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Post by Gabriel McKettrick on Feb 23, 2012 19:51:32 GMT -5
[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] His head was buzzing as panic began to settle in the far reaches of his mind. What in the hell had he been thinking? He NEVER invited strange people into his home, especially not after his shift had just ended. His fingers curled tightly around the steering wheel of the police cruiser until he could hear his knuckles pop. He knew the flesh had turned white, and he felt like he was going to be sick. It could have even been a lingering effect of his hangover. Either way, it wasn't pleasant.
In an attempt to follow through with what his friend had told him to do, he had invited his sister and her...boyfriend..over to watch the game. He was seriously regretting it, and he needed a distraction..fast. "So..uhh..how are things going for you, Caleb?" He managed to force out. Normally, Caleb was the one to drive the car, but he had insisted that afternoon. It was just another thing to add to his list of regrets. Live and learn, right?
Only if he knew that his little sister's boyfriend would be hyped up on PCP. If only. Perhaps, the events that would transpire in his home wouldn't happen. Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. At the rate he was going, he was bound to kill the both of them. Usually, he was a careful driver, but his nerves had him on edge. As quickly as he could, he took all of the necessary steps and precautions before pulling over onto the side of the road. He glanced toward his friend and partner, the sheer desperation evident in his pale gaze.
"How about you drive? I-I..don't think I'm quite ready for that task yet." He gave a weak laugh and checked carefully before unbuckling his belt and getting out of the car. He had always been a soft individual, but he could snap on the drop of a pin. That sort of temperament was common in his family but luckily for him, it seemed to have skipped over his sister. He just hoped it wouldn't resurface through her children or some, such nonsense. He definitely wasn't ready to be an uncle just yet.
His one and a half story home was only a few blocks away. On a good day, he could probably walk the distance but for whatever reason, he wasn't feeling quite up to it that afternoon. He couldn't shake the bad feeling that had settled in his stomach, waging wars on his thoughts. If he were smart, he'd pay attention to what his gut feeling was trying to tell him. Of course, that wasn't to say that he wasn't smart. He just wasn't in the zone that afternoon. He blamed it on his hangover and left it at that, hoping for the best. |
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Post by caleb hayes on Feb 25, 2012 10:59:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] and i set fire to the rain The Words: six two five The Outfit: a cop uniform, dudeThe Notes best friends!
Caleb’s eyes took in the tight grip that his friend was holding on the steering wheel. For some reason, he wasn’t feeling too happy about letting Gabe drive today and had a reason to believe that it had something to do with Jasmine’s boyfriend. He didn’t have a little sister like that, thank god, and could only imagine what his friend must be going through. It must suck to watch your baby sister make a shitload of mistakes each day and do nothing about it. Being a police officer and knowing the repercussions of everything made it so much harder to live a normal life. Caleb knew this from experience. He had been in awkward situations where all he wanted to do was wish he didn’t know the things he knew.
A nervous cough escapes his lips. Yeah, he wasn’t in the mood to talk about his life right now. But if it helped distract Gabe…”Shasta broke up with me. She found out I slept with Juniper Charland once, right after we met” Caleb said, running his fingers through his hair. His heart was still sore. Yes, he had begun to love Shasta, and had made the small mistake of mentioning Juniper in passing. Apparently, the two not on good terms and when Shasta asked how he knew her, well, he wasn’t going to lie. His heart, and his cheek, was still sore from the meeting. If he could take that one night back with Juniper, he would have. Shasta had meant everything, and now he was forced to lick his wounds in silence and in pity.
As the car came to a not-so-gentle stop, Caleb hopped out of the car and switched seats. Yes, he needed to drive. ”I didn’t want to say anything, but man, I thought you were going to kill us both” he mentioned, buckling his seatbelt and beginning to drive. His house was not that far away where they were, and Caleb knew that Gave was concerned about Jasmine’s boyfriend. They had done a quick background search and found little blips in the past, but nothing too noteworthy. Yet Gabe was just slightly overprotective. And Caleb was trying to teach him to relax and get laid. Getting laid was amazing and even more amazing when it was with someone you loved…like he had with Shasta.
His mind went to her pretty smile, her perfect ass, and he unique personality. He was a love sick puppy alone in the world and it killed him. His past mistakes had come back to haunt him and he wished there was a time machine. He wouldn’t have slept with Juniper had he known what was going to come between him and Shasta. Honestly, he hadn’t thought she liked him like that and now everything was in the past. There was nothing he could do. The past was the past and he would just keep calling Shasta. What could she do; put a restraining order on him? He was the deputy and could easily worm his way around some stupid little piece of paper. And no, he didn’t mean in a complete creeper way.
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Post by Gabriel McKettrick on Feb 26, 2012 15:25:15 GMT -5
[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true]He closed his eyes and sighed softly with relief. Where would he be without Caleb around to save his ass? Trembling fingers buckled the seat belt. "Sorry." He said quietly, although he wasn't really sure what he was apologizing for. Was it his nervous driving that had the potential to kill them both, or was it his friend's breakup with Shasta? His head was buzzing about his baby sister, and he didn't even begin to know what to do about the whole mess.
After several moments of silence, he shifted to look at his friend. "I raised her right, didn't I?" He queried nervously, beginning to fidget. Had he screwed up somewhere along the way? Was the boyfriend of hers a way to punish him for taking her away from their home in Miami? Was his baby sister finally rebelling against everything he had worked so hard to give her? He had worked his fingers to the bone in the hopes he could give her a better life.
He would have been the one behind bars for murder if he hadn't decided to just take his sister and run to the other side of the nation. His mother had been a prostitute to make end's meet, for chrissakes. He had to pull about two or three jobs with odd jobs thrown in here and there to put food on the table for his sister and himself. He had been so paranoid about his sister going for the wrong guy that he had even gone so far as to burn all of her revealing clothing. Now, he was a cop and his friend was the deputy. He'd be the first to admit that he used his resources for the wrong reasons, but he wanted to keep his sister safe a while longer. He wouldn't be able to protect her.
Perhaps, that was the real reason why he never allowed himself the luxury of female company. When the car finally pulled up to his small yet comfortable home, he got out slowly, feeling like he was about to meet his doom. The instant he was out of the car, he could hear the short squeal of excitement his sister gave, just before she lunged toward him and literally barreled into him, demanding a hug. At first, he hesitated, nostrils flaring but then ever so slowly, his arms wrapped around her as he scrambled for a proper greeting. "'Lo, Jazzy." He drawled softly, patting her back. What else could he do?
She beamed up at him, making his insides melt a bit. "Hi, Gabby, that's.." She paused and squinted, waving to Caleb before turning toward her male companion. "Ryder." She waved him over, and the punk-looking man slouched over with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette hanging from his lips. "I see. Well..there's no smoking in my house, understood?" He queried curtly, almost seeming satisfied when the man grunted and dropped the burning stick of death to the ground, snuffing it out with the toe of his shoe.
Gabriel had the sudden urge to use the bastard as a punching bag, and he probably would have if it hadn't been for his friend accompanying him. "The game awaits!" Translation: The sooner we watch the game, the sooner the bastard could get off my property. Ushering his sister and her male friend into the house, he looked back at Caleb with a pleading look. His friend would either have to hold him back or put himself between Gabe and Ryder. It would be a fun evening!...not. At least, there was beer...and lots of it. |
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Post by caleb hayes on Mar 1, 2012 9:56:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] and i set fire to the rain The Words: four six oh The Outfit: a cop uniform, dudeThe Notes best friends!
The nervousness seemed to leak off of him and Caleb ran his fingers through his hair before he began to drive. He had a younger step sister, a pretty girl, and knew that he was just as protective of her as Gabe was with Jasmine. The only difference was that his sister lived thousands of miles away and Jasmine lived with Gabe. Caleb knew he would allow his anger and confusion and protectiveness overtake him and he would end up killing the man who looked at his sister. But as Gabe’s best friend, he refused to admit that he would be in the same boat, he would be supportive.
”Dude, you did. Just think about the game” he said, his voice deep before a cough escaped his lips. He pulled the car to a stop and locked the doors one he and Gabe got out. The apartment building loomed above him and he followed his friend into the building. His own apartment was a block away and more often than not, he was over for a beer. Jasmine knew him well, and knew that he would calm her older brother down if anything occurred. Or, well, hopefully.
Running his fingers though his hair once more, his short hair fell in odd places as the two entered the apartment. Immediately, his eyes took in the fool sitting on the couch. Lower class, most likely sold some sort of drugs, probably had a picture at the police department and would not last long in this family. He, along with Gabe, wouldn’t allow it. But Jasmine was going through a phase and Caleb knew that. She would marry someone handsome and successful and someone that Gabe approved of. Hopefully.
The cigarette fell to the ground and Caleb scrunched up his nose before giving Jasmine a small smile. She was a big girl and needed to learn to fend for herself. That was the reality of the situation. And, of course, the two would be right in the next room. Caleb grinned at his best friend before swiping the remote from the counter and switching it to the channel for the basketball game.
Sneaking into the other room, Caleb grabbed a couple of beers and a bag of chips before placing them on the table. He cracked the bottle open and took a long swig. The comforting beer fell down his throat and he grinned at ‘Ryder’. ”So what do you do for a living?” he asked, flashing the man an arrogant smile. His eyes met Gabe’s and he mentally told his buddy that this guy would not last long. Hell, Ryder would probably would be gone by tomorrow once he got used to the unusual and obnoxious people that Jasmine was related to and knew.
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Post by Gabriel McKettrick on Mar 1, 2012 17:05:45 GMT -5
[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true]He followed his friend and snatched a beer, popping the tab as he took a long swig, leaning against the counter. When Ryder snorted at the word job, Gabe's grip tightened on the can, beginning to crush the aluminum his capable fingers. Jasmine was in her bedroom, which was probably a good thing, considering the events that were about to transpire. Ryder left the room for a few moments and came back with gun in hand. The sound of the bullet sliding into the chamber grabbed Gabe's attention like a splash of cold water to the face. "What the fu--.." The young man began, brow beginning to furrow.
The empty look sent chills down his spine, and the lack of response worried him even more. When the barrel of the gun swung in Caleb's direction, he reacted. He didn't even know what he was doing until it was too late. He couldn't even recall if he had shouted at Caleb to move. All he knew next was that pain exploded in his abdomen, making him drop like a rock. With his mind foggy and pain attacking each nerve, he closed his eyes and just whimpered low in his throat. Something warm and sticky had soaked his shirt, eventually pooling beneath him.
It was tempting to give way to the darkness that tugged on the edges of his brain, luring him slowly into a realm without pain. Something kept him rooted and somewhat awake. Something told him to fight, to keep his head above water, even if just barely. If he was losing his sanity, among other things, he would have sworn that he heard his mother speaking to him. Maybe it was Jasmine. Had she even entered the room? She probably had, but he was too far gone to notice much of anything between the pain and the blood loss. |
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Post by caleb hayes on Mar 3, 2012 14:50:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] and i set fire to the rain The Words: four six oh The Outfit: a cop uniform, dudeThe Notes best friends!
Caleb laughed at something on the tv before hearing Gabe’s voice cut through the air. It sounded as though someone was scaring him and he turned, only to be greeted with a gun and he watched in slow motion the bullet being slid into the chamber. He stood up slowly, his own hand drifting towards the gun that was latched to his side. This was not happening. It made no sense that someone would come into this small apartment ready for a fight. The emptiness in Ryder’s eye allowed Caleb to realize that the man in front of him was on something and that someone had hired him to do a hit and run, without realizing that there were two cops here. As the gun shot rang through the room, Caleb waited for the pain to split his side but it never came.
Instead he was greeted with the site of his best friend jumping in front of him and the bullet sliding into the thin skin humans had. A growl and a string of explicits escaped his mouth before he turned his gun and sent off two shots towards Ryder. The creature stumbled backwards and fell to the ground, his hands holding the two spots that the bullets had pierced. A screeched echoed through the room and Caleb turned around, only to be greeted by Jasmine and a shocked face She looked around in panicked and fled to her brother, whispering soothing words into his ear as silent tears poured down her face.
Caleb managed to call 911 in seconds and the rest of the hour happened in a blur. While he had fought to leave with Gabe, his brother in a sense, his cop friends made him stay behind. They understood the pain, considering Gabe was their friend as well, but paperwork had to be filed. So Caleb led them step by step of everything that had happened; how Ryder was on something, how he shot first and Caleb shot back, and how Caleb was the only one to hear the last words escape the dead man’s mouth. This is from V, bastard. He wasn’t stupid; he knew who V was, but had no idea what was so special about Gabe and Jasmine.
After an hour or so of answering questions, he fled the scene and made his way towards the hospital. He entered and saw Jasmine, looking tired and worn and defeated. The two expressed concern in the quick glance before Caleb made his way into the white hospital room. ”Don’t jump in front of me, asshole” he teased his friend, referring to the hours before.
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