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| Worst Night Ever(Nathaniel/Jenner); ...I don't even have a hangover... | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 3 2009, 09:55 AM (91 Views) | |
| Eileen Mann | Apr 3 2009, 09:55 AM Post #1 |
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She had a hard time falling asleep last night, an even harder time staying that way when she finally did. Every so often, she shifted on the bed, twisting and turning, as if matress she had been sleeping on the for the past week was suddenly has hard as a rock. The matress was fine, it was her head that wasn't. It was hard enough trying to fall asleep with everything that had happened, even harder still when your sort of ex-boyfriend was asleep on your bedroom floor, a few feet away from you. What was left of the evening, she had worried herself almost to the point of sickness if she snored, or talked in her sleep while he was there on the floor. She'd make him sleep somewhere else tonight, as he seemed unwilling to let her stay in Nate's apartment by herself any longer. That was good, she didn't particularly want to stay there alone with him anymore either and it was only the second week. The sound of her plastic toothbrush hitting the side of the ceramic sink, pushed last night briefly to the back of her mind. How long had she just been standing in the bathroom with her mouth full of paste and plastic, letting the water run. Catching herself in the mirror, she looked paler than usual, scared. Leaning into the sink she spit, rinsing her mouth with water and spitting one last time before quickly shutting the water off and returning the toothbrush to the holder. It looked odd next to Nate's toothbrush, but then, she looked odd next to Nate too. A heavy sigh later, and she opened the bathroom door, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into her bed and not come out for few days. While, she had dreams of avoiding Nate altogether, it was his apartment and he had made it perfectly clear last night, she was his captive. There was no way to avoid him, much like there was no way to avoid Jenner now that he had found her here. She had wandered into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from her eyes to find it surprisingly empty. Eileen expected at any turn of the corner to run smack into one of them, yet all that greeted her was Fiddlesticks, seated on the table, waiting by his meal. She stared at him a moment, attempting to looking angry for his betrayel last night. There was no hope for it lasting long, and she only sighed heavily, filling his dish with food, and his tea cup with his usual scotch/milk mixture. Where was he when she needed saving from Nate in the kitchen last night? Taking a seat shortly after, she absently ran her hand down the large cat's back, not knowing that Fiddlestick's had taken his revenge on Nate, in the form of making a litter box out of his bed. |
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Apr 5 2009, 11:20 AM Post #2 |
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Only now stumbling in through the doorway of his apartment, Nathaniel couldn't bring himself to care in the slightest if his slamming of the door would wake anybody. 'Tired' was a major understatement to describe how he was feeling at that moment, a number of factors contributing to his exhaustion. The first of which being that he hadn't gotten even a minute of sleep the previous evening.. though the major loss of blood did play it's part, too. The job, that he'd spent the past who-even-knew how many hours working on, had been nothing less then a war zone. The attack had been something right out of some kind of action flick. Things had been quiet, at first, but then all of a sudden it was chaos. Nathaniel, along with his client's men, had been able to hold off the attacks for the total of about an hour before they'd begun close in. 'They' being the armed people that the man who was originally supposed to be his target, had sent over to eliminate the client... it was quite the typical situation. You attack me, I come right back for you, with ten times as much force. After managing to fight off the first wave, the attacks didn't stop just there - they continued to come at random intervals until morning, where it became impossible to hide in the darkness between the crossfire. Still, the wolf had been required to stay at the mansion and make sure that was the end of it. That had been sometime around 6am. He'd only been allowed to actually leave at about 9, after tracking down whoever still hadn't taken the hint to leave and disposing of them; making sure the area around his client's home was 100% clear, and safe. A glance to the clock now told him that the time was nearing half past ten, and a groan escaped his lips unintentionally. Before he'd left for his apartment he'd made sure to remove any bullets that'd lodged themselves within his skin, and had also hurriedly tended to any wounds he managed to see. Still, the blood had soaked through most of his clothing. Dragging himself up from the floor and over toward the kitchen sink, took a great amount of effort. He'd left his duffel full of weapons and the like by the door... if by any chance the cat got to them hopefully it'd just shoot itself, and he wasn't entirely worried about Jenner or Leenie rummaging around through it, either. Running tapwater, he didn't even so much as glance at Eileen as he scooped handfuls onto his face. The cold, refreshing splash brought a sigh to his lips. "Cat; out." Were all the words he mustered the will to speak. If that thing dared to even look at him right now.. he wasn't sure if he'd be able to stop himself reaching for his gun. Edited by Nathaniel Thyne, Apr 5 2009, 11:20 AM.
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 "Cause I'm the fucking king of the world." Nathaniel Thyne :: Rogue :: Doctor :: Sociopath | |
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| Jenner | Apr 20 2009, 04:23 PM Post #3 |
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Pastel eyes blinked open slowly, heavy with the languor that only came from well used sleep. That same Easter colored gaze aimlessly searched the room until landing on a clock, reading the numbers that were still a little blurry. "Fuck." More time had passed than he would have thought; hours lost to useless, despised sleep. And he hated sleep. Well, that wasn't exactly fair. It was more the waking up he had issues with. Not in that 'woe my life is hard, I wish I could sleep and never wake up' emo bullshit kids seemed to beat off to these days. More like an aversion rooted in fucking trauma as a child. Too many bad things had happened to him when waking up. That sort of thing tends to stick with a kid. Crazy, that. The fact that he had been sleeping on the floor at the base of Eileen's bed like a dog didn't seem to have bothered the young wolf. There simply wasn't enough of him left that was really human to get offended by it. Besides, he wasn't going to let her out of his sight. And while he wouldn't have minded sharing the bed, he knew damn well how Ginger would have taken that. So that only left the floor. Oh no. A jaw popping yawn hit him, pulling limbs into a long stretch, the movement trapped between something animal and human; alien and unsettling, even as he made it seem graceful. Shirtless and barefoot, he ghosted into the kitchen on silent feet, arm outstretching to brush fingers almost reverently against the edge of Eileen's hair. While waking up was about as pleasant as it usually was, at least he was able to do it with the scent of the witch surrounding him. Muscles slid beneath his skin like well oiled machinery as the hand lifted to ruffle her hair before he moved past her and further into the kitchen. Light caught along the mess that was his back, throwing the scars into pale, slick contrast. Though his attention never fell directly on the other wolf and seemed as if it were fixed on that damn cat, he nonetheless managed to keep himself between Nate and Eileen. Nostrils flared, pulling smells to the wolf and telling him everything he needed to know. "What fucking handed you your ass, and what the shit is for breakfast?" |
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| Eileen Mann | Apr 25 2009, 10:07 PM Post #4 |
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The very familiar pull of her own magic, brushed against her mind. Like a thread being suddenly pulled tight, the tension filled her senses for only a moment and was quickly broken again. It was the ward that she had placed upon the building itself, like a silent alarm when specific people crossed the threshold, alerting her to their presence. People like Nathaniel. Immediatly she pushed herself away from the kitchen table. If he was coming home, she wanted to be elsewhere when he did. Since anywhere other than the apartment was not an available option for her, she would settle with returning to her bedroom. If she was made to pick between the two, right now Jenner was looking like the better option. What -that- exactly said about her life currently, she didn't even want to think too hard about. The moment she got to her feet, the door swung open, and Nathaniel fell in. Of course, it wouldn't really be her luck without at that exact same time, Jenner walking out into the kitchen. Everything seemed distant to her eyes, out of focus and in slow motion. She hadn't even realized she was simply standing there, with her mouth open, looking at Nathaniel now at the sink. It wasn't until fingers, touched her hair, and the sound of Fiddlestick's dissaproving hiss, that she snapped back to reality. Fiddlestick's might not have liked being ordered out of what he thought was now -his- kitchen but he liked Jenner touching his witch even less. A paw slapped the edge of the delicate china plate(Painted with periwinkles no less) forcing the plate to act as a catapult, to launch the wet cat food in the air at Jenner's head. He quickly jumped off the table to vanish down the hallway. It hadn't even crossed her mind that she should scold her familiar now. It hadn't even registered that she was afraid of Nathaniel in her fear for him. She was quick to close the door, before moving beside him at the sink. Somewhere along the way she had grabbed one of the nicely folded kitchen towels, and was now soaking it completely under the running water. Giving it a gentle squeeze, her hand outstretched toward him. Fingers trailed over skin, brushing a few strands of wet hair from his face. "Let me." She had offered softly, dabbing the towel at his face a moment before letting the cold cloth rest at the back of his neck. "Are there any bullets that need to be removed?" Of couse, she had to ask. It was Nate afterall. While it was safe to assume, given what she now knew of him, that he could have had a few rounds emptied into him, it could have been anything really. There was simply too much blood everywhere. "Would you like to sit down? We need to get you out of these clothes.." In fact, she was almost just a little proud of herself for not turning the same color of his shirt now at the thought of him having to undress. Her eyes finally drifted to Jenner, "Can you get my bag from my room, and a few more towels?" |
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