalypso smiled as she looked to Alex. She took his hand a moment.::"Alex, you are such a funny guy. I think I forgot something in the car can you come with me a moment."::She then looked to the waitress.::"I will have the same as him. and a Limeade. Thanks.":: She then waited for Alex to move out of the booth.::"Please I need to ask you about a piece of art in the book. Since you are so well traveled. And about an installation you may have seen." :: She then looked back to Axle.::"We will be right back its okay. If need be get my order to go. This may take awhile."::
Phoenix Saga: Apartment house hunting and looking for a roommate sure took some time when moving to a new city. It was a serious drag but she dealt with it as best she could. At least she could always sleep in a crypt or a graveyard if push came to shove. Just needed a place to stash her clothing and gear and she would be set up just fine until permanent lodging became available. Some food sounded good right now, not that she needed sustenance of any kind but food of the living did have some tasty perks to it. Not the same as back home but it was not entirely bad either. A trip to the local diner was in store and she was dressed in her standard choice of police SWAT uniform with the symbol of a dog along with words and number K 9 U on the back of her jacket, which helped to conceal the gun holster on her right side and the strap along the small of her back. She had a strong smell of industrial grade soap and formaldehyde which was common if you worked in a morgue or as a coroner a lot which she us to do in the past and sometimes still did on occasion. There was also the smell of dog on her which came from the fact she spent six hours working and training police dogs just prior to finishing her work shift for the day. That mystically shielding was in place that only a heavenly being such as an angel could see through it or an extremely powerful demon. So as far as anyone one or anything could tell, she was just a human albeit a very gifted and talented one. She took a look around and spotted the young looking girl Kalypso and offered her a wave. Not wanting to intrude on her obvious company but merely being polite to say hello with a wave so she would not think she was being rude to have notice her and ignored her. Now to figure out a place to sit and what to order. -fin-
Alex Vipond: Pulling his gaze from the waitress, he looked at Axle. "I'm fine.... no..." He shook his head, then looked at Kaly. "What?" He gave her a confused look and then nodded. "Sure." He looked back at the waitress. "I'll have what they're having..." easier than making a decision. Alex was already fishing his keys from his pocket so Kaly could get her book out as he moved toward the door, gaze going to the woman entering. She had that funky damned smell that he associated with death, but she was in ... SWAT? How the fuck did that work? Alex nodded as he passed by her on his way out the door, then headed for the car to retrieve Kaly's books.
Theforgottenwolf: - Axle would just blink a few times looking between the two.- " O..kay" - He shrugged and looked back down to the table top and he grabbed the waitresses arm- " Oh and can I get a bowl of soup too" - anything that was going to be put on the table quickly. THe woman eyed him curiously probably because his hands were warm. Withdrawing he smirked and glanced to the newcomer. He could smell it to. He was sensitive to smells that is what he used to think but now apparently he was learning it was part of the way he was programmed. He felt almost a burn from the mixed chemical smell and smell of canine. It was overwhelming at first, his eyes closing breathing out. He didn't mean to stare at her but the new awareness of putting his senses and those associated with it together it was hard not to. He caught himself though and looked back forward. Where was a newspaper when you needed one?-d
NiteotheAngel: Kalypso would waves to the woman as she then looked to Alex. Trying to find any excuse she needed. She looked to him. She knew the look from earlier and now and why he was on edge. She had remembered this from the night the guys. Once she got Alex to the car. She would ask the hard questions.::"When was the last time you fed? ":: Keeping her voice low sleast enough so you dont draw so much attention.":: she sighs as her heart raced a bit . She knew the consequences but it was better then sitting and letting him suffer through a meal.::
Alex Vipond: "Are you fucking nuts?" yeah it came out a little louder than expected, and he glanced around, then looked back at her. "Two things. You're fifteen. It's broad daylight." Not gonna mention the fact that once started, he wasn't sure he'd stop. He knew he should have fed before leaving the studio, especially after the long assed night had with Axle, but hindsight was twenty/twenty. "I'll be fine." Never mind the fact that he'd been eyeing the waitress like she was prime rib.
Meghan Vipond: Harley Davidson. The weather had been nice enough lately to take it out for a spin. She had gotten a text message from her husband, letting her know where he was. She hadn't been able to join him at the library, but now that she was certain Charlie was fine, she headed off to the diner. The loud noise of the engine would signal her arrival and as she pulled in, she slowed before coming to a stop and parked. Helmet was removed and she shook her hair out before letting it hang on the handle a moment so she could climb off. Normally she might be found wearing something a bit more casual, but today, it was back to old habits. Black boots, jeans with hints of black leather, and a tank top with a jean vest. [d]
Phoenix Saga: She gave a glance around the area with a smile at Kaly. The smell she had was an interesting mix to be sure but anyone who knew her work history could easily put it all together. She did enjoy spending a lot of time poking around dead bodies even though she was no longer a mortician assistant or worked for coroner office once she got into police work. Still old habits died hard and she like to go poking around any dead bodies related to usual cases. Dead bodies and dogs were much better to work with then people which often lead her to be thought of as extremely odd and a introvert among her co workers, but the ones who had to poke around the dead bodies were often glad to shove the work onto her when she volunteered to take over in the past. She did look over to the man that was staring at him so she decided to give him a smile and a playful wink to showed no harm was done with his stare. -fin-
NiteotheAngel: "no more nuts then you are eyeing that waitress and drawing attention to yourself. Yes I know. And yes I know. thats why I said to come to the car. We can do it in the car the windows are dark enough.":: Then when she heard the bike and seen Meghan.::"Never mind Meghan is here. Perhaps you should take up your issue with her. Alex, I wouldnt offer if I was not concerned for you.":: She looked to Alex full of concern.::"Forget it. I will just go back inside Much like Mars you are a grown man. You can handle everything yourself. Its fine. Im just trying to help.":: Leaving to head back inside and join Axle at the table.::
Theforgottenwolf: - He was happy when at least some of the food arrived. He was ravenous. He smirked at the woman as he was shoveling food into his mouth. It wasn't sloppy but they were very large bites none the less. Using that napkin when he needed to siping on the milkshake and asking for a coke whenever the waitress had time. He had no idea what was going on outside. At this point he knew it wasn't any of his business. He wasn't there to demand answers he was there for help and the food had him sort of entranced. His mind reeling from everything that he had learned. He had no guards up. Not for lack of wanting to but lack of really thinking about it or knowing how to do it without it being an accident. He glanced out the window toward the car seeing Alex an Kalypso heading back toward the diner. Apparently they were done talking- d
Alex Vipond: One brow rose as he regarded her and then he was turning toward Meghan. Kaly didn't realize just how dangerous a proposal she was making, though one would think otherwise after the return from Mexico. "Baby..." He was moving toward her as Kaly was heading back inside, his arms wrapping around her, her scent inhaled. He was glad to see her and not just for the goods she brought. He felt like a junkie, and he didn't want her to think that was the sole reason as to why he was happy to see her. His hands cupped her face, his lips took hers and he kissed her deeply, before he held her close once again and breathed her in.
Meghan Vipond: The moment she dismounted from the bike, she turned to make her way toward Alex and Kaly, but Kaly had some sort of disappointed look on her face, from Meghan's perspective, and brows arched as she was met by Alex. A confused look as she glanced between the two as she was wrapped up in his arms and hanging on to her like he was going to float away or something. Arms came up to wrap around him and she looked to him. "I missed you to..." she said with a half smile and half concerned expression. "Is everything okay? Something wrong?" she asked as she wondered if she had missed something. But then before she could get any answers, she was hushed by a kiss. [d]
Phoenix Saga: She just smiled at the man's eating habits. There was no judgement, she had seen her fair share of hungry men and animals devour food in a feeding frenzy when starved or just plain hungry. That reminded her, once she finds a place, to go pet shopping and get a new puppy or two, hopefully another wolf dog pup likes she had before in Washington. That made her pout for a moment, thinking about her 'babies' and how deeply she missed them. She blinked a few times and walked over to the counter to get a look at today's special. -fin-
NiteotheAngel: Kalypso smiled as she moved to sit in the booth with Axle.::"Seems you will get to meet Alex's wife Meghan. She just showed up. And that lady over there I think if I remember right is Jane? ":: She waved the woman over to join them as she was partially glad some of the food would arrive. She figured between the three orders there was enough to feed an army. She tried not to think about things with Alex right now as she was trying to enjoy her meal. She sighs as she sips her limeade and takes a few bites of her food. She figured the rest of hers would come with alex's order.::
Theforgottenwolf: - He didn't pause he only smiled and nodded as he shoved the last bit of that bacon burger into his mouth taking up the fork to go to town on the chili cheese fries. Taking a drink every now and again between bites- " Cool" - he was all for meeting new people. It was his weakness. Being alone didn't suit him at all he hadn't felt more leveled then he had in the last couple of days around people. Of course with all that new's it sort of knocked him for a loop but the feeligns were there all the same- d
Alex Vipond: "I'm fucking starved, and Kaly just offered herself up for the lunch special." The kid had a death wish, that was all he could think of. "Bottles in the tote?" One hand reached out to tap the lid of the box on the back of the bike. He bounced on the balls of his feet, and yes, there was a bit of jonesing for a fix in his eyes as he regarded Meghan.
Meghan Vipond: "Starved?" She asked and she looked to his eyes to see if he meant starved or starved. But what he said after it is what pissed her off. "She what?!" Oh hell... Meghan was ready to drag the little girl out by her ears and beat her down for a number of reasons. One... she was 15... two... Alex is married... and three, Meghan knew that Mars and Leland would be furious with her because of a couple past incidents. One with some fuck face named Ixen and then the night Alex almost killed her when Mars and Leland had just got back. What the hell was she thinking?! She cut her eyes from Alex toward the diner where Kaly had disappeared into. Just add this to that long list of no no's. "First... lets get you taken care of. We can either go to the back of the car or inside into the bathroom or something. I'll deal with Kaly later." [d]
NiteotheAngel: Kalypso's intention was only to help Alex. She did not mean to upset him. She didnt have a death wish. She thought she was doing the right things. She trusted Alex enough to control himself. She sighs a bit as she starts to eat her lunch. She did not say much else to Axle at the moment as her attention was more on the food. She continued to eat until there was nothing left of her plates. She knew the shift tonight will help clear her head. She just asked the waitress for a refill of her drink as she handed her the empty glass as the last bit of food was brought out.::
Phoenix Saga: She did not expect the girl to remember her name clearly since they met just once and it barely lasted fifteen minutes and would be surprised if she called her by her name once she walked over. Probably thinking about Jane Eyre book she had read and spoken about the movie. Nina did not order yet but took one last glance at the menu before heading over to Kaly table. " Hello Kaly, was not sure if you remember me from that place your brother own. We only spoke for what fifteen minutes, but I am glad to see you remembered me enough to wave back." She smiled softly and looked to the one beside her. " Nina the name, training is my game. Dog training that is, much better then pain right?" She gave a small giggled and looked back to Kaly. " How is the bar coming alone?" -fin-
Theforgottenwolf: - He had ordered quite a bit mroe food after the couple had left outside it seemed once one place was empited the next would be brought out to him. He continued to eat sseemingly a bottomless pit for the time being. When Nina came over hazel gaze dipped upward to her and he swallowed hard- " Axle.." - he refrained from shoving more food in his mouth but it was obvious by the look on his face he was really struggling with not for the time being- " Good to meet you" - he shoved that last bit of chicken sandwhich in his mouth. Nobody ever said he had A+ table manners to begin with- d
Alex Vipond: His eyes were already growing luminescent as he back stepped her toward the car. The back door was pulled open and he eased her into the seat, following her down, his lips trailing along her jaw to the column of her throat. With Meghan it was never simply about feeding. There was a whole range of emotions tossed in and as his eyes grew luminous, his lip curled back and his teeth sunk into her flesh. He groaned as his lips closed over that warm fount that flooded his mouth, and he suckled in earnest.
Meghan Vipond: A glance to the diner and then Alex was tugging her toward his car. With the back door opened for her, she dipped down and climbed in. Even before he closed the door behind them, he was already on her. Not that Meghan minded! The moment his teeth sank in, she grimaced just a bit and then relaxed as a breath was hissed through teeth. Hands were roaming and caressing in an affectionate manner as she let him feed. [d]
NiteotheAngel: Kaly nodded as she looked to Nina. She smiled as she looked to nina and nodded.::"Its coming along. Not sure when he will open it though. He is out of town with Anna. Not sure when they will be back. How are things going for you? Any luck finding a place yet?":: Working on her chili cheese fries as she looked to Axle.::"Did you order everything on the menu? You know we are not supposed to draw attention to ourselves right?"::Teasing him a bit as she sipped her drink as the waitress brought it back along with a second for everyone else.::
Phoenix Saga: "I would offer my hand to shake but I fear I would not get it back. Nice to meet you Axle.." She just playfuly teased him in regards to hungry look in his eye and table manners. She looked over to Kaly and laughed at what she said to Axle. " Work wise it is rather fine. Have to get use to my new co workers and meet some of the local police that I have yet to meet. Best part was spending five or six hours working with the canine unit. Training police dogs and working with them is so much better then dealing with people a lot of the time. So much simpler, no ego involved just love, affection, loyalty, and appreciation what more could you ask for? As far as finding a place to live, that is much harder then it was last time back home. Still searching, you do not know any good places or someone looking for or needs a roomate do you? Prefereble a fellow gal but does not matter so long as they love dogs that is a golden rule for me. Must love dogs or get out. " She laughed at her own remark. "I put an add in the paper so hopefully someone will respond." -fin-
Alex Vipond: Damn all that leather she was wearing. He disengaged, tongue lapping at her throat as he raised his head. "You're going to have to start carrying extra clothes." His mouth took hers once more, bloody lips and all. If it weren't so highly populated and ... ah fuck it, if it weren't for the damned leather, he'd be inside her already. Fuck the location. It wasn't like they hadn't gone wild in public before. Even as those thoughts crossed his mind he was tugging at the buckle of those leathers.
Theforgottenwolf: - He swallowed the last bit of those fries and then looked from Kaly to Nina and then back down to the plate. Laughing lowly- " I was hungry" - offered to Kalypso before Nina had his attention again- " Im a growing boy what can I say" - he shrugged. His mood was so up and down today. One minute he was ready to rip into someone the next he was hungry..then of course he was normal. He wasn't sure he appreciated teh world playing on his emotions like that- " Cop huh?" - taking a long drink of that milkshake. – d
Meghan Vipond: It wasn't that much leather! And when he withdrew to kiss her, she kissed back. His remark about extra clothes had her laughing a little. "Such a romantic..." she teased. Meghan was thinking that now since he had fed, he'd be alright, but apparently she was wrong? He was working at the buckle of her pants and was trying to have her with a few less pieces of clothing on. Meghan laughed. "Are you serious? Out here? In the parking lot?" God help her... she had created a monster! [d]
NiteotheAngel: Kalypso looked to Axle as he spoke then looked to Nina.::"I guess he has a ravenous appetite or maybe its the fact that he is eating like a pig. Or you could say. how your the dumpster for all food?":: Smirks as she teases him "Sorry nina I dont. know of a place. I would say check apartment complexes or look to renting a house with the space you want or need. Other then that I dont know much. Have you checked the local listings? The house I stay in is already pretty full at the moment. Oh The art district Tela's may have something they are a kind of little of everything place. With a cafe and bar and apartments for artists to rent.
Phoenix Saga: "I am no artist not unless you count shooting the wings off a fly from a hundred yards away or making pretty much any dog do as I command an Art." She wished cause if that was true, she could rack in some serious cash. There was dog shows and dog training schools but she did that in her younger years for fun just like working at the vet's office and dog kennal as a volunteer when she was young and tiny. " I will keep checking I am like a dog with a bone. Once I lock onto something, I Never Give it Up." That was true for her in more ways then one. -fin-
Theforgottenwolf: - He eyed her sideways a moment as Nina continued to talk- " You some kind of dominatrix cop?" - he would think the question was fair? I mean it was the persona she was putting off. He adjusted in that booth so that he was: more comfortable. One arm tossed up over the back of the booth as he glanced between her and kaly. He appeared to be more relaxed now that he had shoveled half the menu into his stomach. It all went with the mood swings he guessed. He had caught what Kaly had said. He knew that his 'sister' was staying up at the house but she said the house was full...how many people lived up there.?- d
Alex Vipond: Alex lifted his head to look around and then looked back at her. By all rights he should be in the diner, helping as he could with Axle. He groaned and dropped his head to her shoulder. "Fuck." He eased back and pulled her with him as he climbed out of the back seat. "Later. Someplace.... odd." He nodded. Yeah, he was developing quite the taste for having sex in random places.
NiteotheAngel: Mood swings or moon swings seemed to be the jest of it. Kalypso would look to Axle. Curious as to if he had figured out that her brothers and her were the same as his sister and him. She continued to eat and drink and be happy for the moment. She sighs as she was close to finishing the menu.::"Okay what didnt you order off the menu?":: Laughing a bit as she ate. She looked out the window as to see what was going on with the sun. Before her attention returned to the food at hand. even she had to admit she was getting full. She looked to Axle. Tempted to tell him what she knew. But figured now was not the place. If only things went this smoothly at times for her.::
Phoenix Saga: She threw her head back and just laughed whole heartly. "Oh oh I must say I do not think anyone has ever asked me that or said so, not to my face anyhow. Would not be surprised if it was whispered behind my back at work though. Well depends on the definition. Are you asking If I am one of those sordid totally dominating S & M sex type who likes to dress as a cop or one of those really ball busters lady cops that many male cops have issues with or even intimidated by? Now that I think about it, I do like using handcuffs, my police baton and especially my tazer a lot more then I should. HMmm maybe I should look into that." She now grinned from ear to ear and looked at him. -fin-
Meghan Vipond: "Alright... so inside we go then.. yes?" she asked before they were cleaning him up and slipping out of the car. "I promise. Soon, some place odd..." she replied. And once he was ready she would head inside with him. [d]
Theforgottenwolf: - He shrugged- " I dont think I ordered any fish..or fruit. or salad" - he would say matter of factly. When Nina responded he merely rolled a large shoulder- " Well im just saying that if thats what your going for your doing pretty good" - he would finish off that milkshake and be left with a half empty cherry coke. Lifting his glass to the woman who looked at him half impressed and half in disgust he just wanted some more. He was on the verge of being done though- " And no judgements from me...whatever your into" - offered to Nina as far as how she liked to use her cuffs and goodies to her liking- d
NiteotheAngel: Kaly smiled as she watched the two.::"No, most of your cravings for food will be more carniverous then most. And not omnivorous or herbivorous. Although you dont want to cut those things out of your diet completely. ":: Smiles as she figured the changes in diet were not as difficult as to discuss as other things. She looked back outside as she seen Alex and Meghan were on there way in. She moved out of the booth and grabbed a seat for the end of the table.::
Alex Vipond: "Inside." Alex nodded, even if it wasn't as inside as he wanted to be at the moment. Odd thing. Sex and booze seemed to curb the cravings. No wonder some vampires were lushy sex fiends. His hand went to the small of her back after he closed the door to the car, and he guided her into the diner and back toward the table. "Axle, my wife, Meghan. You know Kaly and ...." he looked at the new face and well he didn't know her. And she smelled wrong. Meghan he slipped in between he and Axle and then he settled in after her.
Meghan Vipond: Meghan nodded and with Alex's guidance they headed inside. Once they reached the table, introductions were made. She offered her hand to Axle. "Nice to meet you Axle. Welcome to the area." she offered. Though when Alex pointed out Kaly, Meghan gave her a dead stare. Before Alex had a chance to sandwich her between him and Axle, not that she wouldn't have liked that, she was yanking Kaly up by her arm. "Excuse us... we've something to discuss. Woman to girl talk and all..." With Meghan being bonded to Alex and Alex with Mars, she was equally as strong as either of them. One wrong move and Meghan could snap her arm in two. She directed Kaly out through the back and up against the wall. Lifting her up by the neck. " Listen... I am only going to tell you this one time and one time only. Stay the fuck away from him when he is on the verge of a frenzy. I don't give a rats ass who your brothers are... I don't care what they think they can do to me ... whatever it is... it won't be nearly as half as bad as what I can do to you before they get to me. Secondly... I am fully aware of the bull shit you have caused for him and the pack and I've half a mind to do us all a favor and snap your neck here and now. You either get your shit together or you die... " The hold Meghan had on Kaly's neck, up against the wall and feet off the ground, was enough to cut off any air and would disable her any chance of actually speaking. "Now give a nod if you understand..." Meghan was not one to play with when it came to Alex or the pack. [d]
NiteotheAngel: Kalypso looked to Alex and Meghan with a nod.::"Alex, Nina. Nina....Al...":: She would barely get the words out before she was pulled up and out of her chair. She tried to keep things as normal was possible. Not exactly sure what was going on until she was backed against the wall. She looked to Meghan. As she could barely speak but she was starting to shift. Her eyes would change color first. As she looked to Meghan not liking what she was being acused of. The only thing she was trying to do was help feed Alex not sure what was going on with Meghan or the accusations. after the eyes were the nails as the only sound that came forth was a growl. As she tried to hold back but her anger and defenses were going up as she had no chance to speak. She had been good about keeping her calm. She was not sure why Meghan was jumping on her shit. About trying to help Alex. She closed her eyes as she would try to calm back down and pull everything in. She was trying to maintain focus on Annalyssee knowing her reaction. Really wishing she was here right now. Kalypso said not a word as she was trying to hold back her wolf for the time being as defenses were wanting to go up as she went straight to survival mode.::
Alex Vipond: Alex stood there and watched as Meghan took hold of Kaly and well that was not going to be pretty. "So, how about those Mariners? Go team" Alex lifted a fist in support of a sport he didn't really follow any more than he followed football.
Theforgottenwolf: - Axle was then overwhelmed by being squished into the booth yet again. He glanced to Alex and then his wife- " Pleased to meet you ma'am" - he was a southerner after all. His accent much stronger than the others considering he did't try to hide it. He looked away from the two females at that point. That was more than he wanted to be involved with. He glanced at Alex- " Right...heh" - It was always awkward. A pissed off woman could silence men easily if she was pissed off enough- " She seems sweet" - finishing off that coke- d
Meghan Vipond: The hold grew tighter. She could see the threat of shifting. "You want to wolf out on me? Go ahead... do it. I FUCKING dare you. That will just give me and any other person reason enough to take you out." Kaly knew damn well why Meghan was jumping her shit. Accusations? The hell with that, these were cold hard facts. Ask any member of the pack. Ask Frenzy state and the fact that she was offering herself up to him was just stupid as hell. Not to mention... he was married. How did she think that was going to look... A 15 yr old girl propositioning a man.. Yeah, this shit didn't fly with Meghan, She could play innocent all she wanted but she knew better. "I want a nod damn it or I snap your neck...." Alex was likely to know what was going on, due to their bond. [d]
Phoenix Saga: "Why thank you Axle. I do like to give off that impression from time to time. It is always amusing to see how men or even women react to that. Sometimes helps to find out who likes it and who does not if you know what I mean. " She replied back to Axle. She looked to the approaching couple Alex and his wife Meghan. They looked like a cute couple and from the way their scent was all over each other, a very happy couple indeed. Her eyes diverted to watching Meghan grab Kaly by the arm and take her away for a talk. She remained silent at the moment not sure what to make of the situation or if she should go. She did give Alex a military style salute so as to not be rude but would not do with a handshake. It been sometime since she was around one like him and her urges were not exactly curbed just yet. The fair looking British woman gave a shrug after words and spoke. " So who likes NASCAR?" -fin-
NiteotheAngel: The only thing Kaly was propositioning Alex for was to help with his hunger from a wrist or something. Not saying a word as she was really trying to keep her cool. She was trying everything she could do not to wolf out. She closed her eyes as she tried to keep everything ine. She had no idea that Alex was in a frenzied state. All Kaly seen was him looking at the waitress like she was a rare prime rib. And she was trying to help a friend. And now here she was up against a wall with a womans hand around her throat being threatened to speak. When her whole body just wanted to go to survival mode and wolf out. She was trying to keep herself balanced.::
Alex Vipond: "She's a peach." Alex smiled. "She's quite literally the sweetest, kindest, most vibrant woman I've ever met." Until someone pissed her off and then she was all tooth and nail. Alex's head turned toward that door that Meghan and Kaly had stepped out of, and he hesitated a moment, before drawing in a breath and letting it out again. "Yeah.... I'll be right back." No he wasn't going to interfere, so much as maybe referee. NASCAR would have to wait. It was WWW, or nearly. Alex rose and headed followed the path taken by Meghan and Kaly just moments before.
Meghan Vipond: Evidently Kaly with all her genetic enhancements was to damn dense to get a damn clue. It had nothing to do with anything sex related. It had everything to do with the fact that she had caused trouble for him after he had been nothing but good to her. Had disrespected him and everyone in the pack. It had to do with the fact she willingly put herself in danger after Alex already nearly killed her. That could have sparked a feud. But she didn't think about these things.. did she? No... it was always about Kaly. "I want a nod Kaly... are you gonna give me a nod or am I gonna have to snap your neck?" Meghan glared up at her as she held her pinned to the wall. She wasn't letting go until she got what she wanted. [d]
NiteotheAngel: Kaly and Alex had barely spoke since the night her brothers got home until recently. She was only trying to help. That was the bottom line. Even when her intentions are good things never go well. As far as the pack was concerned she was no longer apart of it. Kaly only recently started talking to Alex. And the few times they spoke things have been interesting but not harmful to say the least. So Meghan was pissed off over the past she couldnt let go. In case anyone cared to notice Kaly had been working hard until this recent attack to correct things. She still did not speak. She was trying her best to behave and this is what it got her. She was trying her best to help a friend and all it did was piss off another person. It was not she was ignoring Meghan. It was the fact her whole body was going into survival mode which was to wolf out. And she knew if she wolfed out it would only cause more problems. Right now she was trying to not create and give into to more problems. ::
resonant fury: Welllll here goes anything! The sound of the purring Camaro marked his arrival as usual, black with white racing stripes to pulling into a parking spot at the Diner. The door of the Camaro opening seconds after the engine was cut toletting a sneaker clad feet hitting the ground. Hismelf pulling out of the vehicle, massive muscles and all while clad in a grey tank top and pair of workout shorts. After a quick shower it was time to get some chow and he had one hell of an apetite! Locking up his vehicle prior to the moving over to the entrance of the Diner which he let himself inside and taking up a table. A smile tossed to any present with the order of a sweet tea asked for. [d]
Alex Vipond: The past? Five minutes ago was not the past. Five minutes ago was nothing more than affirmation that Kaly had not learned from the past. Alex stepped out, having heard enough to get a good idea as to what was going on out behind the diner. "Nod, Kaly, or I will snap your neck myself." Why she had to be so stubborn when a simple affirmation would resolve the situation was beyond him, but at this point he was ready to let nature take its course. Even if that meant Kaly dying. He wasn't so ready to let Meghan do it. Not that he didn't think she could, he knew better. She had his own speed and agility, his strength as well as that of Mars. There was, by all rights, no reason that Meghan could not hold her own against a young vampire.
Meghan Vipond: Survival mode or not... Meghan didn't get a nod and so her grip continued to grow tight. Squeezing slowly like a vice grip and cutting off air completely. Whether Alex would let her or not was going to be a moot point now. With a a death grip, Kaly was about to die. Meghan didn't let up, wasn't going to. Kaly was too damn stubborn for her own good. Come what may... Kaly deserved everything she got, even if it meant death. Everyone was fucking tired of her shit and Meghan was tired of hearing about it. It was always the quiet ones you had to watch out for. Who would have thought Meghan could be such a ruthless bitch? [d]
Phoenix Saga: Nina just sat down in a corner and looked at her walkie as if waiting for a call to come through. The young Brit who hair was still black for the time being just let her mind drift to the days of yester year. -fin-
NiteotheAngel: Kaly would nodd as she felt the grip tighten. Once released she would let out a growl. As she took off out of the resturant. She did not say a word to anyone as she would head for home. She never should have gone to the library. She should have just stayed in her room. ::
resonant fury: Sweet tea was delivered and the first drink was quite heavenly, but than came the big order of two double cheeseburgers with all the fixings and an extra order of fries to boot. His appetite was always monsterous after a long, hard work out. A nod was tossed to the young girl across the Diner as he pulled his phone out to check it, wandering if Rachel found the new, fancy phone he got for her yet. Wouldn't of been too hard considering he put it in her panties draw with a note and his number already programmed into it. [d]
Meghan Vipond: Oh, Meghan would have let go once she got that nod, but it wouldn't have been immediate. There would be a death stare in warning before Meghan had given a verbal. "Don't do anything stupid Kaly. Next time you don't get a choice." Once Kaly was dropped only to scramble back to her feet, she watched her run off and then she turned to Alex. There was a mix of an facial expression. Part of her wanted to apologize, to him. The other part of her was disappointed. Why disappointed? Because she was sure more Kaly drama was to follow. Meghan should have just snapped her neck and been done with it. Her body was rigid, adrenaline flowing like wild fire across open plains. She was breathing hard and was trying to force herself to calm down. [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex knew that look: Blood lust. She wanted to snap Kaly's neck as surely as Alex had wanted to drain her dry two weeks ago, and would have, had Mars and Leland not pulled him off of her. Alex didn't say a word, merely stepped into her, his arms wrapping around her and he rocked her, one hand soothing over her hair and down her back, slowly, repeatedly.
Meghan Vipond: Meghan huffed and tried to slow her breathing. She didn't like feeling like thihs but damn it if the stupid bitch didn't ask for it. With Alex's arms around her, she used him as her focus. To help bring her back down to that calm state of mind. "Can we get out of here? I need a drink or something and a coke is not gonna cut it with me. Not right now." she said. [d]
Target of Knives: Rachel had found the fancy new phone but she was still figuring out how to use it. Smartphones were so not her thing. She'd had to work that afternoon but once she got off work she checked her messages and found one from Michael. Climbing into her baby blue Camry wagon with the Lucky Charms marshmallows painted on it, she drove over to the diner to meet him. She managed to phone her order ahead, so when she parked and walked inside, it was just about ready. Having been at work, her hair was braided and she had on one of her better pairs of jeans, blue sneakers, and a camouflage t-shirt that read, 'Shhhh...I'm hiding from the voices!' She went to the counter first to identify herself, then pointed at where Michael was sitting and asked them to bring her order there. After she joined him, she leaned over and kissed him. "Hi there."
Alex Vipond: "Yeah, let me just go pay my tab and we'll go anywhere you want." He slipped his arm around her and led her back inside. He'd thought Kaly was learning but obviously she hadn't. After all the shit with Ixen, and Alex's own nearly killing her a mere two weeks ago, one would think she'd have the sense to not just offer up a vein to him. "I was staring at the waitress but she probably thought I fancied her." Hey, rock star. It happened. Not with him, but...
resonant fury: And all things in the world were so much better when Rachel joined him at the booth with an arm sliding aboutin the most natural of places, her inner thigh. "Missed you, did you enjoy the present?" And for the record you couldn't hide from the voices Rachel has! He smiled and gave a nod to Alex when the guy came back inside from the back to looking towards Rachel. "Got a place to open a gym and spa. Give me something to do during the weekdays other than workout all day." He grinned. [d]
Phoenix Saga: Did she really smell that bad? Industrial grade soap and formaldehyde were not exactly the best mix but not that bad either, or smelling like she had been in a dog kennel. Well she kinda was with the six hours she spent with dogs today but not a horrible smell. Maybe it was something else as there was some odd tension there with the arrival of the couple and young girl being led away. Well her mind drifted back to house hunting again and what to eat. -fin-
Meghan Vipond: Meghan nodded, sighed and with Alex, she moved back inside. Every muscle in her body was on fire because of the intense tension. It was clear to Meghan now that Kaly was just a dumb ass kid and in her opinion, stupid people needed to die anyway. Stupidity was a disease and it was spreading. She glance to the waitress and smirked. Once the tab was paid, she moved out toward her bike. Grabbed her helmet and slipped it on before mounting up. A glance was given to Alex. "You lead, I follow." with that, she fired up the Harley and waited for him to slid into her car and pull out, only to follow him. [d]
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Post by Alex Vipond on Jul 29, 2013 19:12:35 GMT -8
ChildoftheMoiria: There was no quirky smile as the waitress came to take his order. That alone had the woman just study him. It was that strange for David not to smile. "A patty melt, fries and onion rings and a large coke...." David offered without looking at a menue. The waitress gave him a 'sure honey.. I think your friend is trying to get your attention...; That made David turn. Yup he had missed the whistle. "Thanks dear.. can you bring my order there. Put the rest of the table on my bill too please?' David slid from the counter leaving behind a credit card and headed for the table. As he moved to the table David forced a smile to form. He did not wait for an invitation but pulled up a chair to the edge of the booth. "Hows it going Bren.. Bren's friend..." –d
InkedPr1ncess: "David this is Kaly, she's Mars' and Leland's sister. Mars owns the garage. Kaly, do you know David?" She couldn't remember if the two had met or not, but it was always nice to make introductions again. She made room for David on her side of the booth and the iPod and book were tucked back into her bag. "Kaly, go ahead and order food if you want, I'll take care of it. And with me? Nothing much new. Just been working, taking care of the puppy. Thinking about doing some stuff on my own house." :::
NiteotheAngel:"Hell David Nice to meet you":: Offering her hand to hm as she smiled. She then looked back to Bren. Pointing to David.::"Is he part of the nothing new?":: Raising a brow as she looked to Bren with a bit of a smirk.::"How are things at the shop? Going well it seems? Sorry I havent been by. Still working on my own blank canvas. And still looking for a bed I like. I thought the last head and footboard was in better condition. But, It wasnt. Luckily I found that out before purchasing it. Oh Yeah? what are you thinking about doing?"::
ChildoftheMoiria: "Shhh you can 't tell me her name. Then I will know who Catwoman is." Yea David remembered her and the Batman question. He spied the book and shook his head as he stood and slid into the booth. "You need an Nook. That reminds me I have the initial design work you wanted done. Your place will be automated by the time I'm finished. Right down to reminding you when you are low on dog food." David laughed when Bren mentioned picking up the tab. He gave a shake of his head. "The check for the table is handled. When Kaly offered her hand David thought nothing of it. He reached out his hand and took hers briefly. Bren would know what was going on by the brief tension in his arm. With the glasses on each of them would miss the fact his eyes lost all focus for a heartbeat. "Nice to meet you Kaly...." Yeah David was lost and zoned for the moment ignore him please. –d
InkedPr1ncess: She couldn't believe that he had taken Kaly's hand, but oh what he must have seen when he touched her skin. She didn't say anything but she would overlook it. "David? Oh no, David and I are good friends. He's putting the Bill Gates treatment on my house." She couldn't wait for him to get started, she didn't know how long it would take or if she needed to go somewhere else while he was working. "That silly puppy won't let me forget that he's out of food, but I can't wait to see it when you're done. And me? I like reading the paper better, I had a Nook once and I gave it to my mom, I didn't like it." She turned to Kaly and just smiled. "I have a lot of space in the basement that I'm not using. I'm gonna put some gym equipment in part of it, but the other part? It's all free range." :::
NiteotheAngel:"Oh yeah I think I seen him around. An addict to his phone usually. ":: She snaps her fingers.::"That explains why I didnt recognize him. He was not staring at his telephone.":: Smiles as she laughs a bit.::"Sounds like you got big plans though. Dont worry once I figure out color scheme and things. I will let you know. At this point i may just make it one big Pollock. I dont know. I cant settle on anything that I can live with. Even the books by Lois Royo are inspiring but not something I can live with on my wall. But ooo so much fun to paint on it.":: She looked to David hoping he was alright after everything he seen. Once she let go of his hand. ::"Puppy? I thought we didnt get along with other dogs?":: Smirks.::"Ooo maybe I should get a kitten for the house?"::
ChildoftheMoiria: "Hey that is where you promised to keep my cage if I changed my name to Kip and learned to clean your pool." David countered not really taking into account the minor at the table. Kaly mentioning his phone made him shift and reach to pat his pocket. "Fuck.. excuse me." Without a word David slipped out of the booth and headed for the door. "Sorry forgot my phone in the truck." –d
Alex Vipond: Alex slid from the car, rolling that piece of gum from one side of his mouth to the other as he swung the car door shut. He was feeling better, more grounded; stable, which may have had as much to do with the excessive bottle feeding as it did with his hyperactive sex life. He was also chewing more gum, if that could possibly be imagined. If he'd needed to take out stock in Wrigley's before, he definitely should now. Crossing the lot he stepped inside, shades pulled from his face and planted on top of his head. As David headed for the door, Alex side stepped. "Hey...." And then they were passing one another and Alex was continuing inward.
InkedPr1ncess: "Oh you haven't met my Jericho yet. He's a Golden Retriever and he's very smart. I'll have to bring him in some time so you can meet him." She watched David slipping out and getting that ever present phone, just shaking her head. She had a few ideas for Kaly but she wasn't sure if she would like them or not. When Alex came in, she waved him over too, the more the merrier. "Join our little party. You want something to drink? Eat?" :::
Alex Vipond: Alex caught sight of the girls and moved to their table, sliding in next to Bren and giving Kaly a smile. "Hey, how's it going?" Looking back at Bren, he nodded. "Burger and fries sounds about right." he lifted a hand to flag the waitress down, before looking back at the girls. "So what are you up to?" David he figured he knew was up to work. He usually was.
InkedPr1ncess: That was what she had ordered, fries this time and a burger loaded down with extra bacon and everything under the sun added to it except ketchup and mayo. "I got off work a little while ago and now I'm just trying to slow myself down for the evening. What are you up to this evening?" David still wasn't back yet, hopefully he didn't lose that phone or else he would be in a world of hurt. :::
NiteotheAngel:Kaly would watch David as he left. She then looked to Alex.::"Just another day in paradise. Its going. Still cant figure out what to put on my wall. And of course no place is willing to hire the inexperienced. So, I grabbed the binder that bren left me and here I am.":: Smiles as she looked to the menu. still not sure what she wanted. Or what she was hungry for. ::"Thanks Bren. You didnt have to cover the food.":: She then looked back toward the menu hoping something would jump out at her. Finally something came to mind.::"Turkey burger with bacon and all the trimmings and onion rings and unsweet Tea. Thanks.":: Looking to the waitress as she placed her order.::
Alex Vipond: "Got things wrapped at the studio and decided to be sociable." He looked back at Kaly. "You could just sponge another color over it. Something complimentary. Give it depth and texture." When the waitress came, Alex put his order in, and added a Dr Pepper to it, and then he looked back at Kaly. "Binder?"
InkedPr1ncess: "Binder with work stuff in it. I thought when she turned sixteen she could come and work at the shop. Easy stuff, cleaning, answering phones, stuff that won't get me killed for letting her do. Least it's some money in her pocket." Bren had to order another drink since she had already finished the first one and her food was brought out soon after as well. "I have some paintings at home if you want to look through them. They're just ones that I've done out of the blue." :::
NiteotheAngel:"The problem is not a color at least not yet. The problem is deciding what to put on my walls that I can live with. I cant decide that. Although both of your advice is great. Still if I look at any more are I will be more lost then what I already am with the decision as to what to put on my wall. I have great ideas but nothing that I can stand to come home too. And I went the light gray because the white made my room practically shine when the sun came in the window. But yeah like Bren said its for the shop.":: She handed the binder over to Alex for him to look through stuff.::
Alex Vipond: "Cool." Alex took the binder and flipped through the pages, that gum rolling back over to the other side of his mouth, a nod given. "So you're going to be doing artwork in your spare time and learn the tradecraft?" He looked up from the pages to Kaly and Bren. "There's good money in it. Hell there are TV shows about it."
InkedPr1ncess: "I've even done some of Alex's work, both him and Meghan. His picture is upon the wall with the other celebrities and customers." She was proud of that, hell even the picture he took was cool. "I'd shit myself before I would want a tv crew coming in and filming. The shopis busy enough, if that were the case I'd pull my own hair out. Alex, you might even get a few more stalkers out of that deal." :::
NiteotheAngel:"Its possible. At least its something to do of course as long as it doesnt interfer with school.":: she stopped talking as she wasnt sure exactly what was going to happen.She let Alex and Bren talk for a bit. Patiently waiting on food as she sipped her tea. She knew it wouldnt be long before her food would be out too.::
ChildoftheMoiria: David had waved to Alex on his way into the diner. When he got to his phone though sure enough there had been a few missed calls. David took the time to return one of them. He was out there walking circles for a few momnets. Once the call was over he headed back in. He had been hungry upon arrival, now not so much. He headed for the counter and motioned for the check. What had already been ordered was paid for. David offered Bren a wink and a smile. "Text me later Bren and we can talk about setting up a time. I need to go for now though." David signed off on the slip and headed out. He had a long drive ahead of him. He knew it was coming.-d
Alex Vipond: Alex nodded, the left arm was the most extensive and he slid out of his hoodie to show Kaly, and then he was twisting and pulling his shirt first one way, then the other to show her his left shoulder. Apparently the neckline just wasn't gonna stretch enough so he had to go from the bottom up, his back turned to her, in all its paleness and farmer tan arms, to show off that left shoulder blade with the tribal dragon treble clef. "Bren did both of those."
InkedPr1ncess: She waved to David, promising to text him and set up a time, but she was just humbly smiling when Alex showed off the work that she had done. She was proud of them and not just because it was her friend's arm it was on. "Alex, you are so white," she joked, she couldn't help herself there. It was obvious to everyone at the table why but she had to point it out. :::
NiteotheAngel:"Very nice. Yeah Bren does good work. I had seen some of her artwork and its very beautiful.":: Smiles as she looked to Alex. And looked at the amazing work and how it went together.::"The tattoo suits you and its obviously one that you dont regret and cherish. But, you might want to get dressed before some calls the cops for indecent exposure.":: Teasing him a bit as she smirks.::
Alex Vipond: David was waved to as he walked out, even in his twisted exposed, white condition. Dropping his shirt before he blinded anyone, he leaned back in the seat. "Or assault and blindness." He smirked, then slid back into the hoodie as well, not that it was really needed, at least not inside.
InkedPr1ncess: The waitress was looking over and giving him a smile and Bren just laughed about that after she chewed up a bite of that huge ass burger. "See now, that girl was staring you down, Alex. I bet she wouldn't let the cops arrest ya for anything. Might follow you out to the parking lot after we leave though." :::
NiteotheAngel:"Its the price he pays for fame. He knows and im sure he is used to it.":: Smiles as she relaxed in the booth awhile.::"Bren there is a new friend in town named Gwen. Not sure how to find her. I dont have an address or anything on her. I ran into her at the mall. Cute little redhead too.":: Her food was finally brought to the table as she picked up an onion ring. And then bit into the burger.::
Alex Vipond: Alex glanced over and smiled to the girl and then looked back at Bren. "Be a lot better for her if she didn't." He nodded. It wasn't that he couldn't bite, feed, erase, it was more like could he stop before erasing no longer became an option. He was regaining that control, but it was slow and it was really hard to separate the love bites given Meghan from the need for food. It was like his whole consciousness had shifted that day down in Mexico when he'd felt once more that terrible sound of a human heart racing to keep up the flow of blood with less and less to work with before that rhythm finally started to slow. Probably the only thing that had kept Alex from going on a spree was the fact that the fucker had been shot before Alex could finish him off.
InkedPr1ncess: "Is she in trouble? Is that why you need someone to find her?" She didn't understand the urgency, if the girl was a new friend hopefully she would find Kaly on her own but maybe there was something going on with her. Alex was being good and she was proud of him, she went back to eating her food because she was hungry. :::
NiteotheAngel:"No last name and since everything with Sasha and Marsten. Things have kind of been rocky. Probably not the wisest thing to do at the moment.":: An unsettling look came across her face as she continued to eat her burger. ::"No, not exactly but after everything with Felix. I figured you and Ryder might want to know about her.":: Shrugging her shoulders as she figured that it was a smart idea.::
Alex Vipond: "Is she...." he tipped his head and lifted a brow, silently asking if she was lycan or not. He continued to toy with the straw in his drink before he took a sip, one French fry lifted and popped into his mouth and chewed. It may as well have been cardboard, for all he could taste it at the moment. His mind was elsewhere. And no he was not looking at the waitress.
InkedPr1ncess: Kaly hadn't bothered to say that much, but now it made sense and she just nodded. "Ryder will surely know, maybe he can help. You know the whole rogue thing." That word was said a lot more quietly, and Kaly would surely get it. Then she looked over to Alex, she could just tell something was off. "Hey...you okay? Your mind isn't here anymore, I can tell." :::
NiteotheAngel:Kalypso just nodded as she looked to Alex.::"Yes.":: She then looked to Bren.::"Yes, I know. I just figured I would let you know about her in case you seen her around. I havent seen her in some time. And figured she might be busy getting acquainted with the city. I can always check with Deacon next I see him. See if he has seen or heard from her."::Returning her attention to Alex as Bren spoke.::
Alex Vipond: "Just not as hungry as I thought I was." he'd drank a whole bottle before leaving the studio and he was more or less treating himself like an infant. Feeding every two to four hours, just to make certain he didn't get any cravings, so why the hell... and then it hit him. He wasn't hungry. He just wanted to bite. His tongue ran over his teeth and he shook his head. "I'll get over it."
InkedPr1ncess: She watched him close, she wouldn't bring it to anyone else's attention but she had a feeling maybe he was going to need to go home to Meghan for a little relief. "If you gotta go, Alex, we're not gonna be mad. I was thinking if it was okay I could come by the studio tomorrow for some extra time." :::
NiteotheAngel:"Yeah Alex its not a big deal. We understand":: Smiles as she finished her burger and would start to work on her onion rings.::
Alex Vipond: "Yeah, sure." He nodded to her and yeah, he should get home to Meghan. Those urges could be a bitch, but Meghan gave him the best of both. It was like scratching two itches at once. Pulling his phone, he checked for messages, and then nodded. "Yeah, I think I should check and see what Meghan's doing." He would, however wait for the waitress to bring that to go box.
InkedPr1ncess: Bren motioned to the girl like she needed the box for him and she brought one over right away and put it down on the table. Bren didn't care, she put the food in the box for him and at least she had clean hands. "Friends take care of friends," she added, giving him a smile before she went back to eating. What else were they good for? :::
Alex Vipond: "Thanks." If he didn't know better, he'd think they were trying to get rid of him, but he was already rising, dropping a twenty to the table to go toward the bill and tip and then he smiled to them both. "Catch you guys later!" And with his Gus box in hand, he headed for the door, one hand fishing in his pocket for his keys.
NiteotheAngel:Kalypso would wave as she smiles and looks to Alex. Feeling bad for the guy. Knowing something was up but not sure what to do. She just watched as bren helped him out before looking back to her.::
InkedPr1ncess: "You better." She bared her teeth at him in a playful way when he was at the door, she was so not trying to get rid of him, but hell, she wouldn't force him to eat fries and burger if he had issues to take care of. ::::
Alex Vipond: Sliding into the car, he set the box in the passenger seat and backed out. Rubber bit the road as he pulled from the diner, and pointed the car toward home. Poor Meghan. Someday she'd get some rest.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Jul 31, 2013 11:56:54 GMT -8
InkedPr1ncess: Bren had texted Alex, just to see if he was free to come and talk. It might be a little harrowing if he was keeping a close eye on things at home, but she needed to know how Axle was. She sat at a far booth in the diner, she'd already eaten a huge burger, onion rings and a drink, now she was working on the fried pickles and another soda. Looking like she was in order but there was definitely worry in her eyes and it was hard to focus on the book that she was reading. :::
Alex Vipond: Alex pulled the door open and stepped inside, shades were propped up on top of his head, leather jacket having given way to denim today. A t-shirt that had seen better days and looked somewhat moth eaten matched his jeans that had frayed holes in them. He glanced around, spotted Bren and moved toward the booth where she was sitting. Sliding in across from her, he looked around, then back at her. "He's... off." That was putting it mildly. "Something is not right, at all." Pausing, Alex regarded her for a moment, then leaned across the table to regard her. "How did he seem, before last night? On average? Did anything seem ... different about him in general?"
InkedPr1ncess: She was glad to see him, but to hear something was off? What the hell had happened to Axle last night? She shook her head, pushing the plate and her glass to the side. "I thought he was fine...well, as fine as he could be, I guess. Went to bed just fine, when I woke up, he was gone. He didn't leave a note but he doesn't really do that. He didn't text me at all though yesterday, that part was a little strange. But what do you mean, off?" :::
Alex Vipond: "Well for one, his temp is low. His heart rate is slow, how the hell he can function is beyond me." Alex shut up as the waitress came over, a smile given her. "Coffee, please." When she left to get his coffee, he looked back at Bren. "Whatever is going on, it's not natural, by any means. His sister insists her brother is dead and that the guy we know is not him."
InkedPr1ncess: "Anna knows about him? Why isn't she here then, Alex? That makes no sense." Anna wouldn't just leave them all there to deal with it, would she? "So...this guy that I've been with, that wanted to kill me, is not Axle, Anna's brother? Who is he then?" Not natural made sense, but everything else was insane. :::
Alex Vipond: "Because until I messaged Leland, she didn't know." He leaned back again as the waitress brought his coffee, and as soon as she was gone again, he leaned forward, spoon stirring sugar and cream into the coffee. "I think he is, Axle. Or... was. I'm thinking possession. Or... possibly worse but I haven't heard back from Javier and Izzy is in London on business. Not due back until next week. Castiel I haven't heard from yet."
InkedPr1ncess: She felt her shoulders falling when she heard that word, she thought things like that were only in the movies but in their world, it should have made perfect sense. "Possession? I've never seen that in person before. I thought...it didn't exist." Whatever happened must have happened quick, because she noticed nothing strange night before last. "Are you just going to keep him there? With you?" :::
Alex Vipond: "Until I know better what to do with him, I don't see any other way around it. I don't know what else to do with him, and ... yeah. Possession is real. Even the Church has people to deal with it and you know how they like to sweep unpleasantness under the rug." Lifting his cup, he took a drink, then gave a slight shrug as he set the cup down. "This is beyond my scope. I don't know what to do."
InkedPr1ncess: She thought it was the best idea, really, if anyone could help, Alex could. He would know all the right people after all. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I...uh, what can I do, Alex? I don't want to see him right now, but...is there anything I can do behind the scenes? I would feel bad abandoning him completely." It was serious if Alex didn't even know what to do. :::
Alex Vipond: "I don't know what you can do, unless you happen to have an exorcist or some other expert on possession in your pocket." Alex took a sip of his coffee, trying to think of something that could be done. "I don't know. Leland and Anna are on their way back."
InkedPr1ncess: "Nope, fresh out of those. I guess...well, all I can do is wait. He needs to be taken care of, whatever has to happen. I know you will know best, and whoever you had to call." Least if he was locked up, he couldn't burn her shop down with her in it. "I'm glad they're on their way back. Little hard to handle this on our own, you know what I mean?" :::
Alex Vipond: "I just hope I'm doing the right thing. I don't know if keeping him locked up is helping or hurting him. I mean obviously it's safer for the rest of us..." He gave a shrug and then took another drink of his coffee. "Did you note any differences in his physiology? Sudden changes in temp, or odor or ... anything?"
InkedPr1ncess: "Not before yesterday. He was fine, like I said. I would have noticed something like that. I didn't notice a thing until he came into the shop yesterday and was glaring at Kaly like he wanted to eat her." Now, they all knew Kaly could piss people off, but she was not strong enough to do something like this. "Whatever it was, that's inside him? It had to have been after he left the house." :::
Alex Vipond: "Unless it was dormant. Just waiting. Maybe triggered by whatever is within hitting a wall, all efforts thwarted so it stepped up the game." Shaking his head, he sipped his coffee again. "Whatever, we're dead in the water until we get some answers from Anna and hear from someone capable of unfucking the situation."
InkedPr1ncess: It was definitely not Alex's fault that she felt helpless but she did. "I should have seen it last night, we've been close enough that I should have seen it. I just thought he was really angry about Anna not being around so he could talk to her. But what happened between him and Kaly? He's been a good guy, Alex, he wouldn't have just started to be angry at her for no reason." :::
Alex Vipond: "Fuck if I know." He gave another shrug. "Knowing Kaly I presumed that whatever had transpired to make her want to bolt yesterday was of her own doing, but in hindsight..." Yeah. Clueless. "If I get a chance, I'll ask. It could shed some light on things. Who knows?"
InkedPr1ncess: "I swear, Alex, she's like a damn magnet to cause a shitstorm. I would like to believe that she was innocent in this, but even if she's not fully responsible, she's got to have her hand in it." She was glad that Alex was going to ask, she was one of the few people that could at least 'tolerate' Kaly, and she didn't want to have an excuse to put her down. "If you need anything at all, Alex, just let me know." :::
Alex Vipond: "Kaly has no hand in what's going on. For one, she's not versed in such things, for another, she simply got in the way and did what she usually does, but whatever she saw, whatever she heard, could be of some use. I need to get home. I don't like leaving Axle alone in his hell." Even if it was torture, just having an idea as to what he was going through. "Bottom line, no one, and especially not Anna, is to go near him."
InkedPr1ncess: She agreed with him and it hurt her not being able to see Axle but it was best for her to stay as far away from him as possible while he was possessed or whatever it was. "Yeah, go ahead, of course you need to be there. If you can, would you mind calling or even texting me? Just to let me know?" :::
Alex Vipond: "If anything changes, I'll let you know." He nodded, then finished off his coffee and rose. One hand slid into his pocket and he pulled a twenty, laying it on the table. "If anything else comes up, let me know." He let out a breath, and then headed back for the door. He was worried, and there wasn't a hell of a lot he could do about it.
InkedPr1ncess: "Yeah, of course I will. Be careful." Alex was a very strong person but neither of them knew what to expect with Axle. She watched him go and then decided it was time to head home, she wasn't in the mood to eat anymore. ::::
Alex Vipond: "You too." he called back to her and then pulled the door open, stepping out. He had to get home, had to try again to get in contact with Castiel. He pulled his phone as he made his way to the car to check messages. Nothing, as of yet. Home he went, worry marring his brow as he drove.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Aug 12, 2013 18:55:56 GMT -8
InkedPr1ncess: Bren felt good, better than she had in a little while, and she had friends to thank for that too. Which meant texting Alex and seeing if he wanted to meet her for something to eat and she also had a couple of things for him. She wasn;t hiding in the back of the diner, she was at a booth with a Coke and looking over the menu while she waited. The canvases were wrapped in brown paper beside her. :::
Alex Vipond: Alex stepped inside, his shades pulled and slipped into the neck of his t-shirt. It was pleasantly warm out, though overcast so he still had a light jacket on, denim today, to match his jeans and that ever present chain that hung from the front of his hip to his back pocket. Really it was nothing more than decoration, since his wallet was not attached and it was too heavy for a watch chain. It was a throw back to his early days of toying with going public with his music, that he'd never gotten out of the habit of, especially considering the fact that it had come in handy in a fight a time or two. Though there was that one time some chick had grabbed hold of it and damned near yanked his pants off. That was another story, altogether. Once past the door, Alex headed for Bren's booth, the heels of his boots tapping against the floor as he moved. Sliding in across from her, he smiled, a nod given before he was looking toward the waitress to call her over.
InkedPr1ncess: She let Alex order first and then she put her order in, bacon burger without the cheese and onion rings. If she looked happy, it was because she felt happy and that was good. Once the waitress went off with their orders, she handed him both of the wrapped canvases and nervously waited. "These are thank you gifts, and I know you don't get thanked enough for stuff you do, but I do appreciate it." :::
Alex Vipond: "You didn't have to do that." Alex smiled and took the pieces, unwrapping them, one at a time and studying them. He was taken by not only the detail but the fact that she'd managed to find media from his blond days to use as models for the pieces. "Wow. Not only did you dig deep but you laid it out damned well." It wasn't all that surprising. Bren was a talented artist, but it didn't always correlate, ink and skin to art medium and canvas.
InkedPr1ncess: That was the good thing about the internet, you could find almost anything on there. The pictures had captured who Alex was and she hoped that the paintings had done the same. "I thought maybe those would work in your house or something. But you know, you deserve them, you and Meghan have been good friends to me. And you've helped out a lot." That was a relief, she hoped that he would like them, and if he liked it or not she was even going to treat him to dinner. :::
Alex Vipond: "Thank you, they're wonderful." He eyed the one and held it out, then leaned to one side and then the other, before giving a chuckle as he carefully set the pieces aside so they wouldn't get damaged. "Just checking to see if my eyes would follow me."
InkedPr1ncess: "You're very welcome. And dinner is on me, so you can't pull rank or use your age." IN reality, she was older than him but by actual years he had her beat by over seven hundred. And they probably would follow him too but that was not any magic in her work, just the talent of human hands. "So what else is going on? I'm beginning to think you have Meghan tied up in that panic room." :::
Alex Vipond: Alex regarded her for a long moment, a somewhat blank expression on his face. "I hadn't thought of that." Go figure. There was one place in the house that they'd not fucked like animals in. Of course now, after the shit with Lux's brother, he may well never go near the room again if he could help it. It would seem like inviting bad juju, which was not something he needed to do. He had enough black marks on his record without inviting trouble. "We're doing good. Meghan is keeping busy, we're contemplating a tour later this year, or early spring. Maybe even a New Year's eve show here."
InkedPr1ncess: "Oh really? That's great. I definitely wanna go now that we know each other. I'll have to check out a show. Maybe I could get Axle to come, I think he would like that." Who wouldn't like to listen to some kick ass music for New Year's Eve anyway? "I'm just leaving the house decorated until dinner this weekend. Got some really good food coming." :::
Alex Vipond: "Sounds great." Alex nodded, then leaned back as the waitress brought their order. "How's the puppy? Does he shed a lot? Gus is hideous for shedding though I don't know if it's the breed or just his sheer size."
InkedPr1ncess: "He's good, he's shedding some but I also keep him brushed and groomed. That's helped some. But I know it will get worse once he gets older." Jericho was as smart as a whip already, and he had trained well already. "He likes to eat though, I found a food that was really good for him. Honestly, it sounds crazy but if you ever need help with Gus, let me know." :::
Alex Vipond: "Gus eats everything. Food. Basketballs. My shoe..." Yes, he'd learned early that Gus had a shoe fetish. Alex had swiftly corrected the problem, but it wasn't before he'd lost one half of a pair of Nikes. He was just fortunate it wasn't his John Varvatos. "Lauren does a lot but she's getting to that stage where he's a bit much for her to handle. Not that he misbehaves but just the usual day to day things. He wears her out."
InkedPr1ncess: "Well, you know me; I got some strength in me. Maybe I can come over once a week or something and take him out for you. Jericho can even romp with him as long as he doesn't use him as a chew toy. He just needs somebody to help him run off some energy. Somebody that doesn't have balls for him to step on," she reminded him, yes she remembered that story well. :::
Alex Vipond: Alex cracked up. Yes, it was funny now, even though at the time he thought he would spit out his spleen. "Yeah well, I blame the slick terrain and the fact that I wasn't wearing shoes that had traction worth a damn... And the squirrel that Gus was chasing." Yeah the little furry bastard was just as culpable in that little comedy of errors. "Yeah Gus doesn't get much play time with the cats. They go all ninja on his ass and then run up a tree or something."
InkedPr1ncess: "Hmm, how about tomorrow? If you're home, I can bring Jericho over and get Gus off your hands for a while. Even if we just play outside. We'll stay away from the squirrels and terrain and slick shoes." She still thought that she would have probably pissed herself if she had seen it. :::
Alex Vipond: Without doubt. Alex nodded. "Sounds good. That will give me time to clean his room without him underfoot trying to distract me from finding his goodie piles. He likes to hoard his biscuits." Alex shrugged. "He's like a kid that has to tuck away sandwiches for when they make their break to go exploring."
InkedPr1ncess: "He's a smart dog at least but it's not like you're going to keep from feeding him. But I think it sounds like fun." Hell, if Gus wore her out, that would be a good reason as any to go gome and just chill out. "What kind of treats does he like?" :::
NiteotheAngel: Kalypso had a bit of homework to finish up. What better place to finish it then at the diner. She didnt have that much it was just an English paper about what they did this summer. She sighs as she had a few notes written. She was going to review the notes and put a rough draft together. It would be due at the end of the week. The teacher wanted to take them through the writing process. She was not getting any work done with Moses and Theodore playing. Which was fine but she wanted to play with them. She sighs as she waved to Alex and Bren as she came in and occupied a booth. Taking out a piece of paper and notes to see what she could put together as she figured out what to write.:: . Alex Vipond: "Steak, burgers, PBJ..." Alex nodded. "You should see him eat a PBJ, funniest fucking thing I ever saw." Picking up his burger, he took a bite, chewing slowly, before he picked up his glass and sipped from the straw. Setting the cup back down he gave Kaly a nod, then looked back at Bren. "As for actual dog treats he likes his Milkbones and those rawhide chews."
InkedPr1ncess: Bren exchanged a nod too to Kaly and then turned back to Alex. "Then fix him up one for lunch, I want to see him eat one. I was thinking I could get him some, let him get used to me. Then he will probably expect some every time I see him now. Jericho loves those pupperoni things." :::
NiteotheAngel: Kaly nodded and waved to both before looking to her notes as she wrote. She finally had an idea of what to say and decided to write it all down within reason. She knew there were things she couldnt write about. Sighs as she thinks. Her summer had been interesting if not anything else. She figured she would use her brothers as the focal point and write it as a journal entry. This was her summer and with some reflection of how she wished or thought things would go. Once she took paper to pen she just wrote and before she knew it she had two pages double spaced.::
InkedPr1ncess: Kaly hadn't been talking to Bren the past couple times that she had seen her, she didn't think that anything was wrong but who knew anymore? She went to eating her burger and onion rings, making a mental note to stock Gus up on some more treats that she could bring to him the next day. She was looking forward to it. :::
Alex Vipond: Alex smirked. "I feel like I'm going to be packing my kid off for a play date." He dipped a french fry and then popped it into his mouth. Another bite of the burger was taken and he glanced back toward Kaly as she studied. "I'll make sure to back him a lunch." He was chuckling, "Well he is the closest thing to a child I will ever have."
NiteotheAngel: Kaly was trying not to be a burden or bother to anyone that and she had school to focus on now. Plus she was starting drivers education this semester and the new job. Plus the new puppy. Her plate was pretty full as it was. She reads over as the pencils finally stop. Making sure that she did not get carried away in thought as she seemed to follow it. She would read it out loud before going to bed tonight.::
InkedPr1ncess: "And I have an Explorer now, so if that's not enough room for him, I'll haul a horse trailer next time. He'll be fine though, don't worry." She wouldn't let anything happen to the big kid of Alex's and it wasn't like he couldn't intimidate anyone if he really wanted to. "Has he ever been away from you before?" :::
Alex Vipond: "He rides in Lauren's station wagon well enough. He shouldn't have any issue with an Explorer." He nodded, "Oh, yeah. Lauren's taken him out and about numerous times."
NiteotheAngel: Kaly would just collect her things as she grabbed a shake to go. She had to let the dogs out and run a bit. Before boarding them up with her for the night. Theodore was making himself right at home with Kaly on her bed.::
InkedPr1ncess: "Good thing, I can't wait. I think this is going to be fun. I'm willing to bed that I run down before either of those dogs do." But she didn't mind it, she would pick him and his lunch up. :::
Alex Vipond: Finishing off his burger, Alex leaned back, and eyed his empty plate, a slow smile creeping across his lips. "You know, it's funny, but I never thought I would be able to do such a simple thing, ever again."
NiteotheAngel: Kaly paid for her shake to go as she had her bag over her shoulder as she headed home. She had things to do as she waved by to Bren and Alex as she left.::
InkedPr1ncess: Bren had an appetite too, she had polished off the burger and worked to finish the onion rings. She could definitely understand Alex's appreciation, she was excited for him. "I think that's really something. It's amazing though. Last time you came over, you weren't able to eat yet." :::
Alex Vipond: Alex gave a wave in return and then looked back at Bren. "Paden said it could well be because of the bond. It would be kick ass if it would nourish me, but that's not happening." Picking up his drink he took a sip and then looked out the window. "I should get home. Thanks for the dinner and the portraits."
InkedPr1ncess: "You're welcome, any time. Just text me or something whenever you're ready so I don't just show up and then I'll come and pick up the baby." She gave him a smile and a nod. "Yeah, Meghan might be ready for you," she joked, she did not want Alex missing out on that. :::
Alex Vipond: Alex smirked and rose. "If she's not, I'll wind her up." He slid from the booth, portraits in hand. "I'll let you know when Gus is ready to go play." He raised his hand and waved, then headed out the door.
InkedPr1ncess: She gave him a wave and watched him go, finishing off the last onion ring and her drink before she put some money down on the table to cover both of them. She was definitely in the mood to head home now. :::
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2013 11:15:11 GMT -8
InkedPr1ncess: Bren came to the diner after a quick run through the shop, doing some last minute paperwork and payroll before Mike took over for her again. She needed some good normal food because she might not be back in that awesome place for a little while. She was dressed in cargo shorts, a shop t-shirt and tennis shoes, all the tattoos barely hidden, and her hair was up in a ponytail. Booth it was for her, sipping on her lemonade while she waited for her crispy chicken salad and onion rings. She wasn't quite done with Hunger Games again yet, but close. ::::
Broken v Rose: Eithne had been walking around the area, doing a little exploring herself, until her stomach had given a low rumble... usually a good indication of hunger. So she made a side trip to the diner... not sure why she was particularly drawn here as there was plenty of places to eat, but so be it. She wore a pair of worn blue jeans with a white tank top and a pair of black sneakers. Jolly Roger tattoos on open display on the upper portion of her right and left arms. Copper toned hair was pulled back in a low pony tail at the base of her neck. With one hand, the other in her pocket, she opened the door and walked in, taking a gander before wondering if it was a seat yourself sort of joint or one where someone led you to a spot. (done)
InkedPr1ncess: Bren noticed the newcomer, only because when she came in, it was just as the waitress had brought over her food. She was more than welcome to find a spot wherever she wanted to, of course, since the place was relaxed. The book was set to the side for the time being and she was really ready to eat. She could put away a lot of food, but thank goodness most people just thought she had a regular high metabolism. ::::
Broken v Rose: An infinite appetite was defintely something Eithne could relate to, though she kept hers under wraps unless she was at home, of course. She could sometimes be found cooking up enough of a feast for five or more people, but devour it herself. Taking a seat in a booth - relatively cozy and almost impossible to be snuck up upon - Eithne took a look at the menu. Though her twitching nose could not help the scent of the chicken and onion rings - so persuasive... "A pepsi and two of whatever that is." She said, nodding toward the other customer when the waitress came to her. (done)
InkedPr1ncess: She would guess that sometimes the waiters and waitresses did wonde3r how the regulars ate so much, but if only they knew there were non-human stomachs devouring their good food. She gave the woman a nod, even though she didn't know her she got the idea that maybe in that way, the woman's stomach was a bottomless pit like her own. "Really good food here," she told her, just so she would know she was getting her money's worth. ::::
Broken v Rose: "To be honest, anything is better than my brother's attempt to out do my Shepard's Pie." She replied to the other girl when the waitress left, a small smile on her face. "But I'll take your word for it. What would you recommend as a dessert?" And if asked how she could even think of dessert if she was going to put away two dishes, Eithne was prepared with an answer for that! She was used to making up excuses for her appetite... hyper thyroid had been a good excuse for awhile. (done)
InkedPr1ncess: Of course that wasn't going to be a hard question to answer, she usually frequented the dessert menu while she was there. "Coconut cream pie or the blackberry cobbler with vanilla ice cream. Both delicious." She didn't want to interrupt too long so she went back to her meal, taking a few bites of that piled high salad and then 'washing' it down with a couple onion rings. Definitely worth the money to come there and eat. She'd texted Alex to see if her friend wanted to join her but so far no answer. :::
Broken v Rose: She nodded and when the waitress returned with at least her Pepsi, Eithne put in an additional order for one of each. She was eating a little more than usual in public today, but so be it. Again, if asked, she would just use some excuse. Brown eyed gaze drifted back to the other again. "Good book?" (done)
InkedPr1ncess: She held it up for the woman to see. "Hunger Games, yeah, it's really good. Have you heard of them before? It's a trilogy. New movie is coming out soon." She would likely go see that one, just like she saw the first one. "I'm either drawing or reading while I wait," she rambled, woman seemed friendly enough so no harm in making conversation, right? :::
Broken v Rose: "Hunger Games..." She echoed, before chuckling. "Heard of them... always thought the name was a little messed up. I thought it would involve cannibalism or other sorts of weird acts, but my brother told me otherwise." Not that she had been all that tempted to look for herself anyway. "I usually fall asleep while waiting, depends on where and how comfortable I am." (done)
InkedPr1ncess: "Nah, no cannibalism that I can remember. It's really good. Plenty of weird stuff going on though." She couldn't imagine falling asleep in the diner, even if it wasn't crowded there was music playing and people talking somewhere. "New in town?" she asked casually, some people liked to talk and some didn't. :::
Broken v Rose: Normally Eithne wasn't the talkative sort, but her brother told her she needed to be more 'open' so at least she was making an attempt yes? "Yeah... my brother and I moved in with my cousin until she left to go to college in Virginia somewhere." She replied... she had been contemplating on going there herself, really, but Kian was usually talking her out of it. (done)
InkedPr1ncess: "Virginia all the way from Seattle? Long distance. Must have wanted to get out of the pacific northwest." That was like, literally all the way across the country. One thing Bren had never known was having siblings, she had been an only child even though she had wanted a brother or sister sometime. ::::
Broken v Rose: "See... s'what I thought too! But everyone else says I'm crazy." Everyone else being what small family was in Seattle. "They said there's some small musical arts school there that she got a scholarship for. Not as grand as she would have liked, but better than nothing." She shifted a bit when the waitress brought out the two orders of chicken and onion rings. To which Eithne plowed into without hesitation. (done)
InkedPr1ncess: Bren couldn't blame that, she was digging into her salad and onion rings. She liked Seattle, she had ended up there from LA and she thought that was her home now. "Nah, not crazy at all. I thought Seattle had some pretty good music at the colleges but I didn't go to college so I guess I'm no expert on the subject." :::
Broken v Rose: "Well, with the trouble she's had, I guess she deserves some solitude in doing what she wants." Eithne admitted - after having swallowed her food of course. She took a bite of the chicken and eyed it curiously for a moment before continuing on. (done)
InkedPr1ncess: "Makes sense. I was like that, loved LA but ended up here and it's just where I wanna end up. Guess when someone has troubles, they want to end up far away from them." She saw the woman eyeing the chicken and then just smiled, going back to her own meal. She was lost in thought for a few moments, caught up in what she was going to do, but it was all going to work out for the best regardless of how it ended up. :::
Broken v Rose: "Except her trouble started in New York... so she didn't get that far away from it." Unless the real trouble involved her parents... which Eithne had to admit, her aunt and uncle could be a bit on the suffocating side of things. It didn't take long for the chicken and onion rings to be put away... she had shifted to lean against the window while legs propped up in the booth with her stretched out. "Not bad..." She replied, downing the rest of her Pepsi and now waiting for the dessert to come out next. (done)
InkedPr1ncess: "Told you." She let the woman eat, she had to be able to enjoy that food and Bren polished hers off as well and decided that she was going to treat herself to some dessert at the same time. She did order the cobbler, it sounded just too good to pass up. "New York is nice but I would never want to live there." :::
Broken v Rose: "Me neither, hence why I'm out here." Eithne replied, thanking the waitress for the refill of Pepsi and looked down at the creme pie and then the cobbler. "Which one of these are your favorite?" (done)
InkedPr1ncess: "Definitely the cobbler, that's why I got it today. But the pie is good too." After reading a few more pages, she tucked the book into her bag and just sat back to relax and wait for dessert. The girl definitely had a lot to think about. ::::
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2013 19:10:33 GMT -8
Axle - The Diner seemed as good a place as any at this point it had really been where it all started again hadn't it? So maybe this time would be a charm. He had to smile at that. He had only just rolled back into town. Stopping by his sister's shop first to let her know. She wasn't overly pleased but it was what it was. The blacked out 1970 GTO was parked faithfully in front of the restaurant. Something he had picked up from Texas when he had gone. Seated at one of the booths with a healthy portion in front of him. Gray thermal was pulled tightly over his muscled body, while ripped up faded jean's kept his lower half covered. Dark brown jacket was tossed in the booth next to him while the black conductor style cap kept his longer hair under wraps. Facial hair also had gone untrimmed for the time being. The rougish man was nearly unrecognizable to any human but those that knew him as what he was would find the scent familiar- d
Bren It was irony at it's finest, that Bren and Axle would end up at the same time at the place where they met. Of course a lot had changed since then, but that was life and she was okay. When she walked in, she looked as calm and relaxed as she had been lately, just finishing up a shorter day at the shop. The purple streaks were visible in her hair even when it was put in a ponytail and she had on a pair of black capris, untied tennis shoes and a metallic pink t-shirt under her hoodie. Taking a seat at table not too far away, she hadn't spotted him yet because she ordered a Coke from the waitress with a smile. But when she pulled out that book to read, the scent was unmistakable. She knew it from memory but she was not going to let herself look. Not yet. ::::
Axle - He was not so lucky to be so unaware. He could sense her as soon as the bell rung his shoulders rolled slowly and he put down the burger that was in his hands. Leaning back he didn't make it obvious that he was looking at her instead he finished his meal slowly. His hazel gaze lifting to glance at her every so often. A low sound left but he was moving pretty slowly. Boot falls would be nearly silent as he lifted from his booth and walked toward hers. There was no real ceremony to it instead he just slid in across from her. His hands folded on the table top. His gaze didn't leave her then. It was heavy and had a level of intensity that was difficult to read. Yet it wasn't hostile instead just direct- " Bren" - Said in a low greeting. That drawl was just as thick as it had always been, his tone remaining level- d
Bren The second glass of Coke was pushed away as soon as she heard the footsteps, it was inevitable really that they talk, and the plate of half finished chicken strips and onion rings would be placed to the side. "Axle," she said quietly, looking up from her book and catching that intense gaze. She hadn't seen him in a while and knew that she couldn't have pissed him off but she didn't feel anger coming from him. The drawl caught her up for a second but then her heartbeat slowed down. "What's up?" The most basic question but conversation had to start somewhere. ::::
Axle - The corners of his mouth would perk up a moment before he settled again- " Oh you know...same ol...same ol" - he would only be slightly sarcastic- " How you been?" - It was a fair question, it was only slightly awkward. Then again it was better than screaming and havin things thrown at him. Not that he thought she was crazy but he wouldn't blame her had she gone that way. After everything had happened- " Just got back into town today...seems like nothing has changed" - d
Bren- "That's probably because a lot hasn't changed. Some things, but not a lot. And I've been good, keeping busy at the shop." For a moment she thought about it, starting a wolf fight in the middle of the diner, but even with all the unanswered questions she wasn't going to embarrass herself or him. She just shrugged, no big deal, right? Of course she wasn't prepared because she honestly thought he was gone for good. "Still at Alex's condo?" she asked curiously, that was the last place she had taken his things anyway. Pity he was even better looking than he had been before. :::
Axle - he eyed her still curiously at how calm she was. Must have been a good time to catch her. Sometimes that inner animal just didn't allow such niceties but he was thankful for it. For both of them for the time being- " That's good" he nodded his gaze canting up noting the streaks- "Nice" - he nodded and leaned back his arms crossing over his chest briefly. Still guarded but he still appeared comfortable- " Nah I haven't been there in awhile actually. Left town. Had to get some things set straight, my head together you know..." - he looked out the window a minute before looking back to her- " Got a place out in BFE right now...up in the woods. Its comfortable for me" - Seemed he had still felt the need to separate himself from society for the time being. He tapped his fingers on his arm a second before leaning forward- " Look. I know this probably isn't the place but it just so happens this is the place we are" - Axle was different, he was a different man then the one she had known. She had gotten just a brief glimpse of who he really was- "Things. Got fucked up. I mean I can't really say much other than that. You were caught up in shit that was beyond me. I'm wrong for that. Not much i can do about it now...but for what its worth. I'm sorry that what happened happened."- It was genuine even if it sounded less than emotional- d
Bren- It normally would have been her that brought it up, and before she probably would have raised her voice and cursed at him at least. But she was already well aware of how she had pushed him and how she had made more of it than what was there, so there was no reason for her to cause a scene."You don't have to apologize, but thanks for it anyway. I know what happened was something you couldn't help and you got overwhelmed. Maybe that was why you didn't say good bye. But I should apologize, I know I went overboard with you, because that was what I was told. Long as you're okay, that's what matters in the end." Was she bothered by how it had ended? Yes, definitely and she had missed him. But she was learning a lesson. "BFE sounds about nice though,being away from all the crazy shit. Hope that helps you." ::::
Axle - He laughed lowly some- " Sure something like that" - he wasn't the innocent nice guy that she knew. It was unfortunate but it just wasn't him. He wished it was but he could only be who he was. He nodded to her and gnawed on the inside of his cheek a moment. His brows lifted a moment- "Sure you could say that...or you could say thank god the crazy shit is away from all of you" - he smirked there was something evil in it but it was only a glimmer and it was all his own- " its pretty nice. A couple bedrooms. Nothing fancy. Keeps me happy and sane for the most part...but enough about me. Whats going on since I've been gone?" - d
Bren- It felt a bit awkward but they couldn't really expect anything less, it was what it was. She decided not to comment on the crazy stuff, she would keep that to herself. "Not a whole lot. Alex and Meghan have a sex tape apparently, it was accidental but still there. Uh, we have that masquerade 3-day event coming up soon, that's pretty big. Oh, and we have a new Ulfric. Other than that, not a lot going on." There hadn't been much excitement at all, not really anywhere. :::
Axle - He nodded- " a new Ulfric huh?" - he would just blink and sigh- " Has Anna gotten with that program yet?" - He wasn't sure she ever would break down and join a pack again. Then again it wasn't exactly like he was busting down their doors either. Though Axle was at least going to attempt to be respectful enough to meet with him. He hadn't really recalled meeting the last one longer then a few minutes.- " Well at least everything seems on the up and up. Can't ask for much more than that" - He tapped the toes of his shoes against the floor. There was no real tension it was just forced conversation at the moment and he disliked that- d
Bren- "Yeah, not sure if you ever got to meet TC, but he's the Ulfric now. Ryder had to split. And I have no idea if Anna is with that program or not, I've talked to her like once in the past couple months." Sad because the two, she thought, had been friends, but maybe she was just caught up with Leland still. She ate a few more bites of the chicken strips and onion rings before the plate was pushed away again. "Everything seems okay, just slow. If I had any excitement I would probably dance a jig right here in the diner. Good to see you again though, you look good." :::
Axle - He rolled one shoulder- " Not surprised. She sort of went back to her old frigid bitchy self once everything went down the way that it did. I saw her earlier she seems to be in rare form so trust me you aren't missing much there." -He rolled his eyes slightly at the thought of his sister- " No i don't think I remember him but hey might go see what it's all about. I like my alone time but I miss being a part of something you know? something familiar" - it was worth looking into certainly- " Sometimes slow is good. Though I think it'd be worth you dancing a jig or just me watching you do that. Sounds entertaining enough to me" - Another slow pull of his lips into a smirk- " Yea well its hard work to maintain such a good look for myself" - he rubbed the scruff on his face his appearance was less than well kept- "Thanks though. You look good too. purple really uh...brings out your eyes" - He laughed lowly- d
Bren- "I do miss her though, it was fun talking to her. But she's got her own stuff to do, so I imagine one of these days I'll come across her again. And TC is a good guy, no nonsense but he was a good pick." Axle's smirks would make her want to melt or slap him, she wasn't sure yet which she was going to do. She was going to behave, that was mandatory. "That right? I don't dance much anymore, though you did miss a good show at Styx not long ago. Me and Alex got up on the bar and danced. It was funny." She would doubt though that he had ever had trouble looking good. "Purple brings out my eyes? Hmm, I'll accept that. It was a random idea I had one day." ::::
Axle - He nodded- " She isn't hard to find, she got a place not too far from the record label. Opened up some voodoo soap shop or something I dunno. Its called the Vine if you were ever looking for some over priced shit to wash yourself with." - He gave her a slanted look- " That's a pity that I missed it, Maybe I'll catch the encore one drunken night" - A roll of one his broad shoulders had him resting once again- " Sure why not. Purple is a good color..." -d
Bren- "You still have those drunken nights? Now that would be interesting, I think. I was thinking of going home and opening up a bottle myself. Got some absinthe sent to me." She would definitely have to check out Anna's shop, to talk and catch up but she wanted to see some overpriced shit to wash herself with. "Okay, so what can we do to make this less weird? Not saying I have to jump your bones again but...you know, this is weird." She pulled the plate back over, she was suddenly more hungry. :::
Axle - he grinned again easily- " your lucky to catch me sober most days...so yea drunken nights, day's mornings..." - he was sure that didn't sound great but he did what worked for him and his tolerance was far higher then he could have ever anticipated call it a personal best. Or goal- " Oh nice. Is it the good stuff? Hard to find the real stuff these days. It'll get you drunk for sure" - Though when she pointed out the obvious elephant in the room he only sighed- " Hell if I know. The way I figure it, probably just whats natural and it will get better in time...but I'm just sayin you want to jump me again I'm okay with that. If you think it will help you heal obviously" - Again with just the hint of a smart assed grin- d
Bren- "Hmm, what would that do for you? You got me curious. I've never had sober sex with you before, or sex where there wasn't someone else present." That was an elephant too, but one that she was very glad that was out of the room. "Yeah, it is the good stuff, had it shipped to me from a friend. Maybe a crazy buzz is what I could use tonight. How about you?" She was eating at the same time, but still paying as much attention. :::
Axle -" What would what do for me? You jumping me? I dunno. A good time? What else is there?" - Laughing he shook his head- " Can't think there would be much of a difference honestly. But I'm sure id be willing to give it a college try"- He nodded- " Hell if I know. Probably try to find Alex and check in...see if I can't track down this Ulfric see what he is all about. I dunno my schedule is pretty empty at the moment" - d
Bren- The invitation that she was about to extend had nothing to do with a huge sexual hunger like they could incite in each other before, but it was just so neither of them had to be bored. "Wanna hang out and do something? We could go out to the park and be stupid or go be retards and swim in my pool. Don't think that necessarily means I wanna jump you." Could she? Easily, because that scruffy face was a lady killer. :::
Axle - He laughed at her. It was easy. There was no expectations from him or of him and he was okay with that. he wasn't looking for anything. But he was a man and he was expect she would know that by now- " Sure I can hang. Just gotta do what I gotta do first" - he would begin to slide sideways out of the booth- " Well try to control yourself will you...because I mean sex is terrible. who likes sex" - again with the sarcasm. He grabbed his jacket and slipped it over his shoulders- " I'll catch up with you later alright" - turning he moved out of the diner and toward the blacked out car.- d
Bren- Well, all right then. He was still a smart ass and that was to be expected, but who knew if she would see him? "Yeah, I'll see you later." No plans, nowhere to meet, that was amusing. But it was whatever, she'd finish eating and then head home. If she saw him, she saw him. It was a toss-up. :::
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Post by Alex Vipond on Oct 28, 2013 17:31:17 GMT -8
InkedPr1ncess: Bren was taking a much needed break, from the business to do with the shop and all that worry, and it had been time to go get some good food in her system and chill out. She'd already ordered her food and was sitting in a booth in the back, book open on the table and dressed very comfortably. No makeup, hair in a ponytail, and jeans, tennis shoes and a Marilyn Manson t-shirt. ::::
Alex Vipond: Alex pulled into the lot, and slid out, eyes from behind shades checking the lot, before he stepped back and closed the car door. The car was locked and alarm set as he walked away. It was habit, as second nature as breathing. He crossed the lot into the diner; that Louis Vuitton chain swinging at his right hip, pinned to the hip pocket of his jeans. A rather incongruous black t-shirt with sparkles on it that read 'I only sparkle at night' was worn beneath that black leather Diesel jacket. His gum rolled around from one side of his mouth to the other and then he spotted Bren in the back. He headed that way and slid into the booth opposite her.
InkedPr1ncess: She glanced up from the book and saw Alex, he looked just as classy as he always did, even if he was dressed down. "Hey, what are you up to? You want something to eat?" It was nice to see him, and there was plenty of good food and drink to be had at the diner. "Like the opposite of Edward Cullen," she joked, making a reference to his shirt. ::::
Alex Vipond: "I happen to know an Edward that would love to see Stephanie Myers choke in her sleep." He turned and lifted a hand, drawing the waitress over and ordering a cup of coffee. Once he had it, he smiled and then looked back at Bren. "How are things going at the shop?"
InkedPr1ncess: "This Edward you know would probably want to be the one to choke her in her sleep. Most do, right? The real ones." The thought made her smile, even if she had liked the books. Interesting fiction they were. "It is what it is, I'm working on it, cops are working on it, got the employees helping out. Just a lot of stress even if it is fixable. I was doing good until this happened." ::::
Alex Vipond: "It's a setback that will be overcome." He nodded. "I really kind of missed you last night. Friday I understand because you had the break in, Saturday even, I could see you being tired from working on getting the shop secured and making arrangements to have things fixed and or replaced, but I really needed you last night."
InkedPr1ncess: It was expected, she'd gotten that feeling last night, but Alex she didn't mind talking about it too. "I know, you have every right to be disappointed that I wasn't able to stay very long. If it had been up to me, I wouldn't have left at all. And I wanted to make a longer appearance than I was able to. I got too stressed and it happened at just the wrong time. Are you angry?" She was disappointed that she had to leave when so much hard work had been put into it. :::
Alex Vipond: "I'm disappointed. I don't see the need to have left. There wasn't at that time, or shouldn't have been at that time, anything that needed immediate attention, short of someone breaking in again, or a fire, or flood. And I understand you possibly having been upset over seeing Axle there, not just seeing him, but seeing him with someone else. It's stressful. I get it. But I didn't duck and cover when Alea walked in and I think Alea trumps an appearance of Axle with another woman any day. Maybe that's my own perspective, but Axle's presence isn't something that could quite conceivably turn deadly."
InkedPr1ncess: "Okay, just so we're all clear, me leaving had nothing to do with Axle. He can behave any way he wants to, and yeah, I avoided him because I didn't want things to get awkward." She wasn't going to get mad at Alex because he assumed that, she knew he wasn't the only one that had thought it. But she needed to correct it before it went any further. "I have no idea what happened with Alea, I'd guess that happened Saturday night, but the situations are probably completely different. I didn't leave because of a guy, I left because I wasn't going to be able to stay the whole evening anyway." ::::
Alex Vipond: "Well your reason given at the time was due to the shop, but the shop doesn't exactly wash, which left me to speculate as to the reason. Now if you'd said you had an early morning meeting, or an appointment, that I could have understood, but you didn't. You basically blew smoke up my ass, which I didn't appreciate."
InkedPr1ncess: The drink was forgotten and so was the book, she'd been glad to see Alex to catch up until present conversation started. "Blowing smoke up your ass? Alex, I'm not a kid, I wouldn't do that to anyone and especially not you. I stayed Friday night as long as I could, until I got the call and I wasn't able to come Saturday, which I do regret. Last night it was a lot of stress but at least I made an appearance because this was our work. Now I guess it's my turn to not appreciate being accused of something silly. Forget Axle, I have. He does not affect my life, no matter who sees it that way." :::
Alex Vipond: "Axle isn't the point, Bren." Alex studied her, before continuing. "The point is, I needed you. And when you tell me something like you have to leave to go take care of the shop, rather than I have to go because I have an early morning to take care of the shop, it tends to cause confusion. I am sorry if I came to the wrong conclusion, but can you see where and why I did?"
InkedPr1ncess: "I know that you needed me, and if you think that I'm not sorry I disappointed you, you would be wrong. I wasn't going to be able to stay last night, and I'm sorry that my stress level and worrying kept me from staying longer." She felt guilty, Alex and Meghan meant a lot to her and she had let them down again. "You did come to the wrong conclusion, and I can see why you did. But you could have asked me instead of just assuming. Just like I should have done my best to put my stuff aside and stayed for the ball." :::
Alex Vipond: "Which was why I wanted to talk to you about it." he leaned back, arm on the back of the bench and then picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip. Setting the cup down, he regarded Bren. "I'm sorry I came off accusatory, and I can see where it would be stressful, trust me, if someone broke into the studio, I'd be out for blood." Literally as well as figuratively. "But that's what insurance is for. No it won't cover the cost of sentimental items damaged, but it will cover repairs and the replacement of equipment." he reached over and patted her hand. "Don't let it eat you up. You'll get through this. Have the cops found anything? Sasha working the case?"
InkedPr1ncess: The gesture was appreciated, and she felt bad for being defensive to such a good friend. "It's not the money, I have plenty of money to outfit a shop ten times over. It's the fact that things were going good and then something bad happens again. I just got stressed because I put so much work into something and then someone ruins it, and that caused me to skip out on something I cared so much about." She wished Sasha was working the case but she hadn't seen her in a longer time. "No, I haven't seen her." :::
Alex Vipond: "Turn it into an opportunity. Do some remodeling. Hey, have Meghan help out. You girls don't spend enough time together. Get it all done up, and then have a grand reopening. Post it in the papers, do half off specials on certain days to make up for the loss of revenue while the shop was closed. I'll bring my guitar and do some strumming on the sidewalk and talk about my ink and where I got it."
InkedPr1ncess: It was embarrassing to cry and she had teared up a little bit but she wiped it away quick and Alex had managed to get a smile out of her. "You are so not a street musician; it makes me think we should put out your guitar case for donations. Why not set up in the shop? If anyone wants to donate, we can give it to the charities. I'll talk to Meghan, see if she wants to help." She missed Meghan and hanging out with girl time, but that was a good idea. "Wise, Alex, very wise. I just need to look at it with a level head." :::
crucible storm: The stone gray GTR pulled into the lot , well today could have gone better. Though something she'd figured out? Bad days were made better by greasy food. She caught up her purse and slid out of the car. The newspaper in hand as she made her way in. The jeans and blue blouse worn while the blonde hair was pulled up high into a pony tail. Toss on a pair of sneakers and the one was ready for the world right? Obviously not as much as she thought. She glanced around inside before heading toward one of the tables. {f
Alex Vipond: "Good. I know Meghan would appreciate you calling. She feels left out when you call or text me and not her." He smiled, then turned as the door opened, glancing to the woman who entered. She looked familiar, but he didn't place as to why right off. Give him a moment or three and it would click. He looked back at Bren. "And for the record, I have played some of the finest street corners and subway stops in New York."
InkedPr1ncess: "Please tell me you're kidding, Alex. I would feel extremely shitty if Meghan felt left out." Yeah, that was definitely something on the to do list, she'd inked the woman up for God's sake. "I will call her, see if I can get her out with me." She looked towards the door, the woman looked familiar and she offered a smile. "Oh, I think I saw her at the ball the first night, she had a gorgeous dress on. But fine, if you wanna play on the sidewalk, feel free." :::
crucible storm: The small smile and nod was given to the pair, she remembered them fairly well from the Charity ball. She looked up to the waitress . " BBQ burger and a coke please. " She requested before unfolding the newspaper. The idea of finding a job would be fairly easy there were a lot listed, though very few in the field she was interested in. She dug her phone out and the ink pen as she dialed one of the numbers. " Hi.. I'm calling in reference of the ad you have in the paper.. oh.. um.. no.. I don't have a degree but I can assure you I'd be very beneficial to your office. Hello? " She blinked and shook her head, marking out that one. {f Alex Vipond: "She definitely needs some girl time." Alex nodded, then looked to the woman again. "Oh yeah." He nodded. "Kind of a wallflower, but very, very elegant." He looked back at Bren. "I will do that." he chuckled. "The point is to get them into the shop, not take up the space they would need to do so. She definitely needs some girl time." Alex nodded, then looked to the woman again. "Oh yeah." He nodded. "Kind of a wallflower, but very, very elegant." He looked back at Bren. "I will do that." He chuckled. "The point is to get them into the shop, not take up the space they would need to do so."
InkedPr1ncess: "She could use the girl time if you two weren't pawing at each other all the time. That's partly your fault too, you know." But it was all in good fun, girl time was needed and Meghan had a fabulous eye. "When it gets all fixed up, you’re gonna be a star of the show too. I don't mean to eavesdrop, but sounds like she needs a job and I need help." :::
Alex Vipond: Alex looked back over at the girl, a contemplative expression on his face. He looked back at Bren. You know, since you've taken over the responsibility of pimping me out, we could use someone to take up the whole mail, phone, fax and filing thing...." He stared at her. "I don't always paw at her. Sometimes I poke." He shrugged. "I can restrain myself long enough for you two to get some quality time together."
crucible storm: She was getting about as far as well one might expect. She set the phone down as she tried not to listen but well yeah she glanced toward the two and offered a small shy smile. " Um sorry I know you all are busy..and I.. I'm not trying to interrupt " ok so she was shush! " Either of you know if there's a clinic or.. something that needs help? " Well thus far the paper before her had quite a few X's on it. {f
Alex Vipond: Alex slid out of the booth. "As a matter of fact, if you want to join us and tell us a little about yourself, we'll tell you what we have, and then Bren and I can arm wrestle each other for you."
crucible storm: That sound a bit odd to anyone else? The expression on her face was a bit uncertain as she shifted a bit. " Um.. alright.. " She gathered up the paper , purse and coke as she walked over toward their table. "I'm Timber... " introducing herself to them, well..again. {f
Alex Vipond: "I'm Alex and this is Bren." he gestured for her to sit. "Please. Tell us about your qualifications."
crucible storm: She gave a small nod and sat down, scooting a bit as she drew in a breath. " Well , that sorta seems to be the problem.. I don't have anything on paper. " Thus far it seemed what people were more interested in. " Um. I can answer phones , run billing.. um.. type, though I can't imagine anyone that can't anymore. " she reasoned out and absently smoothed out the paper in front of her in its folds. " I'm willing to learn anything, almost anything.. " {f
InkedPr1ncess: Bren's food had been brought out and Alex had seen her eat and didn't get embarrassed, hopefully the new girl didn't. "Well, I have a tattoo shop but we're temporarily offline and this guy here is a kickass musician that needs some help at the studio he has. Not that he meant to overwhelm you or anything." She grinned and stuck her tongue out, good thing her mouth wasn't full of food. :::
crucible storm: She gave a small nod. " What happened? " When she mentioned it was offline at the moment.." Well I guess it really comes down to what do you two need done? " {f.
Alex Vipond: "Paper isn't all it's cracked up to be. There are a few places around that need help. I personally need a phones, mail, email, AP type person. Let's see...." he paused. "I know Uriah could use someone at the pool hall too," he looked at Bren. "Who else do we know that needs someone?"
InkedPr1ncess: "What about Anna? I think Axle mentioned her opening a shop. She could probably use some help. I just need someone to help me keep my head on straight, probably another receptionist when the shop's going again." She turned to the girl and just shrugged a little "Break in, gotta put the place back together." :::
crucible storm: She looked between the two as they bounced names and such about who needed what back and forth. " Oh.. I'm sorry to hear it. " The small frown touched her face as she chuckled at the growing list. " well.. I just need something to keep me busy.. I don't mind working for minimum wage.. I just.. don't like sitting idle. " She admitted. Then again the car in the parking lot was a good indicator she wasn't really hurting for funding. {f
Alex Vipond: "Well, swing by when you feel like it, and take a look around and see what seems like the best fit. I think Anna's shop is like one of those little Bath and Beyond things. Soaps, scents, candles. I picked up some great scents for my wife."
InkedPr1ncess: "You know, Alex, if she were interested, I could just show her stuff at the studio since I got that all arranged for you. Make things easier." She hadn't been to Anna's shop yet but it sounded nice. She could use the help but things were going to be a mess until everything was put back together again. :::
crucible storm: She gave a small nod. " Sure.. if you like I'm sure I can help out whereever.. it'll help me get to know the people and the area better. "She pointed out as she smiled at the waitress as she brought food out. {f
Alex Vipond: "That works too, and if it's something you want to do, then you just let us know. If not we'll throw you at a couple other people." He smiled.
InkedPr1ncess: "Might as well throw her to the lions and get her prepared for Seattle the right way." But she would assure her that neither Alex or she would steer her wrong. ::::
crucible storm: She laughed quietly as she cut the burger in half. " Thanks.. I think. Um.. I was hoping to try and volunteer at one of the clinics or something but.. they are fairly adamant about having a degree or some form of alphabet behind your name."she chuckled quietly before that was muffled by the bite of burger. {f
Alex Vipond: "Yeah they're snobby that way, but if you're looking to do some charity work as well, I do a lot of work for Donate Life and The Michael J Fox Foundation." He nodded.
Xavier Darnai: There is a certain amount of irony to benedictful [REDACTED].
Alex Vipond: Someone has to prove that not all things that go bump are assholes.
Xavier Darnai: Nothing was said about them not also being assholes.
Alex Vipond: True.
InkedPr1ncess: Bren was goig to be silent for a few, she was eating heartily since she'd skipped breakfast because of being at work. But she was still paying plenty of attention and she had to give Alex a thumbs up. "Part of the reason we had three charities to donate to at the ball, three causes that mean a lot to us." ::::
crucible storm: " Yes I was more than happy to donate. "She admitted as she gave a small nod to Alex. " I would like to help out with them. More so than simply offering money. However if you both need help at your shop and studio, I'll be happy to do that too. Like I said.. I .. am used to a rather busy schedule, idle hands are the devils playthings as they say. " {f
Alex Vipond: Alex sipped his coffee, sitting there in his 'I only sparkle in the dark' t-shirt. Nodding, he set his cup down. "So I've been told. And took if the studio or Bren's place isn't to your liking, there's also Styx Pool Hall that needs people. That I know for certain, Uriah was complaining the other day about not enough help."
crucible storm: She gave a small nod " I appreciate you both helping me with this. I guess I really didn't think it all the way through when moving out here. " She explained {f
Rhev Matthews: Door of the Diner was pushed open to letting himself come stepping right on inside in a pair of blue jeans and white shirt. Gunmetal gray eyes moving around to taking in the scene even with an upnod of a greeting tossed towards Alex even as he moved forward to putting in an order of fries.... a very large order and cup of coffee. [d]
InkedPr1ncess: "I didn't either. When I first moved here, I didn't even have my shop opened up. It was like, just moving and thinking about it later. I don't mind helping and I know Alex doesn't. Pool hall is an awesome place, that was where my dear friend Alex here danced on the bar with me." :::
crucible storm: She blinked and coughed a moment as she looked at the pair of them. The napkin brought up to hide the smile , since well food in her mouth. "Dancing.. on the bar? " the hazel eyes flickered between the two. {f
Alex Vipond: The nod was returned and he looked back at the girls. He coughed and looked between them. "In my defense, I was egged on, and double dog dared...." As if that excused it.
Xavier Darnai: At least no one skipped to 'triple dog dare'. That is a serious breach of protocol.
InkedPr1ncess: "Did I double dog dare you that night? Well, it was still fun, and there is no video or photographic evidence of that night." She turned to the girl and smiled. "He doesn't seem like the type, does he?" :::
Alex Vipond: Totally.
Rhev Matthews: Oooh and ther eis the stunning brenley who also was given a nod of greeting while collecting his cup of coffee and fries. He made his way over to Alex, Brenley, and the unknown woman. Setting down his coffe and fries to do a quick signing towards Brenley. Mind if I join your happy table? Yes he is a mute!
crucible storm: "And of course your pride would not allow such a dare go.. unanswered. " She asked with a grin. The gentleman that had come in and nodded to Alex had joined them, the small polite smile offered before she shook her head. " Well, being a performer I'm sure it was just a smaller stage but a stage all the same. " {f
Alex Vipond: "Yeah but it's somewhat odd without a mic in hand or my guitar." Giving a low chuckle, he lifted his cup, took a sip and then gestured for Rhev to have a seat. Bren was gonna have to scoot over.
InkedPr1ncess: Bren scooted over, it was the nice man who had escorted her into the ball Friday night, and a friend of Alex's. She signed welcome to him, just so he wouldn't have to whip out his tablet, she wished she knew more than the sign language that she could remember. :::
Rhev Matthews: He slipped down into the seat beside Brenley and pulled out his phone to do a quick message which was shown to trio. Yeah that pad of paper was a pain. Thanks and how did the rest of the charity go? Another quick message for the woman he didn't know. Hello, I'm Rhev. [d]
crucible storm: "Hello.. I'm Timber.. nice to meet you "She inclined her head to him as she read the message , then hushed to let them talk about the event, and she could finish eating her dinner { f
Alex Vipond: Alex didn't know dick for sign language. Unless one counted the one fingered salute and rock and roll horns. That was it for him.
Rhev Matthews: And that is why he used a pad of paper or his smart phone to communicate unless it was just him and someone else like say Brenley who knew sign language.
InkedPr1ncess: Bren wasn't an expert but she knew enough not to look like a complete tool as she signed to him. "I love your name," she said to the girl finally, she wasn't sure if she had introduced herself and had just forgotten. She made Alex hold up his hand and showed him a couple times how to sign his own name. "Not so hard. We'll do the whole alphabet later." :::
Alex Vipond: "Mine should be this...." And he held up rock and roll horns, both hands. \nn/ \nn/
Make Me MentaI: Meghan has some signs he knows, but I don't think he wants anyone else to know them. Rofl
Alex Vipond: No. Top secret shit there.
Rhev Matthews: He grinned at Brenley and Alex before doing a complicated series of signs towards the duo, let's see if Bren could keep up! Mary had a lamb one time, but than I got hungry and needed something to go with my beer. She lacked steak and potatoes too, but it was alright because I was able to scrounge up some seriously good entertainment off her old record player. Speaking of records, Brenley would you like to go on a date together to one of Alex's next gigs? Or perhaps a movie and dinner sometime? He needed a social life!
Alex Vipond: Nice segue. Too bad it was lost on Alex or he would have gotten a chuckle out of it.
crucible storm: " Thanks.. its Timberly but.. I really hated that. "she admitted with a light chuckle before quieting down once more. {F
Rhev Matthews: Plus what male wouldn't want to be seen with an awesome womanlike Brenley? Yeah he was kind enough for those who didn't follow to translate and show them, except Brenley for now.
InkedPr1ncess: She could barely keep up, she knew most of it but not all but the part she got made her cringe a litt.e Liked Rhev already, he was good looking, but she was not going down that road just yet. "Maybe some other time," she signed, giving him a sympathetic nod but that didn't mean she didn't want to be friends with him. :::
Alex Vipond: Alex's phone rang and he shifted in the seat, pulled it from his pocket and ran his finger over the screen. Lips pursed as he looked up at the others. "I gotta take this, I'll be right back." And he was gone outside with his phone call.
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Jack Santana
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Her Private Dick: If she was an assassin (which at this point he knew she wasn't, at least not out to snuff him out) she was playing a dangerous game...when she moved, he moved... clearing enough room between Him and the screen to draw the pistol without obstruction.. she removed her jacket, and his head, still bowed, moved upwards, his steely blue eyes watching her shadow..."...You're putting me to sleep here...confess something worth listening to..."..-d
Jack K Santana: "What, my sex life isn't good enough for you?" Well now she was just indignant. "Fuck you." She rose, grabbing her jacket. "Nice watch by the way. Father." She started to step out and then paused. "Oh, and you're a little slow on the draw. I'd suggest going to a Glock or an HK, but then you old timers like the heavy metal."
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Post by Jack Santana on Nov 25, 2013 15:44:26 GMT -8
Jack K Santana: Jack didn't waste any time in getting to the diner. She knew Jacobs would have no issue tracking her as he was undoubtedly tracking her phone. She told the hostess she was expecting company and asked for a booth in the back. She settled with her back to the wall, where she could see both the front entrance and the door way leading to the back. Coffee was ordered and she was perusing the menu as she waited.
KiIIer StyIe: Sometimes things had plenty of ties to multiple shades of the world, and the Five and Diner seemed to be one of them. When she had mentioned it as the choice of meeting it had the added benefit of recently having been scouted for security purposes. The young man with the rather choppy short hair approached the front with a whistled tune, hands shoved into the pockets of what would have been a three piece suit if he was wearing the jacket. Instead it was just tan slacks and a matching vest, a green button up with rolled up sleeves, and a brown necktie. He briefly spoke with the hostess before finding his way to her booth and sliding into a seat across from her. "Miss Santana."
Jack K Santana: "Mister Jacobs." She regarded him, taking him in. He was sharply dressed, and she was all leather and attitude. "Call me Jack." She closed the menu, giving that universal signal that she was ready to order. She leaned back coffee cup lifted, and a sip taken while she watched him over the top of the cup, before she lowered it once more. "So, Darnai Motors has lost something that needs to be retrieved."
KiIIer StyIe: "Just Jacobs." He smiled in the sort of friendly smile one might expect from a shark that had just said it was turning vegetarian. "Mister makes me sound unapproachable." Folding his hands together and resting them on the edge of the table, he gave a slight nod as he heard her basic explanation of the situation. "Technically no. It's impossible to lose something that didn't exist in the first place. Which these didn't. If they did exist, then yes, I'dsay that getting them off of the market is of the utmost priority."
Jack K Santana: "So this phantom thing that doesn't exist..." She smiled as she regarded him. "How was it taken?" One doesn't need a retrieval specialist if there's nothing to find. Even if the item was just a concept and the data surrounding it was taken, there was something to be retrieved. Unless.... "Or are you more interested in slapping the wrist of the one who took this thing that doesn't exist?"
KiIIer StyIe: "Theorhetically it would have to be an inside job of sorts. An employee for the company would be the only one who knows that they're in storage, where they're in storage, how they could be moved without alerting security, and where security's blind spots are, and when to tell the delivery team to take them without being noticed." Leaning back in the seat a bit, he gave a slight roll of his shoulders. "But because this is very much a hypothetical experiment, discipline isn't exactly appropriate."
Jack K Santana: "I need a roster of your employees. I need to know who has the security clearance to know these things don't exist and where they don't exist. I need their employment records. I need security logs, video surveillance if you still have it. I do know sometimes these things are wiped after so long. How long has it been since these items didn't go missing?"
KiIIer StyIe: "I can tell you exactly who would be responsible if such a thing were to occur, and why looking into it that direction isn't going to be so helpful." He paused for a moment as the waitress approached, ready to receive an order. "I will have the cottage cheese, fruit, and hot tea, please."
Jack K Santana: "Burger, fries, chocolate shake and another cup of coffee." She looked from the waitress back to Jacobs. "Dead end?"
KiIIer StyIe: "Exceptionally. Anton Trensky would be the name of the employee to look in to. But he has a history of not being Anton Trensky."
Jack K Santana: "A real chameleon?" Hey, she had traits of cat. Large, ferocious, speedy cat. What's a shifty lizard to the assholes that fucked up her DNA? She paused. "He didn't, or doesn't, as the case may be, happen to have a tattoo on the back of his neck, does he?"
KiIIer StyIe: There was a shake of his head as he leaned forward a bit, resting his elbows against the edge of the table with a sort of smirk. "No, no tattoos, nothing so obvious as that. What I can tell you is who would have received whatever it would be that Mister Trensky could have passed on to whomever it was that took the particular product from him. I'm not sure who the go-between could be in such a scenario, but figuring out that piece of the puzzle would likely make this whole hypothetical situation a lot less concerning."
Jack K Santana: "So we work backward. Who wasn't last seen with this nothing?" She lifted her cup and took another drink. The scent of food was making her stomach take notice and her mouth water. She glanced toward the kitchen, then looked back at Jacobs.
KiIIer StyIe: "I have it on good authority that an Armenian arms dealer by the last name of Kavehjian would likely be the type of person to receive such a product if they were ever to make it to the market. It's the sort of thing that me might take interest in, because it would allow him to get his foot in the door as a possible replacement as a stabilizing factor in the Eastern Bloc. Of course even without this hypothetical things out that way are particularly messy right now." Following her gaze just enough to catch the door of the kitchen, he looked back to her with a smile and sat up a bit more. "Not that someone at my company should be aware of the inner workings of the arms trade. Afterall, Darnai Motors doesn't even have a weapons division."
Jack K Santana: "Of course not. Where does this Kavehjian hang out?" When their food came out she stopped talking, giving a smile to the waitress and then looked back at Jacobs once the woman was gone. She started in on her food. Dude, she was hungry. Call it a high metabolic rate. "And what makes you think he would be the only one interested, or the most likely to be interested in such a product, if it existed?"
KiIIer StyIe: "I have absolutely no doubt that he would be the only person interested, in fact I'm quite certain far too many people of the wrong sort would be interested. Unfortunately he's the only source that I know for a fact would be likely to receive them." Picking up his own fork he took a bite of the cottage cheese after spearing a piece of melon to use as a spoon. "But Kavehjian himself is not likely to leave Armenia while the area is so unstable. His men tend to be the sort that are likely to be found wherever someone is trying to make a stable connection to the Eastern Bloc, though. I hear he's the expansionist sort."
Jack K Santana: She just needed to get the man to want to reach out and touch her. "Expansion is always a good thing." She nodded. "These things that don't exist. Do you not have a sample that doesn't exist, that I can use for bait?" What better way to get the man to pay attention to her, than to dangle the very carrot that he wants. KiIIer StyIe: "I can't exactly provide something that we're not manufacturing, but I could certainly see about providing you with something else that may very well catch his interest assuming you don't need assistance transporting them." Pouring hot water into his tea cup, he bounced the bag twice and let it rest in the liquid to steep.
Jack K Santana: "Is it bigger than a bread box?" She continued to eat until her plate was clean. Once it was, she shoved it aside, and took up her cup again. The waitress had been kind enough to leave the carafe so she could refill it when she wanted.
KiIIer StyIe: "That would depend entirely on the bread box, and how you're choosing to measure the item to be contained in said box." Picking up the tea cup, he pulled the bag from the mug to catch it in a spoon and quickly wrap the string around twice to squeeze it dry. "I could provide a smaller product that might catch his attention, but there's no guarantee it would be as effective."
Jack K Santana: "Well, I need dimensions and weight, to know how I am going to move it. Those are rather important details." She sipped her coffee, then pulled her phone and checked the screen. After a moment, she slid it back into her pocket and looked back at Jacobs. "What is this item that is going to be sure fire to catch Kavehjian's attention?"
KiIIer StyIe: "A replica of a rifle used in a high profile assassination several years ago. It has an incredible range, and a unique design that allows it to quickly switch between four magazines without needing a physical exchange." Using the spoon to set the spent bag on the saucer, he lift the cup to take a sip of the tea, looking at her over the rim.
Jack K Santana: "Well that's a neat trick. Kind of negates the whole, one shot, one kill scenario. Must be for one of those moments when you need to fuck someone’s day up, and the day of everyone around him." She nodded. "Who was assassinated by the original?"
KiIIer StyIe: "The founder of Darnai Motors, and my predecessor." Lowering the mug to the table again after taking another sip, he picked his fork back up to spear more fruit and cottage cheese. "It was the sort of shot that had a lot of people in the less desirable businesses very jealous of the gunman's equipment. We were able to get our hands on the schematics." Jack K Santana: "Well that's kind of morbid. However everyone loves a good weapon. When and where do you want me to pick it up?" She refilled her coffee cup again, that carafe getting lighter. "Kavahjian has a hard on for Darnai Motors, or at least you predecessor, deceased though he may be?"
KiIIer StyIe: "No, not specifically. The company has done quite a lot for his homeland, improving hospitals, public transportation, you know, the good work." Both his brows lift as he scooped up the last of the cottage cheese. "But like so many men in his particular situation, I do not believe that he shies away from what he knows will make money. If there is a connection between Kavehjian's business and my predecessor, I don't think I could speak to it accurately."
Jack K Santana: Jack nodded her head slowly a few times, then looked back at Jacobs. "This product that doesn't exist except in only the remotest hypothetical situation.... what would it be, hypothetically."
KiIIer StyIe: "Ever wonder what it would be like to face a mythological creature? The sort of supernatural thing they show you in the movies? When it's shot and it just laughs because the bullet couldn't hurt it? Wouldn't it be something if the bullet forced it to react like the creature wasn't supernatural? That it could be mortally wounded because it had been shot someplace that would kill anyone else that wasn't the scary movie monster?" He paused for a moment, lifting the mug and looking into the liquid. "That sort of thing could certainly be dangerous in the wrong hands. It's a good thing nobody made anything like that."
Jack K Santana: She regarded him a long moment, deciding she didn't like at all what got out. Not that she was a scary monster, but she did look sort of hellish in the morning after a bender. "It's a very good thing. And what do these nonexistent bullets look like?" And would they fit this weapon she was going to be picking up? One question at a time, though. She was still wrapping her mind around things.
KiIIer StyIe: "Something that has the potential for that sort of biblical destruction would have to be composed by the sort of process that practically eats the energy around it. I have to imagine that the rounds themselves would probably end up so pitch black that they don't look to have dimension. The casings would have to be made specially as well, not simply copper casings. Probably something a bit more red than that." Stirring his mug once in his hand, he brought it up for another sip.
Jack K Santana: "Why red? Why not blue, or silver or gold?" She contemplated a long moment. "So these rounds, hypothetically... They are made up of what? Antimatter?" She contemplated a moment longer, before adding yet another question. "How stable are they?"
KiIIer StyIe: "Just the way the chemical properties of the casings seem to effect the light around them, I imagine. And antimatter is probably a very good way to phrase it. Not entirely accurate, but it gets the point across well enough. But : to be viable at all I imagine they would have to be very stable. Until fired at least." Leaning forward again and punctuating the thought as he motioned to her with his mug, he gave a slight nod. "If someone was to fire one, I would hazard a guess that they probably get a little jumpy."
Jack K Santana: Leaning forward as well, she spoke lower than she had been. "Jumpy as in losing necessary cohesion, or jumpy as in going off track?" Either seemed potentially catastrophic.
KiIIer StyIe: "Something like that would have to fire completely straight or it would be utterly useless, but once it has it's point of impact, I can't imagine something that has gathered that much energy in the process is going to remain inert. All that pent up energy is going to need to go somewhere. Hopefully it would just degrade over time."
Jack K Santana: "Pent up energy is never a good thing. She knew that all too well. She knew how she got, how she couldn't be still in those times. "So if that were in a human body, or ... not so human body, it would just jitter around and wreak more havoc."
KiIIer StyIe: "Hard to say exactly how it would react. If it were to hit wood, it would likely leave streaks of the effective material along the drag path, that could stay around for quite some time. Hours maybe. If it were to hit flesh? Well I couldn't quite hazard a guess about what the long term effects were except to say that whatever was shot would likely need medical attention quickly. I hear getting shot is unpleasant."
Jack K Santana: "Yeah it's about as fun as a chewing on razor blades." She was thinking. "Darnai Motors isn't by chance working with a company called Manticore is it?" If it was, she was so going to kick someone's ass. Mostly hers.
KiIIer StyIe: "Not in any direct dealings. If they have a subsidiary that we're dealing with, it's either for the case of being the lesser of two evils, or because the subsidiary has its own merit. They're not someone on our active partnership list." For the most part these days Darnai Motors was dealing with governments and public health when it came to corporate alliances. They weren't generally in a situation of requiring external help.
Jack K Santana: Great. She leaned back, suckling her teeth for a moment before she let out a breath. "Alright look. This isn't exactly something you can affix a price to. I'm going to charge a flat, hourly rate, plus expenses. And I want all the intel you can scrape together on Kavehjian. And the rifle. You get me those things, bring them to 4401 East Marginal Way. It's on the Duwamish Waterway off of Puget Sound. Be there by five tomorrow evening."
KiIIer StyIe: "There are two things to consider here, the first of which is that while I'm not concerned about the cost of this particular venture, I can't be tied to the collection of the intel that you're asking me to deliver in any way. If you require people to provide you information that you can review on the Armenian cartel as it stands, then I would suggest possibly speaking with the person who refered you to me. He doesn't have any such barriers. The second detail to consider is that you're not going to be the only one looking into this matter. I have no problem paying you for your time, and there is a large enough discretionary fund to handle such an investigation several times over, but if you're looking into this I'll need a way to justify your consultation fee without having to alert the necessary agencies that product that doesn't exist has gone missing." Through the whole of it, Jacobs remained smiling pleasantly, having leaned back into the booth and folded his hands on the table.
Jack K Santana: "Security consultant. You have intellectual property to keep under wraps. You don't want some hacker, or other sort of criminal element running amok around your offices. You hired me to thoroughly test and review your security measures."
KiIIer StyIe: He grimaced a bit. If he was asked by the board and provided that as an answer, they would know he was joking of course. But that would probably be enough to drop the matter. "Fair enough. I'll make sure the answering service knows to put you through whenever you might call. In the meantime, if you require specific equipment of a federally acknowledgeable sort, let me know. We may be able to provide certain assets." They were a motor company, after all, and they had branched out to some consumer electronics fairly well several years ago.
Jack K Santana: "I'll let you know." She nodded, rising from the seat of the booth, dragging her helmet along the bench until she was able to rise. "And I don't care who delivers the merchandise tomorrow, just so long as someone has it there tomorrow evening." She headed for the door and out, pulling her helmet on as she crossed the lot to her bike.
KiIIer StyIe: It would be there without problem, dressed up like a furniture delivery and inside of a lovely leather foot bench. Watching as she stood, he gave her a nod and smile and saw to the check as she left.
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Post by Alex Vipond on May 6, 2014 23:40:04 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: That murdered out Benz was in the lot. Alex was home, for a whole three weeks before heading back out on tour. He'd left the studio and stopped at the diner for, well, company really. Not that the place was crowded, it was in fact kind of quiet at the moment. A couple of customers at the counter, and one at a far table, and then Alex, there in the booth, nursing a cup of coffee.
DoII Fangs: Nadežda knew the rules. Be careful and behave or they'll put you down. Put her down, you know, like she was a lame horse. But was it her fault that she'd been turned at a tragic age, or that she was young for a vamp, or that she lost control sometimes? Oops. Without her keepers, who would be coming for her in an hour, she wandered in, mostly to observe those lower on the food chain. Oh yeah, she was that kind, the kind that considered vamps to be superior.
Placenia Hosea: How long has it been? Two whole months gone by or was it an entire year vacation from the city altogether? He's been on a business trip and thought about Seattle while sitting in one of his private estates, one of them in Hong Kong, but that was an apartment that cost him a bundle it did. Pulling up to the familiar Five and Diner, headlights in the front shining a bright light through the diner's windows indicating there was someone parking outside. Sitting there behind the wheel, listening to a random rock band, the speakers a little loud to wake the "dead" sorry for the pun. Pounding his left hand on the steering wheel for the final time as he rocked to the beat, he gunned the engine and exited his blue Porsche. (d)
Alex Vipond: When the door opened, Alex looked up, the girl noted and he leaned back, watching her. Some might find him pervy looking at a girl so young, but Alex knew looks were deceiving. Yes, Alex could relate to that kind. He was sired by such. When the headlights cut through the diner, Alex glanced out to the lot, then looked back at the girl.
DoII Fangs: And she's got the greenest of eyes. She looked around the diner, big black lamb lashes going down. And then up. This was a rare, rare treat. Usually her Ctezpah kept her confined. Just until you learn to control yourself a little better. And he had a point there. So this was an outing and a test. Clad in a peasant type dress that could have been fashioned yesterday or a hundred years ago, she finally realized she should move. At least away from the door. The main rule, after all, was to look normal. You know, assimilate with the he-food and she-food.
Alex Vipond: Alex wasn't the prying kind, so he wouldn't try to dig around in her head, in his mind it would be bad form to do so. Instead he lifted his coffee cup and took a slow sip of the brew. He did, however, send out one thought, should she be able to catch it. Come. Sit It was only polite, after all.Okay so technically, that would be two, but who was counting?
Placenia Hosea: He smelt female, but didn't know her as the feminine scent was brand new while his old friend, Alex, it's been too long hasn't it? A crack of his lip into a sly, but sweet smile towards Alex while nodding to the young lady, his hazel orbs studied her form assessing all of her thinking while simultaneously greeting his old ally by way of a squirrel handshake. "Long time isn't it, senor?" His voice deep, yet, elegant and the sound of someone who spent too many years in higher learning. The outfit he don was a black and red vest with a silk shirt beneath it, followed by a pair of black trousers though did he really want to scream I'm an undead..not that he was making it too obvious. As for the ankle, snake skin boots it came almost to his knees. A pair of red gloves meant for riding on horses was also visible covering his hands, maybe he's been out riding one of his black beauties at his estates stables most of the evening before finally thinking to drop in, here he was. (d)
DoII Fangs: Now she was stuck. Ok she was here. She walked in. Now what? She wasn't allowed to go all demon child and have fun. She knotted her hands and pondered, and thought about calling for Stefan or her keepers. Apple mouth was just about open and chirp hello, when she got hit in the head with a thought, literally, like a dull hammer. She looked around. They're lucky she didn't go all Lost Boys and hiss. Rather, Nadia was lucky she didn't, since she didn't wanna be put down. Like a lame horse. Turning to that beacon that hit her, she wandered over there slowly. And sat. Since the elder told her to. And he had to be an elder since he just got into her head. "Hi." And this was a victory. She walked over and said hi just as normal as you please. She should get an A on this outing. So far.
Alex Vipond: The brush of Hosea's fingertips to his wrist as they shook hands was returned, a nod if you will to the blood, given by their kind to an elder which was accepted as such. Alex gestured to a seat at the table. "Sit down. How have you been?" His gaze slid back to the girl. She wasn't a fledgling, no, but she was in fact young, a slow, indrawn breath told him that much. His gum rolled around his mouth from one side to the other. Yes, he was drinking coffee and chewing gum at the same time. He smiled to her, then offered his hand out to her. "Alex. This is Hosea." His free hand lifted to gesture to the newly returned traveler.
Placenia Hosea: Joining his old friend, he sat down next to him while beckoning to the young lass whatever her name was didn't have to be so..shy or frightened. Hosea wasn't the kind of person to seek trouble only to learn from others, he was more of a seeker where wisdom could also be a deadly weapon indeed of provoked. Turning to him only slightly, he answered without hesistating. "Mm...it's been a long day for me anyway. Just got in a few nights ago. Traveled here and there, I'm swell." The detailed version, leave it to him to make a little novel out of it. An inviting smile towards the lady, gestering to join them if she wanted to that is. "Evening miss..." He echoed her greeting, then returned hisinquiry to Alex. "What about you? " A gentle, boyish smile made him look ten times as innocent...if you can say he was...ahem. (d)
DoII Fangs: He offered his hand, and she placed her own within his grip for a social handshake -- and her's might have seemed a pinch more demure or old fashioned than usual, given the way she slightly bowed her head. But it was just a habit she'd yet to break. Alex and Hosea. Committing their names to memory, she chirped softly. "I am Nadia." The apples of her cheeks lifted right up in brief, bashful smile before she took a seat with snooty posture, small hand smoothing over her sundress smock which had a Prada label in it somewhere, proving that not everything about her was old fashioned. Then back to old habits. She made a tidy clasp of small hands on her lap, like some Czar or dignitary might join them in Seattle for a talk. At a diner.
Alex Vipond: "It's a pleasure, Nadia." He nodded, shook her hand and let it go, then looked back at Hosea. "Touring. Busy. Just got back from London." He looked back at Nadia. "Would you care for anything from the menu?” Whether or not she could palette anything was unknown. Some could, some couldn't.
Placenia Hosea: Sweet, nice tone too for such a young thing like her. The Belle side of him almost lost it even before she decided to sit with the guys, a hint she wasn't exactly a fledging indeed from his observation there was a lot more to this femme fe telle. Luckily, he took care of two of his needs at the house or the entertainment may have began the minute he stepped into this diner. "A pleasure Senorita...Nadia." A Spanish accent flowed as he moved those soft red, curved lips. "What brings you to the city?" Questions, questions. Since all of them are here what's to say, silence cannot be shattered between them? (d)
DoII Fangs: She could eat food meant for the humans. But, princess like, she always acted like she could not. It was something she was still all Russian and petulant about. She wanted an AB Positive. She didn't care if It --the AB Positive-- came in a stuffy Ralph Lauren shirt or in nothing at all, that's what she -- and then she cut that thought off, in case these two were listening. Gosh this outing stuff was hard. "Pleased to meet you both." Back to somewhat old fashioned, it was like this constant flip-switch. "A plane." A plane brought her to the city. Nadia loved being stupid. It was the price of being twelve forever. She giggled musically then cut it out so as not to offend. "My Ctepah is here in the United States on business, Sir." Then she was mute again, ticking large green eyes between them.
Placenia Hosea: Oooh! He's not the only one around here whose always on his feet, nice to know the two kindred share a few in common, then again, their jobs keeps them busy so there really isn't room to sit down long enough for the smallest of conversations. When he does get the time to visit on a moment's notice, his time is anybody who can also have the same with him. (d)
Alex Vipond: Alex cracked up. Leaning back he regarded Nadia. "I'm gonna like you." He lifted his cup and took a sip, then motioned for the waitress. He needed a refill and no doubt Hosea might want something. As for Alex, he preferred A Pos, and was bottle fed. A nice little happenstance from his Life Force Industries based in, well, the basement of Harvard Medical. Cloned blood. Sadly they couldn’t do negative blood just yet. But they were working on it. The benefit of drinking bottled? Zero free radicals. It was like drinking from a child.
DoII Fangs: When Alex laughed,one more infectious giggle spilled before finally she subdued. But that giggle was rotten, rich and straight from the belly. She loved loved loved laughing. Now she canted her head, puppy dog like, curious with the big eyes on them both. They were going to drink and maybe eat human food. And she could have too. Only she pretended, like a little shit, that she could not. Still her cheeks were lifted in a cherub like smile, more relaxed than she was when first she wandered in. If Stefan heard of this, she might even score more outings.
Placenia Hosea: Alex liking her? Indeed, the lady certainly was too damn cute, while his methods did not include her ways of expressing emotions such as when she responded like that for instance, hard core women were entertaining, the complex kinds too. What will the world be like without the fairer sex to intervene. He turned to Alex already putting in his order. "O or A positive." O was his favorite of choices, it has been since he was a young fledgling under his sire. If there wasn't any in stock then he chose an alternative. Hosea didn't wear the ancient necklace usually seen around his neck, the jewelry he uncovered during an archaeology expedition long time ago. It allowed him to be so normal that humans alone wouldn't notice whether if he was undead or alive. Access to churches without ill effects or consuming solid foods that would otherwise be rejected, tonight, he wanted to be him. (d)
Alex Vipond: Alex gave Hosea a double take, and then looked at the waitress. "He's kidding! Such a kidder. He'll have coffee." Alex nodded, and then looked at Nadia. "Would you care for anything, Nadia?" Awkward moments are so ... awkward.
DoII Fangs: "No, thank you though." She smiled at them both, tickled simply to be outside, in public. The sound of the door and the smell of wet dog meant that her guard was coming in. Jack. He was a big burly werewolf in Harley Davidson gear and he was the only one who could really tackled the little darling down when she got bat shit. Jack was as much for the public's protection as he was for Nadia. Quickly she moved, the sound of expensive ballet flats tapping over floor as she scurried to him. "Just ten more minutes Jack. I met some friends alright?" Not that she waited for him to reply before she was tapping back. P.S. Jack did not smell like a dog. That was Nadia being uppity again.
Alex Vipond: Alex looked to the new arrival and nodded, a gesture given the remaining chair. "Care to join us?" The vampires in the city had an alliance with the local wolves, and Alex counted more than a few of them his friends. "She's a very charming young lady." Alex nodded. Didn't want to insult her by calling her a child, even though that was in fact, what she looked like. Alex knew the blood was older than that, despite her appearance.
Placenia Hosea: He didn't have an alliance with wolves as his alliance were with the jaguars, speak of the devil as there was a female jaguar coming in, one of his was a tall and intimidating of a woman who could make Lara Croft an angel compared to her. A string of jet, dark brown curls spilled down around her shoulders as she glanced the room, her keen senses detecting her ally with Hosea was deep as it was...how does one say? Sexual since he must feed two of his meals per day, hopefully she didn't go into an x rated dialogue reminding of his ardeur feeding when blood was nourished, the other was another story. It was like a craving, a need, but not everyone can handle a Belle Morte unless you had a higher endurance level...his ability to drain sexual energy than what fluids mortals held, they were just as boogey man next to every other vampire known in the world. "What are you doing here? " He said, not expecting the tall woman to find him here of all places. The two people she didn't know, those deep green pools noticing the young girl, a vampire...she only smirked to her then was introduced to Alex, looking him up and down the way her feline physique worked in sync. "Mako? This is my friend Alex and Nadia, this is Mako." He introduced one of his jaguars to them. (d)
DoII Fangs: Jack up-nodded at the other men and politely declined joining them. For now, he stepped back out for a smoke, allowing Nadia her ten minutes. She settled again, one ballet flat kicking idly and slow. She was out, in public, in the United States, and she had new friends. She was n.o.t. leaving. Sidelong she popped a peek at the woman coming in, then she closed her eyes real tight as if her lids needed to be shut in order to try this. Since Hosea was talking, she aimed it at Alex, a test run. Can you hear me too?
Alex Vipond: With the arrival of the jaguar, Alex was reminded of Brazil, six... seven years ago. Only it was a tiger. Bastard made the mistake of cornering him. Alex tended to come out swinging when cornered. Or in that case, heart rippage and a pyre at sea... A nod was given the wolf as he stepped out, and then his eyes went back to the cat. There were few cats he got on with. Thumpy being the top of that list. And the younger cats he'd rescued from behind the studio. As he was being sized up like a piece of meat, he looked from the jaguar, to Nadia and smiled, a slight nod given, before he responded in kind, since her eyes were closed. Yes. Alex looked back at the jaguar as introductions were made. "Mako. Like the shark." He offered out his hand.
DoII Fangs: She peeked one big green eye open, at the jag lady, then the other eye. "Pleased to meet you." She didn't know any jaguars. She didn't know much of anything come to think of it, so she was gobbling the woman all up her gaze then she looked at Alex, delighted and surprised, tickled like it was her birthday because he heard her. It worked. Now she was quite mute, with brows lifted and apple mouth half hanging open. She was going to try this on her Ctepah soon as she got home. And a human was in the back, cleaning the kitchen, because she just got a whiff of them. It hit her like Chanel 5 only better. But this was a test. So she ignored the scent totally.
Placenia Hosea: Mako came to give him her cell phone, it was her leader in Sao Paulo he wanted to talk with him about something personal between them. "Really?" Standing from the table, he took the phone in his hand putting it to his right ear excusing himself from Nadia and Alex. "I'll have to take this call, be right back." Hosea left to take care of business that relates to supernatural politics, he was glad this wasn't his sire cause...well, he'd probably have a heart attack. If vampires heart could beat that is, that would be exactly how he'd feel about that woman who gave him the dark side of life, typical she was. Dangerous and yet, beautiful. So does roses with its thorns. (d)
Alex Vipond: As Hosea moved off, his eyes turned back to the jaguar, from Sao Paulo. Where Alex had been stalked. Had he actually gotten the type of cat wrong? Could be. He wouldn't ask though. That would be like wearing a sign, I killed one of yours, whaddayagonnado? He looked back at Nadia. "So where do you live, when not here in Seattle, on business with your Ctepah?"
DoII Fangs: Green eyes lifting to Hosea, she bobbed her head at him in an obedient manner when he excused himself. Jack would be back in, in a moment, to collect her and this made her sullen. Her shoulders sort of slumped like someone had ruined Christmas morning. From that, she peeked at Alex with his inquiry. He was going to think she was joking, or nuts, but she wasn't. "I live in his castle in Germany." Stefan (her Ctepah) was pretty freaking old. Hence. Castle, Germany, all that. "But I am not from the Germany. I am from Russia." The Germany. Work on your accent much Nadia?
Alex Vipond: Alex nodded, and leaned in, whispering. "I have a castle in Italy." He nodded, then leaned back.
DoII Fangs: Her brows again lifted. Since she was pretty much an eternal tween princess, castles were her thing. "Do you ever go there or have parties?
Alex Vipond: "The last time I was there, was last year, when we were on tour. We did a show there. Place has fantastic acoustics."
DoII Fangs: "What do you mean on tour? Why are you touring?" Acoustics. He mentioned acoustics. And while she was twelve, she'd been twelve for a long time, long enough that she had moments of clarity when she caught onto things and didn't seem so young. Those moments, like her youth, came and went. "You are musician?"
Placenia Hosea: Returning from having a very interesting conversation that bad ass of a jaguar leader, yeah, he wasn't the type of guy one looked at wrong. If he'd been a biker in his day wonder how he'd turn out before the jaguar strain claimed him. Then again, he told him one time that he gambled away all his money and because of this, lost his family including two of his little girls...his daughters. How sad that was? Losing everything you wanted...things you loved. No wonder he turned out all I'd kill you if you glance at my funny look in his eyes. Sheesh. Sitting back down listening to the two of them chit chat, he handed the cell to Mako and told her he'll be home very soon. Seeing her exit diner after knowing he can handle himself, she had to tell him while heading out to stay out of trouble. What sort of chaos can he get to? "Okay, that was....unexpected." As for Nadia's backstory, he didn't know anything about where she hailed from since he did walk up and leave earlier. (d)
Alex Vipond: "I am." He nodded, then looked back at Hosea as he returned. A nod was given, before he looked back at Nadia. "We're currently on tour, just taking a break now for a few weeks." He'd been home for exactly two weeks out of this entire year so far. Course January was the anniversary/second honeymoon/vacation.
DoII Fangs: Jack was done with his smoke, he'd snuffed it out with the toe of his biker boot and came back in with an up-nod at the guys and a motion of hand for his charge. And his charge didn't look happy. She had friends now. In the United States. She didn't want to leave. Green eyes popped at Hosea, apple mouth curling into a welcome-back smile. Then back to Alex. She wanted to know more about this music stuff. Sullenly, spoiled Russian princess again, she slid from her seat in a skulking petulant manner. "I would like to know more but I have to go." Then she realized something. Not a single dead body anywhere. Not one! Her brows lifted, instantly she was pleased again. She shoved this thought at them. I was good.
Alex Vipond: Alex pulled the silverware out of the napkin and unrolled it, then scrawled his number across it, and offered it out to Nadia. He smiled at the thought. Yes, you were.
DoII Fangs: Little hand swiping out, she took the napkin with the musician's number. Then she smiled at them both, Alex and Hosea. Delicately she did that old fashioned thing again and bowed her head to them. "I will call Alex!" Tap tap. High dollar ballet flats making a song as she scurried over to Jack, napkin in hand and headed out with him. Not a single body anywhere. This outing had gone so well!
Alex Vipond: Alex chuckled. She was cute. He wondered if she felt constrained in such a tiny body. Forever is a long time and to be forever twelve? That had to be rough. He looked back at Hosea. "It was a disservice, done to her, though I suppose if the circumstances made any other course of action reprehensible..." He didn't know the circumstances, and couldn't speak on them, so he wouldn't. "She is very charming."
Placenia Hosea: Wide eyed, he looked at Alex in excitement. "People like that should come very often." He rarely got like this without a book or some ancient writing to decipher, Hosea probably hasn't stepped outside his museum nor from studying some high level college characters that would confuse some people. Shaking his head glad he didn't immediately go into his sociopathic side, the kind that would be too happy to greet Nadia than a civil invitation between two or more people involved. Forcing a breath from his lungs that no longer functions as air. (d)
Alex Vipond: "She's learning restraint." Alex lifted his cup and took a drink, then set it back down carefully. "One would think her no more than a hundred. I don't think she's given much opportunity to be out and about. This was a special treat for her."
Placenia Hosea: Slapping the left side of his temple wondering who it was that turned her, most young soul's like her given such "gift" at surch an age was considered blasphemy in the courts, you know? It didn't go well for the vampire who took him or her in. The rules say they must be at least eighteen or so he remembers everything his sire told him regarding the kindred society aka vampires in general. Most in her position may not survive such lifestyle due to their inner child still functioning with the reality their much older than physical adolescence. "Poor gal. I feel sorry for her actually. I'm happy she is still...here." If Alex understands not every young vampire survives, the sire and young often were sentenced to eternal death or obliterated. He will make sure this one is safe, that he would watch over her as long he is here. A relief that that werewolf he noticed was with her. Keep her close. Is all he said to himself as if they both were still here. (d)
Alex Vipond: Age was subjective. Past puberty, to be certain. Little Nadia had not yet entered such when turned. She was, for that reason, something to be protected. Maybe Alex was feeling paternal. God knew he'd never have children of his own. Not even modern medicine could jack his body temp up enough, long enough, without possibly killing him, in order to produce the sperm needed. He shook the thought off and looked back at Hosea. "She seems well guarded. Obviously well cared for."
Placenia Hosea: Good, good. That's great news cause one thing about these politics it isn't fair. Nadia seems like a special one and quite rare for some this young. Not all werewolves sided with their kind, some areas still has that neither side cannot live among each other or that there is no reason they should jump down each other’s necks. Hosea didn't have any problems with shapeshifters of any type as long they respected his space and didn't think about making the first move. He'd came close to killing a shifted werejaguar who not only ruined one of his chauffeur's vehicles, but may have gotten him if he didn't act fast. "Glad to see someone is."
Alex Vipond: Alex was thinking, his mind racing in point of fact as he hit on something that could work or ... could kill him. He'd have to discuss it with some technical, medical, types, and Meghan. He looked back at Hosea. "I'm going to be home for the next couple three weeks, after that I'm off to Florida and beyond."
Placenia Hosea: He rose from his seat soon as Alex stood, nodding in understanding about his absence in the weeks to come. It was still good to see the chap again knowing he's probably got a thousand things to do sooner or later, they all got work to do. Hosea with his tour coming up as well so he certainly will be busy busy for the rest of next week. Don't worry, he's not going anywhere too soon. Just coming back from Hong Kong, China and enjoyed walking in the crowds of an Asian city, one of his properties was there so he goes there when he gets to it. (d)
Alex Vipond: Alex rose, pulling cash out of his jeans pocket and peeling off a very healthy tip to make up for the fact that they sat there, without ordering much of anything and taking up space. Just because they didn't eat, didn't mean the waitress should lose out. He'd leave the cash for the coffee and a couple bucks extra for the 'official' tip, and when the waitress came over to cash them out and start cleaning the table, he surreptitiously slipped a fifty into her pocket. "Once this tour is over, I'll be home and I'll be damned if I go anywhere again, for at least a year."
Placenia Hosea: Sweet, that would mean more time spent aye? "I've been moving myself, heh. I mean I am finally coming out of what I call, a shadow hole. " A tiny laugh escaped his lips, admitting his lack of associating with people due to his dislike of large crowds, he avoided them like the plague. One good thing came out of that, you could act as if, you're normal when too many people was all in a row. Who could spot you out? "Guess, I'll be heading out myself. I might do some more riding. Clear my head. It is like smoking." It's the next thing to drugs or a cigeratte, not that his nerves were wrecking. The wind in his hair, brushing his skin, he loved it. He's been riding the day his father gave him his very first gelding, for noobs. When he got better at it, that is when he got an upgrade. Now he owns two black stallions, Styx and Salem.(d)
Alex Vipond: "I hear ya. I've been known to light up a time or two, but a fast car... has a much better appeal. Not always practical in all situations, however." He headed for the door, knowing the waitress would find the fifty in her pocket, soon or later. Pushing the door open, he paused, and yeah, just because he had it in mind, he fished his smokes out and lit one up. The sky was clear when he'd arrived at the diner but how held an overcast appearance that the lights of the city turned orange when reflected back off them. Drawing in a deep breath, he let it out, breath and cigarette smoke pluming out before him.
Placenia Hosea: He couldn't help, but find Alex actually had a good sense of humor. It is very useful to have one of those, that is what many people look for in a person. Mortals had their methods of finding something that moved them or perk them up a notch. You can't resist so you need it especially when your whole day went tumbling down. "How is your wife doing?" Hoping he was still in a good relationship with the woman, for him, aye...his love life led to too many to count all sharing his bed. It's a pain when the curse is not just one suitor, but plenty. (d)
Alex Vipond: Face it, in their kind, a sense of humor was often the only thing between becoming a raging, insane complete dick and being able to withstand the test of time. He smiled when Hosea asked about Meghan. "She's great. I gotta hand it to her, putting up with the hectic tour schedule, dealing with all the shit that comes along with life on the road. She's handled it like a champ." Taking another drag, he then rolled out the fire, crushed it out under his boot, then tossed the rest into the trash bin in front of the diner. He reached into his pocket and pulled his gum, folding a piece between his teeth before offering the pack out to Hosea.
Placenia Hosea: He's a good man to the gal, brownie points to him!! His father was so good to his mother even at times, they fought about mostly nonsense topics he doesn't recall at the back of his head. He was already outside noticing the dark sky dimming to soon awaken the dawn. This is it, a new day will arise from what transpired just now. Putting the side of his right hand to his forehead staring up into the little darkness left. "I'm happy to hear everything is great. Don't let her slip from your hands, protect her at all cost." It's all he said from there. Happiness and two people coming together wasn't everyday. The best thing about it is, they will never break the bonds of love as well as other ingredients that makes a good relationship work wonders. "Thanks. I believe I'll save this." He took a piece of the gum, nice that Alex shared and stuffed it in the right of his pants pocket for later.(d)
Alex Vipond: "Not a chance." Alex chuckled. "I've waited my entire life for her," and when he'd already pushed past the seven century mark, that was saying a lot, "I'm not gonna fuck it up now." He nodded and started for that murdered out Benz. "In fact, I'm going to go home, wake her up and for the first time in months, not worry about waking everyone on the bus." He unlocked the car on the way to it, and looked back at Hosea as he opened the door. "Good to see you again, we should hit Styx soon, before I head back out on tour. Maybe try to get the gang together."
Placenia Hosea: A thumbs up to his old friend as he got in his own Porsche, shutting the door before revving the engine, it purred soon as he turned the key. Rolling the window down shouting to Alex through the roaring engine and the band, old school version from the sixties played. "Look forward to it. Take care of yourself, stay out of trouble." The same phrase from Mako as she left the diner was repeated to Alex. (d)
Alex Vipond: "You too, man!" That was just weird, the way he'd used the exact same phrasing. Kind of like Stepford Wives only not. Stepford Jaguar. Alex waved, and closed the door. Starting the car, he rolled out and headed home to wake his wife and make some noise.
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