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Leave Of Absence [04 Jul 2006|01:58am] [ mood | mellow ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Kael stood in the airport, hazel eyes moving from one scrolling board to the next before a short nod of his head had him and luggage moving towards the right gate. His plane was due to leave soon, he'd arrived just in time to avoid hanging around awkwardly and it would also limit his chance of changing his mind, of walking straight out of those automatic doors and returning to a world he knew he couldn't be a part of. Not when he was needed back in Russia. The line was long so Kael settled himself at the back then pulled out his phone, contemplating it for a moment. He'd said goodbye to almost everyone that had made some kind of impact on his life, the ones he'd figured would notice his absence. The people he'd connected with whilst others had fallen by the wayside. Of course there were others who he might contact before taking the step through the terminal. Would it be worth it? Unfinished business was always a dark cloud on any new horizon. Inhaling a short breath, he opened his phone and dialled a number. He was taken through to a voicemail and he spoke whatever words came to mind first, "Hello Reverie, it's Kael Saunders." Then he paused and forced himself to continue, "Hopefully I still have the right number and I honestly don't know why I'm calling considering how long ago everything between us took place." His attention was drawn away at the sound of the announcement that Flight 131 for Moscow, Russia was now boarding at Gate 3A. Kael shuffled forward as the line seemed to progress fast and furiously. "I suppose I just wanted to say, we might have gone our seperate ways but I'll always remember you. I um ...well; I won't be around for a while. I can't say for how long as I'm needed elsewhere but um if you ever want to get in touch with me, my sister Olivia has all my information. Take care, Reverie. It was interesting knowing you." It was simple, to the point and that was all that could be said, all things considered. Kael gave his best smile, handed over his ticket and then stepped through the gate and began through the tunnel. Las Vegas and Searchlight were left behind and Russia lay ahead, it would seem in the grand scheme of things he was taking a step back and he only hoped it would bring him so many more feet forward. A man could hope and dream could he not? Hours Spent Working

Parting Words [04 Jul 2006|01:43am] [ mood | calm ] ( Letter Left On Mallory's Doorstep ) ( Letter For Joseph ) Hours Spent Working

Goodbyes [03 Jun 2006|10:38pm] [ mood | calm ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Kael looked around himself, the dagger that had been so meticulously crafted for Oliver rested in a box addressed to him and a message had been left on his voicemail along with instructions of how to complete their transaction. The last and very final customer that Kael would ever serve because he was needed elsewhere, more importantly he was needed back in Russia. Taking a breath he closed the door after himself and made for the family home, he had to inform his mother and his sisters of his departure. There would be tears but there was the phone, the internet and letters, he wouldn’t be out of contact, he’d simply be out of place. After them, there was Mallory to think of. She was after all a friend and an employee; she was welcome to keep her job as the shop wouldn’t close as Olivia would take over from where Kael had left off. It seemed strange to say goodbye again but the time had come and there were other matters to attend to. Hours Spent Working

Request [04 May 2006|08:55pm] [ mood | working ] After leaving the bowling alley, Oliver wanted nothing more than to get out of Searchlight and go back to Vegas where he felt, if not safe, then at least out of reach of the thing that had seized hold of him the last time he was here. He had no interest in finding himself mutilated by his own hand again. He found his rental car where he'd left it, in the parking lot of the Lighthouse Bar, but before he could slide behind the wheel he remembered the meeting he'd kept meaning to have with Kael Saunders, the matter of the daggers he wanted made. Pausing, he looked at his watch, then at the sky, where the sun still held sway. One side trip, he decided, then I can leave. Shouldn't be long. He put some sunglasses on, then left the vehicle behind again The store wasn't difficult to find, and he stepped inside, the bell jingling to announce his arrival. His stitched wounds itched beneath the bandages, and he scratched at them lightly, unwittingly leaving some of the dressing exposed. "Mr. Saunders?" Kael was sat at the counter, eyes fixed upon a notepad that had a scribbling of words across it. It was his own diary from his time spent in Russia, a telling book that held documented facts and personal experience. It was good to look back especially after the phone call he had received the other day. Glancing up at the mention of his name he looked at the young dark haired man that had entered his shop, “Yeah that’s me.” The obvious joke would be to say that Mr. Saunders was his father’s name but Kael didn’t feel like joking or making the obvious pun. “How can I help?” ( Striking A Deal ) Kael simply nodded his head and went about gathering the receiver of the phone, better he got in the order for materials earlier rather than later. “Have a safe trip home,” He remarked before turning his attention to his call. The bell jingled as Oliver pushed the door open, and before he could close it again a redhead approached with a couple of white bags in her hands. He stepped aside for her, holding the door so that she could pass through. "Thanks," she said distractedly. "No problem," he answered, having put his sunglasses back on. They made eye contact for a split-second, and then she was inside the shop and he was on his way. He'd make the highway in less than ten minutes, and then he'd be back in Vegas. Safe. Meanwhile, inside the shop, the redhead Oliver had held the door open for was saying, "Kael? I'm back with lunch..." Hours Spent Working

Blast From The Past [26 Apr 2006|12:47am] [ mood | worried ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ “Kael, did you hear me?” There was a muted silence on the other end of the line; the tall brunette had been rendered speechless. Fear, shock and grief had rooted him to the spot. “Kael?” Clearing his throat, Kael took a breath and then struggled to say, “I heard you.” Now it was the woman’s turn to be quiet, “You know what this means don’t you?” A nod was given even though there was no-one to witness the silent admission. Remembering that Natalia wouldn’t be able to see him he spoke up, “Yes I do.” “When can we expect you?” Kael glanced at the clock then at the computer not sitting any more than an inch away. “I’ll have to find out and let you know.” No response hinted at a distinct lack of enthusiasm for his response, “Kael you need to come quickly, there’s no telling how bad this can get.” “I know, Natalia, I know,” Kael assured her. Natalia breathed out what appeared to be a sigh of relief, “Do not fret too much Kael, this will all resolve itself. I’ll call you soon but until then take care.” “You too Natalia,” He answered just as he hung up the phone and turned his attention to the computer. Hours Spent Working

Reassuring [08 Apr 2006|12:54pm] [ mood | working ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Kael’s closed the shop for a day and ventured out into the middle of the desert. Shirt abandoned and brown skin exposed to the harsh rays of the light as all that covers his torso is a tank top now saturated in sweat. His arms are taut as he wields the sword clasped in his hands with a practised ease. Time spent in Russia had taught him about swordsmanship, he had always been told that you needed to understand how the weapon would be used in order to craft it. Slow graceful arc has brought the sword out to his side and extended his arm. A small grunt accompanied the sudden snap that brought the sword back in until it almost cuts his face in half and then a twist of his heel brought himself and the sword around. Nothing’s uncontrolled because you can’t be out of control when using a sword. Everything has to be controlled, every action thought out and that rational thinking gave strength to the movements that were made. A few more movements imitate a fierce battle and one more step back brought the sword up to defend himself. Pushing back against an invisible opponent, Kael lunged and then twisted his build at the last moment to change the angle of his attack. If it had been a person the sword would have cut into their side and brought forth an agonised cry of pain. It’s reassuring to know that he hasn’t lost his touch. A sudden jerk had the sword pulled free and he was able to fall back into a familiar pattern. Hours will pass and he’ll still be out there even as the night falls and the creatures of shadow begin to walk the plain. Hours Spent Working

Reconnecting [26 Mar 2006|04:35pm] [ mood | calm ] The bell on the door jingled cheerfully as Quinn arrived at work, and she placed the cup of coffee she'd brought along on the counter before taking off her jacket and stowing it in the back room. Soon enough she wouldn't need the jacket in the mornings, but it wasn't quite warm enough for that yet. She wondered if Kael was going to show his face today. It seemed like he might have been avoiding her since the random insanity had taken hold a few days ago, and she hadn't really seen him since it had passed. Did they need to talk about it? Maybe, maybe not. Her attention drifted over towards his workshop , then she decided to just wait and see. She could always tidy up before the shop opened first. The broom was in its usual spot, and she began the task of sweeping, not thinking much of anything. It was time to bite the bullet as his father might have said if he had still been alive to say it, Kael was walking towards the shop he had more or less avoided since the insanity had run rampant. Unless Mallory brought up the subject he wasn’t going to talk about. He knew avoiding things never solved anything but this was one thing he would like to avoid if he could. Taking one deep steadying breath he pushed open the door and then lifted his head to glance at Mallory. “Morning,” He said softly as he walked towards the counter and slipped behind it. The denim jacket he was wearing was shucked off his shoulders and hung over a nearby hook. The stool dragged out from underneath the counter and used as a perch for Kael’s weight as he went about opening up the cash register. ( What's New? ) "Yeah, we could knock off early," she agreed with a smile. She was going to have to get something to keep the sword in. She could wrap it in something to take it home in, but it'd need a permanent home. She'd figure something out. "Looks like it’s about time to start work for the day, though," she said, glancing at her watch. "I think this is probably going to be the longest day ever." “Yeah, it seems that way.” Kael remarked before he nodded back to the truck, “Lock it up tight for now.” He wandered back out of the workshop and settled himself down behind the counter. Time to play pretend and act like his workshop didn’t exist. The redhead reluctantly tucked the weapon out of sight, giving it one last look before she closed the trunk and locked it. She joined Kael in the main area of the shop after shutting the workshop door after her, then switched the sign on the door from 'Closed' to 'Open'. Yeah, this was going to be a really long day. Hours Spent Working

Surprise Visit [17 Mar 2006|10:49pm] [ mood | surprised ] Kael had yet to grace Searchlight with his presence. The best method he seemed to have adopted for overcoming whatever madness had possessed him was to hide out, stick close to home and enjoy DVD after DVD. His clothing of choice? Low hanging denim jeans and a black t-shirt. Hair was rumpled and jaw ever so slightly unkempt with the smallest covering of stubble. It was in the interim of one movie and another that Kael was peering into the depths of his refrigerator. “Hm, I really need to shop.” He mused to himself as a hand stretched into the depths to move things around. He was running out of the bare necessities like milk, bread, butter. He didn’t want to imagine what his freezer looked at. He eventually snagged a bottle of orange juice and then eased his weight back onto a bare foot as he shut the refrigerator’s door. “Orange juice, never a bad choice.” Kael remarked as he turned to pull open a cupboard door and he found a glass. The past few days Reverie had felt like she'd had the worst hangover in the world. With no alcohol involved. Her dream of a woman in a black dress was still mildly haunting her. She hadn't realised of course it wasn't a dream at all. Elfleda was why she had been feeling so bad the past few days. Seeping inside to her inner demon, inner self, and leaving just enough to make her other side a little more hell than usual. Sooner or later though, she knew she had to face Kael. With her sudden falling out of love with that poor woman bartender, and the thing happening in the alley, she was more than a little confused. Though she was now more herself and knew who she wanted to spend time with. It was silly really, she knew it was. But oh was she going to have a hard time explaining why she fell off the planet for the past almost three weeks after their time at the bar. Reluctantly she opened the door of her car after sitting outside his house for a good ten minutes thinking quietly to herself. Stepping onto the road her car door was closed and she locked her car. A few seconds later she'd walked up to his front door and three small knocks were given. ( Temporary Insanity ) ( Been A While (Adult Content: Sexuality) ) ( That Was... ) Hours Spent Working

Light Of Day [06 Mar 2006|12:33am] [ mood | moody ] Dear world, Can I please crawl under the nearest rock and stay there? I am not amused, not amused at all. I will of course have to burn down the shop, change my name and move three states. I hope you realise this and are happy with this disruption to my daily life. No love, -Kael -Ex resident of Searchlight Hours Spent Working

Come Into My Parlour [20 Feb 2006|02:46am] [ mood | shocked ] Sonya Ramius was a girl on a mission. No sooner had she woken up, than the young Russian went about experimenting with outfits, shoes, make-up and practicing greetings in the mirror. Showering had never felt so good - and all because it was in the interests of meeting a certain someone who was on her mind. In the end, she went for what could best be described as 'raunchy casual'. A little trendiness behind it, but something which would accentuate her figure in all the right places. She was dolled up to the nines and for very good reason. Man-bait... Breezing into the shop, Sonya could hardly contain herself. He was there! At the counter and everything! Oh, but it made her feel ticklish... So, with a native 'hello' spoken to the fellow speaker of Russian, Sonya approached him, twirling a few loose strands of long red hair around finger as she went. "You are remembering me? I am hoping so! I, eh... I have problem aaand... It is with wires and electricals and I think you would help me very much, yes, thank you... You will do this?" Kael was a little concerned about how much Mallory had been on his mind since last night. No sooner had he put her out of his mind, she was right back there and he had thrown himself head long into work in the hopes of forgetting everything about the stupid feelings he seemed to have. When had they happened? Had they always been there and he had just been too afraid to admit to them? It was only when the word spoken in a Russian tongue that his concentration was broken. Kael lifted his head and settled hazel eyes on Sonya and a brief double take was given. She looked very different from how he remembered her. Giving a relaxed smile he ushered her closer towards the counter, "Of course I remember you. It's hard to forget the only other person I can share a conversation with in Russian." "What are you having problems with?" He inquired a moment later. Work would help to distract mind, keep it from going off on tangents he was really quite afraid of. It was just plain abnormal to feel this way about Mallory and yet he couldn't help himself. He just kept seeing her smile and everything else and his damned stomach seemed to turn over. ( Said The Spider To The Fly ) "So!" She continued, turning to the door and desperately trying to make a show of not being upset. Even if the way she compensated, though mannerisms in voice and body language alike, told a completely different story. "Perhaps you should go, hmm? And... And-and-and Sonya will get new one? Yes, I... I think so! Thank you for comings, though!" If she had to force any more false happiness out of herself, Sonya was sure that her face would crack. Kael winced as he could see that Sonya was hurt but what should he have done? Lied? No, that would just be awful and he couldn't do that. Not when honesty was often best in this sort of situation. He sighed and raked a set of his fingers through his dark hair, "I'm sorry Sonya but I felt you should know the truth." He felt bad but he couldn't help how he felt. Mallory was the only woman for him. He wasn't about to turn away from the out that was being given to him and accepted it with a regretful look and a small nod of his head. "I'll see you around, Sonya." Kael wandered over to the door and pulled it open but paused long enough to look back, guilt marring every inch of his expression and sadness lingering in his eyes. "Again, I'm very sorry." Kael stepped out and pulled the door shut after him. Hours Spent Working

Humiliating [19 Feb 2006|02:42pm] [ mood | surprised ] Despite the turmoil of the past couple of days, Quinn had gotten up in a reasonably good mood that morning. Breakfast consisted of bacon, eggs, and toast, and her surprisingly decent state of mind continued as she made the drive up the highway to Las Vegas. Now she was waiting on Sonya, wondering what the two of them were going to do while they were up here. She knew she'd probably have to look out for the Russian at least a little, since she'd been so skittish at just the mention of this place earlier. But that's what friends were for, right? She bought a soda and a bag of potato chips in a convenience store, then seated herself on the tailgate of the truck while she munched, just being idle while she waited for her friend. Kael had escaped to Vegas to actually enjoy a movie and was in a pretty good mood considering how life seemed to be going in the right direction after veering off in entirely the wrong direction. He had paid a visit to a casino and had spent a bit of money, he had both won and lost and Kael was finally ready to call it a night. He weaved his way in and out of the crowds as he made his way back to where his car was parked. Not that far to go and then he could get home and relax because tomorrow was not a work day or so he had decided a week ago. As he crossed the road at the lights and turned the corner his step seemed to falter as breath itself was stolen. Mallory was ahead of him, perched on her truck and for some reason to Kael she looked like the most beautiful woman alive. His eyes were drawn to the locks of red that fell over her eyes and framed her face. It was suddenly hard to swallow and he couldn't for the life of him remember what he was supposed to be doing. Kael had been stopped in his tracks and he truly believed that Mallory in spite of being like a sister to him was the one for him. Guilt stirred in the pit of his stomach as his thoughts wandered to Reverie but was abandoned as he neared ever closer to the woman that had stolen all of his attention. He tried for casual and hoped it came out without a nervous hitch, "Hey Mallory." Seeing her and feeling this way was almost like a first crush. Butterflies stirred, heartbeat accelerated and all of a sudden you couldn't talk right or you went bright red whenever your crush would look your way. ( Something's Wrong ) Quinn wandered away from the truck a little aimlessly, Kael's odd mood slowly fading from her consciousness. For some reason, she felt really positive about tonight, like something really good would happen if she just kept her eyes open for it. She'd find Sonya, they'd get something to eat, then they'd go play some cards or something. And then...who knew? But she was sure it was going to be something good. Hours Spent Working

Been Good Doing Business With You [12 Feb 2006|02:40pm] [ mood | optimistic ] Deciding that it would be good for him to get out of the workshop, Kael had packed up Reverie's weapons and loaded them into the trunk of his car and had also left a message for Reverie to meet him at the Rack N Roll. Kael could do with some time out from the day to day routine that made up his life. He hadn't been the same since he had returned from the camp but he felt that with a little more time out and interaction with people he might get back what had been lost. So far, it seemed to be working out okay. He had shot a couple games with old friends and had a few beers. Slowly but surely, he was beginning to feel like the old Kael Saunders. "I bet you twenty bucks I can sink the black in the top left corner pocket," He commented to his opponent. One of his father's friends, a man that went by the name of Scott. Kael had known the other man since he was twelve and was now kicking his ass at the game that Scott had once boasted about to Kael's father. Scott snorted and clapped Kael on the back, "I'd love to see you try." Kael chuckled softly and muttered, "Then you will." He settled the length of pool cue through his fingers and aimed the tip at the white ball. A few times, he pulled it back before finally releasing it. The force and momentum enough to knock the white ball forward until it bounced off one side and then collided with the black. Sure enough, the ball rolled into the top left corner pocket and Scott winced. Kael on the other hand grinned and turned his head to look at Scott, "I believe that's twenty bucks you owe me," Walking in with a few groceries to see her cell phone blinking at her, Reverie scooped it up as she placed the carton of milk in the fridge and set the hand wash by the sink. The smile was automatic when she heard Kael's voice. After the message was over she continued putting things in cupboards before dashing off to get a quick shower and a change of clothes. An hour and a half later and she was pulling up outside a place called Rack N Roll. Stepping out of her car she locked it on reflex before wandering inside the bar. It was what you'd expect really, lots of friendly rowdy banter and laughing. With a few side steps she had found Kael through the crowd and made her way over to him. Just in time, actually, to hear him win a bet of sorts. With a quiet smile she nodded to the man who'd lost and then brought her hand out to touch Kael's shoulder lightly. "You aren't causing this poor bloke to loose all his money now are you?" The tone was teasing though she fought to keep a straight face. ( Asked For It ) ( Buy You A Beer? ) Eventually air became an issue and it was with great reluctance that Kael drew away but admittedly he didn't go far. "Everyone's a winner," He remarked with a slow smile as he looked down at her. A soft burst of laughter escape him as both arms wrapped around her and he seemed to hold her close. There was a whole half second where Reverie tried to follow his lips with her eyes still closed, until of course she opened then and smiled warmly and looked up at him. "Glad we're on the same wave length with that one." Her own laughter followed, her cheeks pink and flushed and she appeared to be quietly glowing as she leaned in to rest her cheek against his chest for a moment. Kael closed his eyes, bit his lip and simply held onto her for a few moments before he turned them both to start in the direction of their cars. "Beginning to think that getting out of my workshop is just what the doctor ordered." Reverie chuckled as she was lead forward, but enjoyed the way it happened. "Oh really now?" That same little teasing tone was back in her voice. "Any ideas on how you're going to continue doing that?" She turned once they got to their cars to give him a mischievous look, with a quizzical lifting of one eyebrow. "Well there is this thing where you get in your car and drive into Vegas and have dinner with someone." Kael remarked with a flippant hand gesture as he released the grip he had on her waist. "Maybe we should consider that one of these days?" He smirked and leaned in to kiss her once more, this time leaving an imprint of his lips before pulling away with a devilish smile as he opened up his door and slid into his car. Reverie grinned, getting into her own car and waiting a few minutes before turning music on and slapping her hands against the steering wheel. A girlish squeal of bubbled up excitement and content ness escaping her as she grinned. "What a night." It was whispered before she started her car. Giving herself a moment to calm down a little off her high before driving back into Vegas. Hours Spent Working

New Customer [03 Feb 2006|12:41am] [ mood | surprised ] Julie needed to get the chain and other materials to keep her restrained if she needed a place in town during the full moon. She hadn’t approached Nyx about it yet, but she got a sense from the bar owner that nothing about the supernatural surprised him. If that was the case then perhaps he’d let her use the basement of the bar as her bolt hole if she needed it, and that would be a huge load off her mind. Still, first she needed to get the basics, which would be heavy chain and a collar. First stop would be the general hardware store. She walked along the streets to the store, having mapped out the town (what there was of it) days ago. It wasn’t huge, but if they didn’t have what she needed they should be able to order it. The door chimed as she pushed it open and walked inside. The last couple hours had been spent crafting and putting the finishing touches to Reverie's dagger. Sweat had gathered across Kael's face and saturated the front of his black tank top whilst dirt and grime lingered on his hands and under his fingernails. Sounds had been silenced a few moments before the chime of the bell disturbed the atmosphere and Kael's head turned to glance at the closed door that led out onto the shop floor. He scooped up a nearby towel and rubbed it over his face and through his hair before tossing it aside. "Hey, how can I help?" He asked once the door had been pushed open and he had stepped back into the relative normal of his shop. A hand made sure to shut the door before anyone had a chance to take a look inside. ( A Very Strange Order ) “It is…I’ll have to cook it sometime, it’s been a long time since I’ve made it.” Her expression went pensive for a moment, thinking of happier times before she shook her head and turned a smiling face back to Kael “Anyway, I should let you get back to work. Thanks for your help Kael.” Kael waved a hand in the air and offered a smile, "Don't mention it." He flattened his palms against the counter and pushed himself back into a standing position. "I'll let you know when your things come in and I have the adjustments made," He said with a promise to do exactly that. “See you later,” Julie waved as she walked out the door. Once outside she took a deep breath and let it out. One step down, the next would be finding someplace to put the stuff. Sometime soon she needed to talk to Nyx.. Hours Spent Working

The Old Days [28 Jan 2006|03:20am] [ mood | anxious ] Kael had returned home after spending a day in the shop and putting finishing touches on the various items he had on 'order'. Night had fallen and the town's streets had emptied, it always happened and it was funny how he had never noticed it before. He had been one of the ignorant people that hadn't questioned the way in which they had all left Searchlight and stepped into their homes as the sun had disappeared beneath the horizon. Never once had they wondered why and Kael knew he could no longer be as ignorant as that. A bare foot pressed against the wooden frame of the window ledge he was perched on whilst the other rested on the ground. Threaded ends of jeans hung from around his ankles and skirted across the ground every time he shifted on the window. Hair had undergone a cut and was now shorter by two inches, stubble had been removed and upper torso was covered in a plain white t-shirt. Kael, not a man for extravagant unless he had a reason. Since his experiences in the camp, he hadn't ventured out into the night and he hadn't fought any vampires or demons. He hadn't adjusted well to being back, hadn't quite come to terms with everything that happened and hadn't released anything. Instead he had bottled it and thrust it down because it wouldn't do him any good to dwell on it but he was doing the very thing he had been trying to avoid. Funny how that happened. Quinn already had a duffel bag with some stakes in it sitting by the front door. She had vague plans for heading up the road to Vegas to find a sporting goods store and search out a crossbow. Maybe she'd ask Hayden about where to find one, he'd probably know. She could always teach herself to use it if she had to. If she could use a shotgun, a crossbow should be less of a problem. Now she just needed to do one more thing. She knocked on Kael's door crisply, adjusting the weight of the bag on her shoulder. They hadn't patrolled together since he'd been back, and she'd become concerned about him. Maybe it was time somebody did something to pull him out of his shell. This might be just what the doctor ordered. ( What Brings You By? ) "Cool beans," she said with a smile, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet. Not impatient, just pleased that he'd changed his mind. Maybe it'd even help him. Kael returned to the living room with weapons and keys in hand, his jacket had been pulled on to protect him from the cool night air. "Let's go," He muttered as he stepped over towards the door and held it open for Mallory. This was a big step and one that Kael hoped against hope he didn't regret. The redhead touched Kael's shoulder as they exited the apartment, a gesture of support that didn't need words behind it. She fell into step beside him, and once they reached the street she said, "I figured we could check around the motels first. Sometimes out-of-towners run into trouble there. That should take up a whole hour right there." Kael was grateful for the silent gesture and briefly turned his back on Mallory to lock his door. Once it was locked, he gave a nod of his head. "An hour tops." He remarked as the pair of them set off and in the vague direction of where their patrol route would take them tonight. Hours Spent Working

Revealing The Truth [31 Dec 2005|12:07am] [ mood | surprised ] To go to work or not to go to work? She didn't really feel like it, not after the sleepless night she'd just had, but if she stayed home she'd be stuck with daytime television and too many thoughts. So she reluctantly got out of bed and took a shower, then put on clean clothes. Breakfast consisted of a glass of orange juice and a strawberry Pop Tart, and she dropped the wrapper in the trash as she headed out the door. It'd be good to see Kael again if nothing else, and kicking around the trailer all day thinking too much was over-rated. The bell attached to the door jingled as she walked into the shop, and the redhead said, "Well, at least this place didn't fall down without me." Kael was once again in the workshop, working away at the weapons that Reverie had requested. He had almost completed the throwing knives and was just putting the final touches which consisted of some patterned engravings across the sharpened edge of the blade. His mouth worked at breaking down a piece of gum, flavour had long since abandoned the hardening piece and yet Kael didn't even seem to notice. That tended to happen when he became focused, almost fixated. The weapon became his sole reason for being and it was amazing he remembered to breathe. He held a knife up to catch the light and grinned slowly as the light streaked the length of blade. "Perfect," He murmured with an approving tone and nod of his head. A flick of his wrist brought the weight of the dagger to settle in his hand until he balanced it across his palm, "Just right." Quinn heard the familiar noises coming from the workshop, and she smiled the tiniest bit. Sounded like Kael had recovered a great deal if he was back to forging weapons. She crossed the room and knocked on the door loudly. "Heads up, the prodigal has returned from the wilds of Las Vegas" she said, opening the door enough to poke her head inside. "What're you making back here?" ( Back Early ) ( Different Spin ) "I think I should get back to work," He finally said after a long moment of just looking at Mallory. Work would help him work this whole thing out, would help him shift through his various emotions. It would also give him a chance to distract himself from everything else happening in his head. The redhead nodded, stepped towards the door. She looked at Kael once over her shoulder before stepping into the main area of the shop, paused for a full couple of minutes. He looked...what? She couldn't decide. Had she dumped too much on him at once? "Kael?" It took a few minutes for Kael to register that something had been said and that something happened to be his name. His head lifted and his eyes blinked briefly, he looked almost blank until recognition flickered across his face. "Yeah?" He asked as he looked over at Mallory. Whatever she was going to say, it abandoned ship as soon as Kael looked up, leaving her mind a blank. "Uh...nothing. Sorry. Have fun with that." She closed the door behind her, crossed the floor to switch the sign on the door from 'Closed' to 'Open', and got ready to start the work day. Sometimes being honest was all she had. If it really was a virtue, she might as well use it whenever she could, right? 2 Weapons | Hours Spent Working

Over Lunch [27 Dec 2005|01:57am] [ mood | calm ] The little café was quiet. She'd taken a seat outside where the sunshine was happily warming her skin. It had been a day or so since she'd taken any vampiric blood. However, it didn't ever take away her own appetite for normal food. Though of course she tended to stay away from anything garlic or garlic related. It could stay in her system and she could forget... Trouble would then of course ensue. It wasn't pleasant. Hands were clasped on her lap. Nothing had been ordered and she'd wait until Kael arrived to get anything. The table cloth was plane white and seemed to go nice with her white shirt and cream skirt. Not exactly more formal than when they'd first met so much as comfortable without getting lots of unwanted attention. After speaking with Reverie on the phone, Kael had taken a shower and combed his hair back into semblance of order as well as removed excess stubble from his cheeks. Even though they had met and seemed to get along, this meeting was business related so he was trying to look his best and going as an unkempt mess didn't seem to be the way to go about it. He had opted for a pair of tan cargo pants and had spent the better part of ten minutes or more cleaning the boots he intended to wear and had shrugged on a white shirt and had buttoned it shut all except for the two buttons at the top. Hands tugged the cuffs of sleeves up to settle around his elbows before he had slipped on his boots and headed out to his car. The trip into Vegas didn't seem to take as long as it usually did and he had found his way to the cafe that Reverie had mentioned with relative ease. His car drew to a stop and Kael tugged his shades off his eyes to tuck them into the parting of his shirt before stepping out of the car. The door was slammed shut and car was alarmed as Kael didn't trust the folk in Vegas all that much. A steady crunching sound echoed after his feet as he took strides towards the restaurant. Kael quickly turned his head to look around for Reverie and sighted her easily enough. Kael settled his weight near the table, "Sorry I took so long." ( Business and Idle Chit Chat ) Reverie gave a slight nod, sitting straighter once more. "Whenever you're ready we can go to teh bank, there is one just down the street." Which was one reason she had picked this particular café. Planning worked wonders when you knew what you were doing. Kael eyed his own empty plate and then Reverie's and offered a smile, "I think we're about done here." And it wouldn't hurt to stretch his legs, they had been trapped in a car for an hour or more, “Think I could do with stretching my legs." "In which case on we go." Reverie stood up then, placing a handful of dollars on the table with enough for a nice tip before pushing her chair in and walking out onto the sunny street. She ran her hand through her hair and took a deep breath of fresh air before heading slowly down the street at a nice pace. Hours Spent Working

Odd [16 Dec 2005|08:17pm] [ mood | weird ] I'm back home. Feels weird to be back home, to be back in ..reality and not in that place. I know this sounds odd but I feel strange being all alone, I got so used to having so many people around me day and night, it just feels really weird to have my apartment to myself. I think if I shout loudly enough, my voice is bound to echo off the walls. Hopefully, this need to be around people will pass and I can go back to enjoying my freedom. My sisters are coming to see me tomorrow so my apartment is going to be packed and it's going to be extremely loud. Olivia is bound to bug me about where I've been so I need to think of a good ..excuse, they don't need to know what happened to me. They wouldn't believe me anyways and really it's my thing to carry. Dad wanted me to be strong for the family and that's what I plan to do. Though I've got this overwhelming urge to head into Las Vegas and take a night out on the town. Considering everything I've gone through, I guess it seems weird but it all comes back to having a ton of people around me and having fun at the same time. Maybe I'll dig out some of the clothes I don't wear all that often and go out. Hours Spent Working

Vacation [09 Dec 2005|03:08am] [ mood | awake ] Kael had managed to sleep for the first time in weeks and was reaching into ten hours when the light from the window caught his eyelids and brought his eyes open. He let loose with a faint groan due to the stirring of pain in his head, the doctors had said he had pushed himself too fast too quick but they wouldn't be saying that if they had even the faintest inclination of what Kael and the others had done. Hell, he and the others had saved the goddamn world. That was an idea he was still adjusting to and he didn't think he'd ever come to full terms with it. His hazel eyes which were a little darker than usual mostly due to his mood and the drugs pumping their way through his veins turned to glance at the IV drips that seemed to be permanently attached to his arms. "I'm really beginning to hate hospitals," He muttered as he swallowed back what seemed to be a frog in his throat. He leaned his head back into the pillow and exhaled a ragged breath which caused his entire body to shudder. He had no idea of when he'd be let out and he hadn't had the energy to call home, to let his family know he was alive but all good things come to those who wait, right? My timing could really be better, Quinn reflected as she walked up the hall to Kael's room. Her tennis shoes squeaked softly against the tiles as she neared the numbered door, the paper sack she was carrying being passed from one hand to the other as she prepared to knock. She'd barely been able to sleep the night before, disturbed by the conversation with Spike and her near-decision to allow the vampire to go after Jill to do...whatever. In the weak light of pre-dawn, she'd come to a second decision, one she didn't plan on going back on, no matter the timing. She just hoped Kael would understand. Knocking quietly, she opened the door a bit and poked her head inside. "Hey, boss," she said quietly. "Feel up to having a visitor?" ( Asking A Favour ) ( Passing Along The Business Card ) "I was planning on that," Matthew muttered as he glanced to the stone he held in his hands. Even wrapped up, he could feel her essence and it was interacting with what was left in him from their last meeting with one another. "It won't fall into the wrong hands," He assured her as he glanced to the stone. If the stone was for summoning, did that mean he could call Elfleda or would he call something else altogether? "Just keep it the hell away from me. I don't want it." This last was a mutter, the water bottle being tossed back into the truck. "Sorry to rush off, but I gotta get out of here if I'm gonna make some time. When I come back, we'll talk about the other thing, see what's going on. But until then, you won't hear from me. No one will." "Right," Matthew muttered as he turned around and started in the direction of his bike. He glanced over his shoulder to look at the hospital before he decided it was about time he found himself a place to stay at least until Joseph needed to move. He stopped beside his bike and forced his eyes away from the wrapped stone as he slid it away into his compartment. The moment it left his hand, his body felt lighter in a way and he didn't want to put too much thought into the reasons behind why that was. Quinn started the engine, feeling like the truck might actually be lighter without that damned thing lurking beneath the seat. She'd go home and eat a light dinner, then pack some stuff and leave a note for Sonya. With luck, she'd be on the road in less than two hours. A vacation was just what she needed. Hours Spent Working

White Walls [24 Nov 2005|07:52pm] [ mood | blank ] White walls everywhere. White walls every time I open my eyes. White walls blinding me. I wonder if they know how uncomfortable the walls make their patients? Could just be me as everything makes me uncomfortable. Can't sleep and haven't eaten, kind of hard to do the things you're so used to living without. Quinn left, probably to speak with someone about what I told her, hopefully ...we'll be able to stop them, we have to stop them. I didn't ...escape and Joseph didn't ..do what he did for us to fail. Need to sleep, the walls are getting to me again. Nurses will be back soon, something about ..a new IV drip, I didn't pay that much attention. I really want out of this hospital room, I know it's bigger than I'm used to and yet....I can't seem to breathe. Need to sleep. 1 Weapon | Hours Spent Working

Hard To Tell [23 Nov 2005|04:10am] [ mood | sore ] The trip was finally over and Kael was now on the outskirts of his home town, it was the driver's voice that pulled Kael's attention back to the present. He was easily distracted at the moment, it was a result of dehydration, extreme fatigue not to mention hunger. Kael struggled to pull his body over the side of the truck and he grunted briefly as his boots hit the ground first and his body nearly followed. The only thing holding him up was the fact his fingers had wrapped around the side of the truck. He pulled in a few breaths to try and clear his head, to try and focus himself, and to stop himself from passing out right there and then. "Thanks," He managed in a croak as he released the truck and he literally began to stagger through the town. The streets were empty but the sun was setting in the distance so most locals knew better than to be out at night. Kael's arm wrapped his side in a weak attempt to hold himself up and to stop the pain in his side from slowing him down. He was in the worst shape he had ever been, his clothes hung off him and bones seemed to protrude from the various holes and tears in his clothing, it was a miracle he even had any clothes left considering how worn all of his outfit looked. His skin was covered in sweat, dirt lingered in his hair and his hands were almost bloody. Nails were torn and ripped away from skin to leave behind small aggravating sores. Kael's hair hung in loose damp strands across tired eyes and those same eyes lifted to focus as best they could so Kael could find his way through the town. The man moving through the small town of Searchlight was a disturbing shadow of his former self. Quinn was still moving a little slow when she closed up the shop that night, even though she'd received a clean bill of health when she'd left the hospital. The doctor had reassured her that there'd be no permanent damage from Jill's kicking her where she had, but that didn't keep the paranoia entirely at bay. She locked the door behind her, intending to just go home and do some more reading through the stuff she'd brought home from the courthouse. Pausing on the sidewalk, she placed both hands in the small of her back and stretched. Maybe a shower first, just to relax some of the tension out of her muscles, then more paperwork. The days might have been getting shorter because of the season, but this day felt twice as long as normal for some reason. "I wonder if I've still got leftovers in the fridge," she mumbled as she began to head towards her vehicle. "I really don't feel like messing around with dinner too much." ( I Missed You ) ( What Can You Tell Me? ) "Get some sleep," she advised. "I'll wake you up when we get there." Kael simply nodded his head, "Hopefully this won't all be a dream..and I'm back.." He trailed off again, his expression looked haunted for a few moments until he said nothing more and just closed his eyes. He tried to get comfortable and slipped his arms across his chest. The posture was very closed off, very guarded, almost as if he didn't trust that he would be safe whilst he slept. "You're back," Quinn affirmed with a slightly grim nod. She pulled the truck out onto the street, her jaw clenching with determination. "I promise, this is no dream." She just hoped the emotional patching up would be as easy as the physical mending that Kael had in store for him. Hours Spent Working

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