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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2013 7:22:27 GMT -8
crucible storm: Dear God she was turning into her mother! Not something any woman wants to consider but.. here she was. The hazel eyes looked at people as they passed, people.. an interesting choice of words prehaps. Then again she didn't always see their faces. She remembered the story her Mom had told her.. what it was like when she was a teenager. They shared a common bond, mother and daughter, both capable of regenerating biological tissue. Her mother was found out when she was fifteen by a doctor that nurturied it in his own odd way. Timber's own was hardly a nurturing environment, but she wanted to change that. She wanted to wash away everything that the last ten years she had done. Her hands slipped into the pockets of her sweater as she just walked. There was a family that stood outside the door as a man held his wife as she cried like a broke hearted child into his shoulder. Timber stepped off to the side , close enough to hear the conversation or bits of it while tying her shoe. The words of the doctor were as gentle as he could make them , however heart wrenching all the same. The recommendation was given however for them to .. take a walk..clear their heads. Cancer was stealing their son.. and the doctor had to explain the treatments weren't working. The couple slipped away from the door to do just as he said. By the haggard looks on their faces , they had hoped for a different outcome? Who wouldn't? Timber waited a moment longer before stepping up to the door and inside. The slender hands closed the door behind her as she peered over to the frail looking boy. His hair was gone and what a normal boy of perhaps ten? Lay a pale skinned skeleton. The deep breath was taken in as she moved closer. The prettiest brown eyes slowly opened as he looked up at Timber. " Hi.. " he managed as she gave a soft warm smile. " Hey.. " She stated as she canted her head. " Mind if I sit with you for a little while? " She asked him quietly as the boy shook his head slowly. " No.. I don't mind. " his voice was weak but life.. oh it was still there.. his body's desire to fight this off.. to live. She gave a small nod as she pulled a chair over. " What's your name? "She askd him. " Tyler.. " he answered as she looked around. " Do you like to read Tyler? "She asked looking at the pile of books. The small grin came to his face as he needed. "When ..when my hands don't freak out.. I like to draw. " He spoke as she grinned brighter. " Really? Oh now see.. I can't draw.. my stick men look terrible. "She laughed softly as he tried to. She carried on the conversation a bit longer, of course the boy hadn't any idea he was getting just another form of treatment. This time howver it wasn't radiation or chemo.. nothing so damning as hte poisons sent in to kill the radical cells. She was however killling those cells. Encouraging the body to regenerate the proper tissue needed, fixing what had been destroyed. He had started to sweat, though his eyes were brighter.. his voice stronger as she reached out and lightly touched his hand. " You are going to be just fine.. ok? Live a good life Tyler.. " She whispered as she rose out of the chair. " Do.. wonderous and amazing things "She winked at him. Then slowly turned away. It took alot out of her, given the time constraints and the nature of the disease. The advancement of its destruction. But that.. that was finished. She pulled the door open and stepped out into the hallway as the parents were coming back down. She offered a soft warm smile to them both as turned to head the other direction. It made her feel good.. she was just about to leave the ward when the happycries came from the room. Yeah.. it made being this tired .. worth it. She glanced back over her shoulder as the Father stepped to the doorway and looked down the hall.. the little smile there before she stepped through. the doors and immediately into the stairwell. She heard the man call for her.. though she just kept going. By the time she reached the lobby, her hands shook as she dug for her keys. Just get to her car and rest. She'd be fine there. Timber was making her way out of the hospital, her hand shook with the effort of what she had done as she couldn't help but smile. It.. it felt different , better to help people then what she had been taught in the ten years with confinement. The blonde hair was pushed out of her way as she fumbled for her keys. The sigh given as she just sought out the park bench. Let her catch her breath first, then she'd go to work. Like a normal person. {f
hellfire born: If anyone asked, the wily half-demon was out and about on a whim. Word on the streets (well, depending on who you talked to and had the right connections) was that the medical center was a decent place to show up looking for some answers. Just give it a shot, were the words his informant had given him prior to delivering him the address. In any other event, he might've been skeptical, but when had his informant ever failed him? Ava had a way of finding the quickest route to a problem, and though he was acting only on a hunch, the tall Hellspawn had navigated his way to the Seattle Medical Center. He'd never liked Seattle very much; it was always cold, and it was nearly always wet,and so he wore the hood of his coat drawn over his head and his phone pressed to his ear. "How the fuck am I s'posed to know what I'm even lookin' for?" he snapped at the voice on the other end. Well, then I guess you'll have to fuckin' figure it out on your own 'cause that's what you do. Rolling his eyes, he turned from the front entrance, throwing an arm up in exasperation. "Yeah, so I'm s'posed to march into a hospital and just start checkin' out all the chicks? Sure. Yeah, no, that's not creepy at all. That makes a lotta fuckin' sense." But out of the corner of his field of vision, he noted the woman crossing paths on her way to the park. There wasn't much he could tell from her scent at a distance, but if she knew anything about working in this place, it seemed to be the best place to start. Without bothering to answer the girl on the other end, he mashed the 'END CALL' button and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his coat. After that? Well, he just sauntered his way on over toward that bench. /d
Jane Vaugh: Typically Jane would have gone with Charon to investigate a lead.. well of this sort of nature. However the past few weeks since their leaving the Reservation in Arizona the nightmares had been, well hell on the young woman. Jane had demanded answers , however she hadn't expectedall those answers to come crashing in all at once. The headaches were the worst part, when Charon had told her they had a lead.. she had simply stayed at the hotel curled up beneath the blankets. The Shaman had told her it would pass.. but she had to get through them.. sometimes even relive them, yeah she was a bit of a mess at the moment.
crucible storm: Timber had eased herself onto the bench, the smile however was warm .. peaceful really as she just needed to regain her own strength from the push she had just given up on the third floor. While it had nearly caused her to pass out , there was a family that was now celebrating life instead of planning their ten year old son's funeral. It made being tired very worth it. The keys jingled a little in her hand while they shook.. it would pass. Sometimes it just took a bit of time. She caught the movement coming her way as she shifted to look at the man appraoching, she watched the way he walked.. as she glanced around them now..what if? She slowly pushed her way up to her feet.. she didn't hide like Jane did when she and Charon had met.. but there was that flight mode that flashed in the hazel eyes. " can I help you? " {f
hellfire born: He recognized the subtlety of the expression in her eyes because he'd seen it so often in Jane's. Tall as he was, sometimes it was difficult not to make himself appear so menacing even when he carried himself with such an air of nonchalance, but for this purpose, he'd left behind some of the tell-tale items most commonly associated with him. For example: today he was without the black-bladed katana he nearly always had with him; he'd left it, instead, in Jane's keeping despite knowing that she was more than capable of defending herself. An unlit cigarette perched between his lips, he gestured to the empty seat on the other end of the bench. "Nah, just... needed some place where I could catch my bearings, s'all," he said with a flicker of a glance in the direction of the hospital. He didn't wait for her to offer him a seat. As a matter of fact, he dropped down into the seat on the other end, leaving a respectable distance between them. "You work here or somethin'" /d
crucible storm: She watched him with the guarded sort of stare before the small nod was given. Geeze Timber.. paranoid much? She looked down a moment and slowly sat down after he had. She shook her head a little. " No.. I .. was visiting someone. "She stated softly as she drew in a slow breath. Attempting to get herself pulled back together. A bit of adrenaline dump there was helping. " What about you? Coming to visit a friend? "She asked as she looked around them. Normal people just talk..there doesn't have to be the crazy unmarked vans...nothing like that. {f
hellfire born: It wasn't obvious, but the half-breed was watching her out of the edges of his periphery--nothing personal, it was merely the way he reacted to most people. Dipping a hand into his coat pocket, he found the old Bic lighter he'd once used, inwardly surprised the damn thing still worked. He hadn't smoked in a while because he knew how much Jane hated it, but the weariness was getting to him, even if he'd never admit it or deign to show it. Cupping his hand around the cigarette, he ignited the end until the cherry burned bright in stark contrast to their miserable surroundings. "Yeah," he said on the exhale, forcing smoke from his lungs, "My mom. Hit and run accident a few weeks ago." As per his usual, it meant very little to him to let the lies roll off his tongue easily. He leaned forward so that his elbows were balanced on his knees, falling into the habits of poor posture. "They gonna be alright? These people you're visiting?" /d
crucible storm: She glanced at the cigarette but well not her business... nope! She looked forward again over the parking lot. Bad habits.. old habits.. She glanced over to him. The crush of her brows came together as the expression of sympathy crashed in. " I am so sorry.. that must have been horrible. "She spoke quietly, the compassion easily detected as she gave a small nod. "yes.. for them.. everything will be just fine now. "She was proud of that. {f
hellfire born: He imagined that for someone who'd experienced such a thing, surely it must've been a terrible experience, and he adapted to the role he'd given himself. Rubbing lightly at his temples, he cleared his throat and swiped his palm over his jawline tiredly. "Somethin' like that," he agreed with an upward roll of his shoulders into a shrug. Sniffing, he turned his attention back to her, a slight tug at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah? That easy, huh? How d'you know that?" Sometimes he found the hope that humans held onto to be impressive. They were so... resilient, for all their flaws and weaknesses. /d
crucible storm: Her eyes lowered down to her keys as she absently turned them in her hands. " Sometimes.. they just need the right push. " She stated softly as the smile brightened a little. " Somedays.. its just a matter of being in the right place at the right time. "She looked over toward him and shrugged herself. " a bit of faith doesn't hurt either. " She stated softly. " What room is your Mom in? " She asked. Well.. maybe not today.. too many appearances in the hospital in one day could lead to.. people getting suspicious and that lead to well.. uncomfortable conversations. But tomorrow? maybe... maybe ease the burden off the guy. {f
hellfire born: The cloud of his icy blue-gray gaze lingered on the woman while she spoke. Silently, the half-demon quirked an eyebrow. Any other person probably wouldn't've made too much of the kinds of babble the woman was construing. Push? Being in the right place at the right time? What was all that about? But before he could reaffirm any suspicions he might've had, she followed it up with a pretty normal human response: faith. The half-blood rarely laughed, but he could fake his way through a chuckle well enough. "Sorta wish I had your faith," he replied, drawing a breath in on the cigarette. You couldn't expect a halfling, a hybrid of the worst qualities in both humankind and demonkind, to presume much on "faith," but obviously she didn't know that. "Uh, 1140B," he rattled off. Maybe he should've done his research. But that's what he had Jane and his informant for. /d
crucible storm: She gave a small nod " ICU.. It can't be good if it happened a week ago and she's still there. " She stated softly as she reached out and lightly touched his arm. " I am sorry. But who knows.. maybe you have more faith then you realize. "She offered with the tilt of her head. The amber eyes were trying to convey the hope.. maybe he needed. " After all they say that the power of belief is pretty amazing. " She wasn't really into the religion thing, but it made for a beautiful excuse.. normal people wanted.. needed something bigger then themselves to believe in. to push their troubles into. While it wasn't entirely lying.. and certainly not the truth. it was as good as an aliby any other. { f
hellfire born: Before he'd realized it, a smirk had balanced itself precariously in the corner of his mouth. It wasn't a cruel one by any means. In fact, he fought to hide his skepticism about the woman's words. It was all very well for her to say such things, but the half-demon believed none of it. Could you blame him? The light touch to his arm surprised him, nonetheless, and with a gray-eyed scrutiny, he fixated his gaze on the blonde again. "I kinda doubt it, but... it's a nice sentiment I guess," he said with a shrug. Flicking the ashes of his cigarette to one side, he twisted about so that he faced her. "Norris," the silver-haired miscreant said by means of introduction. Granted, it was a fake name, just as false as any of the other identities he'd created while gathering information, but how was she to know any different? /d
crucible storm: She didn't , it was a rather unfortunate thing to take people at face value. Though this wasn't .. There.. she wasn't around Them any longer so why would people lie? The bright smile lit up her face as she held out her hand to him. " Its a pleasure to meet you Norris.. I'm Timber. "She introduced herself. {f
hellfire born: With the last of his cigarette being discarded, he scuffed at the remnants of it with the toe of his boot and angled his glance toward her. His lopsided half-grin was a lingering one, though it was difficult to gauge what it meant.Reaching over, the half-breed gripped her hand, gave it a shake, even though he wasn't all that big on hand-shaking. Timber. Leaning back, he tucked his hands back into the pockets of his coat. "You lived here long?" he quipped, figuring this to be an innocent question. Either she did, either she didn't, and how she answered would formulate his next series of questions. He was, after all, here on business: who the hell else wanted to stop by where it rained all the friggin time? /d
crucible storm: She gave a small nod to the handshake and drew her hand back to keying with her keys. The small shake of her head " Oh.. no.. not really. I'm from Broken Arrow Oklahoma. "She admitted. " Though I would come out here and live on the coast..figured I could live with rain.more then tornadoes. "She laughed at that . " What about you? " She lifted her brows as she looked back at him. { f
hellfire born: A feigned expression of muddled dismay crossed his features. "Dude, is that even on a map anywhere?" he joked, tilting his head slightly in her direction. He had no qualms about deceiving the girl; after all, his intentions (in his opinion) weren't really negative. More than anything, they just needed answers. "Yeah, I guess that'll do it..." the Hellspawn agreed with a shake of his head. Tornadoes. They didn't sound pleasant. Idly drumming the tips of his fingers against the knee of his jeans, he contemplated the question. Compulsive liar that he was, he didn't hesitate when he said, "Yeah. Been here my whole fuckin' life it feels like." The wave of his hand was indifferent, as though it really didn't matter to him one way or the other how long he'd been here. Two days was enough to feel like a life-time. /d
crucible storm: She laughed and gave a small nod. " It is.. its sort of a freckle in the heartland. "She grinned and shifted a bit. " Having a lace you'be been at. you're whole life.. thats.. thats nothing to sneeze at. Alot of people I don't know.. they might envy that. "she pointed out to him as she looked away and shrugged. " Anyway.. before I go getting all stupid and sappy.. you going to see your Mom? " She asked as she looked at him. " I mean.. if you like.. I.. can go in with you.. if its too hard.. " {f
ArrowsofAce: As this city's only vermin and one look past all that human skin, people start to run or revolt against it. This was his life now so there was no point in going back. If there was such a thing as a time machine, pfft..he would have used that as an excuse to change one or two slight mishaps of his history, but what's done is done. His shields up and tightly secured. Platinum blonde, pale skin similar to a walking dead. Both hands were tucked in each of his side pockets. The Englishman was making his rounds, refreshing his memories of American soil. Tilting his head back while still standing outside wearing a vinyl black coat, a pair of gray fingerless gloves, completing to the nonchalant-like appearance. His black Harley stood leaning to the side, using that as his only way of getting around. Sure, he drove cars, one was back in London where everything else precious to him was. When you starting anew is best to go so in style with a few to take with you if it's possible. A young lady clinged to him, barely able to stand up. He brought her to get medical attention, rescues have started become his latest hobby you could say. "Let's get you checkedin first. Can you stand Molly? " Molly was a complete stranger to him. She didn't know him at all. For once she knew him as her hero so she didn't care, her eyes wandered to a flawless mask. A mark on his right, upper arm was a crown. Hence he was Rat King of Seattle. It was a little hidden from view.(d)
hellfire born: Yeah. A lot of people might envy that indeed, were it really his life: he couldn't help but agree with Timber there inwardly, even if he didn't contradict her on the matter. Whether he found her response to be a bit peculiar or not wasn't explicit in his expression, but he did find his gaze wavering back to her. Beneath the hood of his coat, he swept a hand back through the irreconcilable disarray of his silvery hair and subtly shook his head. "Naah... 'mean, won't do a hell of a lot of good, she's so out of it," he responded wryly. It probably didn't help that he didn't actually know anyone in the hospital, that he was only here to pick up information on a potential lead. Little did he realize that he was speaking to that particular lead. "Y'know, comatose." One of these days, the half-Demon would probably learn to quit digging himself into deeper holes with his compulsive lying. Today was probably not that day, though. He gave a wave of his hand to dismiss the offer apathetically. "Who knows, though. Was here a few days ago, and one of the terminal patients just... out of fuckin' nowhere, got up and started walkin' again. Healed. Maybe it's somethin' in the water." /d
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2013 7:43:57 GMT -8
crucible storm: She lifted her brows at the defeated tone as she shook her head. " I .. I am sorry Norris.. "She spoke quietly. Though the sound of the motorcycle caught her attention as she shifted a bit to look. The little frown touched her face as she studied the man and the woman he was helping. " I wonder what happened.. "She whispered as she gave Norris a quick glance at him for that comment of the patient getting up and walking out. " um.. yeah.. well you know what they say.. its .. practicing medicine for a reason. "She pointed out quietly. " We should probably see if he needs any help. "She stated as she pushed herslf up. It was of course the want to help , also that bit of sudden nervous energy at the comment made. She had to be careful, she knew that but.. no one could really blame her for .. making up for things she had done. At twenty three it was difficult to explain to people that she had alot to make up for. She started toward the man in the vinyl coat the woman with him as she looked back to Norris. " are you coming? " {f
hellfire born: It wasn't genuinely in his nature to accept sympathy and condolences--call it a bit of pride--but for the sake of the identity which the half-breed had conjured for himself, he flashed a quick half-grin to her. "Hey. Y'know what the saying is. Shit happens." Truth be told, he heard the motorcycle (and smelled it) long before he saw it, and when Timber pointed it out to him, he quirked an eyebrow in its direction. In most circumstances, he would've preferred hanging back, staying out of the way unless it concerned him, but he suspected that "Norris" might've been a bit different from "Charon." Against his better judgment, he rose to his feet, rubbing at his weary eyes and considering Timber's reaction. She wouldn't notice, but he could smell the hesitation and uncertainty on her. If that wasn't suspicious, he didn't know what was. Bingo? He'd have to touch base first with Jane and Jaz and then later Ava to ensure his suspicions were correct. "You bet," he said a bit gruffly and followed after her, quickening his strides to catch up. /d
ArrowsofAce: He greeted both the man and woman, if they've come to assist the young girl of sixteen then he was in luck. Graham's gray orbs swept from the mere strangers, his acute sense of smell detected something. The first he couldn't identify while for the man, his nose wiggled not sure about this one. His first priority was doing a good deed for today. Focus, the girl needed more attention than he ever will. The sharp claws beneath human fingernails could so easily rack her flesh and anymore injury wasn't a good idea. His British accent flowing in respect, but kept his guard fully up. Sometimes, he came off as a reckless young lad who knew that trouble came ot him fast. You see,strength comes from somebody who has died too many times, death didn't want him apparently. When his time comes then he'll be prepared. His inner rat did not care if he was gone tomorrow or today, but when it comes to the weak such as this woman it made him see that humans are fragile creatures weren't they? "Good aftternoon to you both. I'm looking for a doctor." The Brit said in haste not wasting anymore time than he should. As for the teen, her eyes were blackish, looks to be someone gave it to her. Pounded her senseless. Remembering his teen years, he knew all too well about freedom from the elders, parents. She told him before they reached a hospital, that she was tired of rules. She had it bad. Meaning, her life was much better than his. (d)
crucible storm: She offered a disarming smile to the young man holding onto the teen. " I'm not a doctor but we can give you a hand getting her inside. " She offered as the small shift of her shoulders as she pulled the sweater she had been wearing off to drape around the girl. "Here.. I'll lend a hand here if one of you want to go get a wheelchair or something. "She offered. Oh she could have gone and gotten it but one can't help if she was too far out of range. {f
hellfire born: If the silver-haired teenager noticed the other man's uncertainty, he didn't indicate as much; for the most part, the halfling was un emotive, an expression of utter indifference forever ingrained on his features. His scent, for one familiar with that kind of thing, was innately infernal: ash and an undertone of blood. Like the other man, he was instantly aware that the stranger was... different, to say the least. His own sense of smell rarely betrayed him. But still, there was little he'd done to denote otherwise, and so "Norris" merely moved along behind Timber, standing a distance with his hands in the pockets of his coat. He slouched against the cold which did nothing to improve the height he stood at at six-foot-four, and as his gaze drifted between the man and the girl he had with him, he managed a wry, arrogant half-grin that didn't reach his eyes. "Wheelchair. Got it," he said now that he had been given a task, and then shuffled over to one of the alcoves within the hospital to speak to a nurse about acquiring a wheelchair. /d
ArrowsofAce: The young Brit was past his teen years, being in his early twenties it would appear. As for Molly who didn't know of his beastly world, good she was totally oblivious to the truth as he constantly shielded her from his otherworldly identity. Some of his pure whitish locks frolicked in the breeze, white as snow. His mother's hair, for hers was just as white and spilled down her hips as she moves gracefully. A long line of his family was about charismatic capabilities than physical means. Graham knew he'd never win in a boxing ring. His body built was basically neither thin nor average, but in between. He didn't say nothing as the other man went to retrieve the human girl a wheelchair to sit herself in. He beat me. I loved him and this is what I get in return. The girl kept on babbling over and over though, moving her lips hurt to speak even the tiniest words.(d)
crucible storm: She slipped an arm around her as she listened and frowned. " It will be alright sweetheart.. whoever he is will get his . "She spoke softly as she looked to the man that was holding her. The ambered eyes flashed a bit of anger though it fled, she had to help.. anger would not help here. While the two men could identify each other as something ... other. Timber had no experience in such things. She lifted her hand for a moment to the girl's face. The blonde was busy concentrating on making the physical energies less. No flash glowing hands or sappy theme music to cause a production of it. This brought back memories however, Angelia had the same pain and bewildered expression.. and there was only the nine that could state exactly what it felt like when that empath died. Timber was somewhat determined that wasn't going to happen. She had already pushed herself too far once today, though in light of what was before her? How could she not? She was already busy with the directing of cells and tissue.. helping it within the healing process. The Nurse inside rose to help "Norris " with the wheel chair.. then another came out to claim the girl to get her inside. {f
hellfire born: Even as he walked away to retrieve a wheelchair for the poor girl, he could still overhear the conversation between the two women, enough to understand the brunt of the situation. Humans were so quick to place their trust in the people they claimed to know, weren't they? It happened time and time again. You'd think, with that whole natural selection and evolution thing, that they would've learned by now. Adapted. In these instances, sometimes he forgot that he shared some of his genetics with them. Upon his return, he gave a lazy flourish of his hands toward the wheelchair that the nurse had brought along. "Taadaa. One wheelchair," he said with a pull at the outer edges of his mouth at the crease of his smirk. More than that, he moved to help the girl take her seat in the chair, then dusted his hands off, though was suddenly aware at a pull in the energy of the atmosphere around him. It wasn't quite that noticeable as, say, Jane's ability, but it was there, and it was only thanks to his enhanced senses that he could feel it. His eyes narrowed slightly. /d
ArrowsofAce: With that taken care of, his intentions tracking the bastard who put her in this condition in the first place. His technique to gather information was his speciality after all, call him Sherlock's newest subject so to speak. Full lips positioned into a thin line indicating he knew what she was feeling. This always happens daily so it didn't completely surprise him that half the population of females in most cities often went with the in crowds like Molly had feeling as if, she can do what she wanted, but reality will smack her across the face why mom and dad tells her these things. A small sigh, then anger building up out of nowhere almost into a stage of outburst. Instantly, he stopped himself short not planning on feeding his other side with negative emotions. When that happens, it's nearly impossible to stop so this was the reason why his kind needs to learn to not let their strong emotions envelope them. He smiled softly, keeping what he really felt deep inside of him. "Thank you." He didn't expect that, but they went out of their way to help her. Hopefully, he prays that she'll get back on her feet. Yes, Graham lived this code after what happened to him during his early stages in life. Here he is trying to improve, do better. He almost died on that bed when he was just a teen like that girl there. So, lesson learned. He was actually thankful for his family cause they really went out of their way to raise him along with his only and oldest brother, Brendan. Currently, a lawyer living in New York. (d)
crucible storm: Timber slowly backed away, her attention focused the girl until she was seated in the wheel chair and the nurses pushed her inside to get her medical attention. Timber closed her eyes a moment as her hands rested again at her sides. They shook as they had before when she had met Norris. " The poor thing.. she'll be alright though.. " She stated with a small smile. She looked between both men and backed up just a little. " I.. can't believe some people though.. people that could do something like that. "She shifted and folded her arms cross her chest ,hiding her hands away from direct view. {f
hellfire born: She could hide it if she wanted--he was onto her! In the meantime, though, once he'd assisted the girl with getting situated in the wheelchair, he took a step back, and his hands had taken up their usual position within the confines of his coat pockets. The half-Demon didn't consider himself a good samaritan or even a good person for that matter, so there was no pride in the fact that he'd assisted in some small way. There'd always be people like that. Glancing first to the other man, he offered him an upward nod in response. "Y'know. 'Love your neighbor as yourself,'" he pointed out as if this was his way of explaining his reason for helping. The irony of a demonic entity quoting the Bible wasn't lost on him, though, and he shared an inner smirk. As for Timber's remark, he shrugged nonchalantly. "People are inherently fuckin' assholes," was his opinion on the matter. "S'why it takes a lot more people to do some good than it does a bad person to wreck everything up." Now he glanced back to the man. "Girl a friend of yours?" /d
ArrowsofAce: Raising his left brow, he noticed something that she wasn't telling from the looks of it. He was scrutinizing her wondering if, he did anything wrong. Did he frighten her? He assumed thoughtfully to himself and then shook his head, adding his two cents when he really didn't know these people. Hell, their names wasn't registered so he referred to them anyway he could as he gave his ideals. "But they do. The world is filled with such wickedness." Compared to this man's dark side like a ying to his yang. Graham could definitely be the ying as proof. He was a wererat! Not some angel from the heavens. Could have fooled anyone. Hey, he met some angels once or twice, helped with putting together a contraption. He goes to mass on Sundays, then to think his own cardinal sins could compare to everybody elses. The innocence he once was had flew right out the door a long time ago so you can say, part of him kept walking a righteous path hoping to never fall into that hole called darkness, he cannot. Not with the one sharing a home with him that could turn such kind spirits into something that can devour anything it's path if given the opportunity. He knew that during full moons he went far away, his own demons was enough than those of others. Condemning anyone other than himself was his own right. "So? Can you tell me your names? I don't think neither of us introduced ourselves. I am Graham." Keeping it at that, his English accent explained he wasn't from around here. The clothes he was wearing was a dark gray, turtleneck sweater and matching colored sweat pants. Though, why he needed to wear it when his inner thermal was good for this type of weather. (d)
crucible storm: She listened to the both of them as she stared down at the ground. The small shift was given as she absently looked over the parking lot again before looking back to them both. They were right.. people did horrible things to one another. She wasn't exempt, hell none of them were. She drew in a little breath " Its. just horrible that the world has to be seen in .. that light. "She admitted. The small smile was given " I'm Timber.. and this.. is Norris.." She nodded to the other man she just met. " Could you guys excuse me.. I.. need to sit down that.. that was just disturbing. " She admitted. Though hardly the reason. She was more concerned really she was going to fall back on her ass.. and well.. not a good idea and gives a terrible impression. {F
hellfire born: Truthfully, both answers sort of baffled him, but as usual, there was nothing about his demeanor to suggest that he was anything other than... indifferent. Weight shifted from one foot to the other where he stood, and despite standing in the lobby of the hospital, he found himself prying another cigarette from the pack and nestling it between his lips. He didn't light it. Yet. Another upward nod was given to Graham's conclusion because that was something with which he could whole-heartedly agree. No one was exempt from that label. Now that they were inside, he pushed back the hood of his coat, and his silvery hair was messier than ever. With a click of his tongue, he lazily lifted a hand in a two-fingered wave when introduced, then took Timber by the forearm lightly to guide her into a seat nearby so that she could sit. And recover. If the girl was who he suspected she was, he imagined that sort of exertion took a lot out of her, as it sometimes did Jane. "Take it easy. Kinda sounds like these rooms're fillin' up faster than they can supply 'em," he said, then looked back to Graham. "Norris" wasn't actually the half-breed's name, but he was here on business, so to speak, and the Hellspawn had a bad habit of... well, lying for the fun of it. "Yeah. Norris Kingsley. My mom's up in 1140B." /d
ArrowsofAce: The girl concerned him the most. What was her name again? Timber? For some odd reason, he thought about lumberjacks cutting down trees shouting so he'll have a difficult time forgetting. He stood in the lobby, not wanting to intervene and grabbed a magazine he found on a small table near some chairs. An elderly woman smiled at him, he returned the gester so as to not be rude. He pretended not to hear Norris nor Timber from this angle. His ears could pick up a pin drop and he'll know exactly where it is. He concentrated on keeping sounds all around him to a minimum or at least, tried to anyway. He was the mechanical guy around town, the television on a wall was on the news with some woman and man talking about the guy who pounded that girl. The reporter's tone loud and clear as she looked down at the article in her hands before looking at camera. A man in his mid twenties has escaped from the county jail. His description is dark blue eyes, high cheekbones and tan complexion. Islander. Dark chestnut hair falls to his shoulders, this man is dangerous. Be on the look out. He has been dating young women in their teens, some has been young adult girls in their early twenties. About fifteen of these women have been found missing, some injured, two fatally dead. If you see him or have any information please call the police. Investigations is still under way. A portrait of the escaped fugitive was shown next to the man and woman to identity his face. Good-looking, but anyone who can look past that will hint a sadistic nature to the man. His name is...Patrick Naman. He was originally from Sao Paulo, Brazil. The reporters smiled to one another after reporting. It now was on the weather. So,he's the one. Thinking to himself. (d)
crucible storm: She gave a small nod to Norris as he lead her off to a chair. " Thanks.. sorry its just a little overwhelming.. "She explained as she sank down into the chair. " Small town girl.. and this .. is a bit out of my league.. "She commented just as the news story seemed to capture her attention. The amber eyes watched and studied the face that came up as she sighed softly. " I hope when they find that guy.. they throw the book at him. "She stated softly. Her hands absently turning over her keys again. Tucking the name and face away into the banks of her mind. She looked back to Norris and shook her head. " It was very kind of you to help.. both of you . " She stated softly as she lifted a hand and pushed a bit of hair out of her face. {f
hellfire born: Unlike either one of them, the half-Demon was content to remain standing, though he'd taken up a lean against the nearby wall, meanwhile ignoring the dirty looks he by now was used to getting for hanging onto that unlit cigarette. Pressing the flat of his foot back against the wall for additional balance, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his coat and turned his attention toward the television screen, squinting. Gnawing on the corner of his lower lip, he shook his head slightly and gave an upward roll of his shoulders to imitate some half-assed shrug. "Nah, no sweat," he said. "It's not like I wasn't nearby already, so... no big." As for throwing the book at the guy responsible? The edge of his mouth quirked, bringing on the smirk. "Yeah, well, somethin' tells me they'll be throwin' more than just the fuckin' book at the guy by the time they catch up to him." Not his division! /d
crucible storm: She gave a small nod. " Someone that.. does that. "She nodded back toward the ER doors.. " deserves to get alot more then a book thrown at them. "She stated softly. " Look.. I.. should go I mean you came to see your Mom.. and I seem to be holding you up. " Though she kept the room number in mind. She glanced around. This was supposed to be a simple walk through.. right? Then the little boy this morning... meeting Norris.. and.. the poor girl that Graham brought in. Ironically she was supposed to show up for her first day of work today.. that hadn't happened. So much for a normal life. {f
ArrowsofAce: He was still reading and flipping through a magazine that had cars and motorcycles on the cover. Yep, his interests was indeed anything that moved real fast to the point of breaking the speed limit. He looked at a classic vehicle in a much later date than the present version. A blue Mustang, it's paint job a little older, but classical metals like these got more attention than the modern one's. A little girl came in coughing and sneezing with a taller woman holding her hand. The girl was holding a brown teddybear under one arm.(d)
hellfire born: Can't say he didn't agree, though inwardly he knew that there were worse things that could've been done, worse things that he'd done, as a matter of fact. Partly human genetics did not excuse what he was. Yawning, he swept the heel of his palm downward lengthwise over his jawline, pulling the unlit cigarette from his lips and shoving it back into the carton finally. "Yeah, well, usually there's only one kinda solution for an asshat like that," he muttered, and whatever that solution was, he didn't seem inclined to mention it. His pale gaze flickered to Timber again. Oh, right. "Norris" was supposed to be there visiting his mother. Scrunching up his nose, the half-breed pushed off of the wall with a stretch. "Right-o. Guess it's inevitable." Never mind that there wasn't a single patient in the hospital with the last name "Kingsley." This is what he gets when he doesn't do his fucking research before disembarking on a potential lead. Nonchalantly, the Demonspawn sauntered his way to the front desk but did so in such a way that he was walking backwards so as to keep his eyes on Timber while he spoke. "Oughta try doin' it your way sometime, I guess. Faith or whatever." Unenthusiastically, he turned to slip right past the front desk (much to the bewilderment of some of the nurses who probably'd never seen his face before) and down the hall. Maybe he wouldn't find room 1140B, but he had a phone call to make. /d
crucible storm: She drew in a slow breath as Norris was walking off, Graham had lost himself to the magazine and she? She needed to find someplace to finish getting her head straightened out. The hazel eyes looked toward Norris as he walked and gave a small smile. " Never known... it might come in handy. "She offered. Yeah had she known she was talking to a half demon that conversation might have gone a little differently. But she couldn't tell what other people were.. or weren't. She slowly stood up and drew in a breath as she eyed the little girl that walked in. As she started toward the door, the slender finger just lightly brushed along the girl's shoulder. She was going to get herself caught one of these days.. as she pushed just a little.. before heading back outside. The air had gotten a bit colder since the afternoon.. as she folded her arms over her chest and started toward the GTR waiting in the lot.
hellfire born: So maybe the whole fiasco could've gone over a lot better if he'd had another one of her kind with him. What'd you say to these kinds of people? Excuse me, yes, I'd like to speak with you about your time in the Facility? 'Bout as nutty as inviting someone to join the Avengers Initiative. Ducking into the hallway, the halfling pried the phone out of his coat pocket, mashed a few buttons (what the fuck with this iOS shit), and fired off a quick text containing a one word sentence that could've meant any number of things: BINGO. Now what? Stalk the girl from a distance like a fuckin' creeper? Track her down a little later? Wait until Jaaziel and Jane got here? Why didn't they have instructions for this kind of bullshit?! Regardless, however Jane and Ava handled the information he sent back would determine how he next approached the situation. Walking up to discuss such measures to the girl would more than
hellfire born: likely bring about some... rather unwanted consequences. So the next possible solution? Get the hell outta Dodge! Hospitals weren't his thing anyway, nor were they really his scene to crash. So, one text message later, and he was slipping out of the medical center again. /d
crucible storm: She stepped out toward her car as she leaned against it a moment before opening the door. She looked back toward the building and shook her head. " Well.. guess its something to work with. "she mumbled to herself as she unlocked the car and slipped into the drivers seat. The keys sat in her lap a moment as she reached for the pad of paper and pen. Patrick Naman.. that was the monster going after women. She pursed her lips as she stared at the name, then set the paper off to the side. Food.. she'd feel better after she ate.. recharged a little...and rethought this really stupid idea
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