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 Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 1:37 pm
F i n d Y o u r s e l f A N e w F r o n t i e r
C a u s e L i f e I s G o i n g G o i n g G o n e Marshall scratched the light scruff growing from underneath his chin. There was more of that extreme wry humor this woman seemed to envelope herself in. It was refreshing as much as it was confusing. Most of the women he had the chronology to actually listen too wore all black and were married to Christ. Their conversations were about blasphemers and sinners, women who went to free abortion clinics, sex before marriage, not going to church every Sunday. All things that he himself did not find so ungodly. Besides, the Ten Commandments were what guided him, ‘Thall Shall not Judge,’ and there the people of the Catholic Church were, damning themselves to an early fate. Father Atkins found himself at free abortion clinics not there to sentence those therein, but to console them. Make them remember that God was there for them no matter what anyone has said or would say. He was just that way whether the Church approved it or not.
He digressed of course. Jokes? He had not really been a part of one in a long time. Perhaps he really had lost his new world charm and was stuck in a past life that was foreign and not his own. Marshall grimaced ever so lightly, but before he could object to anything, his paper work had been taken from the safety of secrecy. Did he really care? Not really, so he did not reach for it back. There was talk that those also on his list had been at Blackbird, though he could not prove that himself. A thought then struck him. “Actually Miss Gann. I have never really stepped foot in that house.” Marshall himself looked far off into a distant nothingness of which he often found his heart and soul wandering too at all hours of the day and night. His hand, out of sheer memory of the feeling, allowed his fingers to brush by the space of flesh the estranged mother had struck. It was the moment in which his whole world changed, perhaps not for the better, but certainly not for the worst. Here was a man without faith, though he once had it, it has long since disappeared. Marshall broke the rear-view mirrors off a long time ago. “The Vatican wanted to cover up all the actual happenings in there by destroying it. I took out my 401K, took out a huge loan and with many, many donations, I was able to buy the house right from underneath their foul noses. But that was a year ago. Up until the moment we walk through the doors, will be the first time I have ever seen the inside. Just heard the stories. Felt the pain it caused those families who had to identify their loved ones. I’ll never forget their faces.” Marshall folded his hands together and rested them neatly underneath his chin, leaning forward so that his head hung low.
Perhaps it really was his time to recognize the fact that he truly was as faithless as he felt. Those around him gathered comfort in him being a priest, and that is the part he played. For the comfort of others is what he built his life in doing. And he could be doing so the moment he took his last breath. Marshall glanced at Robin just in time to see her fiddling with that strange necklace, and finally, at the markings on her skin. Though he did not like the idea of ink inserted in skin, whatever faith she had was her own. What was he to judge? “Well. Atleast one of us has some kind of faith in something.” With that, he leaned back further into his chair, and sighed deeply. He had upset himself again, stricken with that same grief…"I hope that you truly believe in whatever Gods or Goddesses whose name you serve in, you are going to need them..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 10:18 pm
Robin looked at him her brows knit together. “Oh Mister Marshall Atkins, maybe you should give us dossiers and a pat on the head and send us inside.” She reached into her carry on and withdrew two black elbow length gloves. She had played the odds when packing and it had panned out. “This sort of place is best left for seasoned pros like the ones you have on your roster. Even then we ******** up, we die, we let other people die.” She shook her head closing her eyes slipping one long black glove on her arm. “Not to mention if you really are having a crisis of faith, that is the sort of thing a place like this is going to eat up. I know several successful atheist hunters.” She paused and slipped the other glove on and looked at him. “But if you do insist on coming with us you better get real ******** clear real ******** quick you get me?” She looked at him dead in the eyes a darkness seemed to shadow her beautiful orbs. “Because when we are a** deep in alligators the only person I always get out is me.”
That being said Robin stood up and licked her lips. “I need duty free, for some cigarettes and meal bars. Probably grab a sub or something. I’ll be back in like ten or so.” She went to leave then took a deep breath. “Think about what I said, you don’t want to die in a place like that.” With that she took her carry one leaving her luggage with him to get her little bit of shopping done.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 10:55 pm
F i n d Y o u r s e l f A N e w F r o n t i e r
C a u s e L i f e I s G o i n g G o i n g G o n e Not phased in the least bit, Marshall watched Robin walk away from where they were seated, atleast, where he was still seated. 'One down.. hell more to go...' He thought to himself contemplating the words she had so coldy spatted in his direction. They were words and nothing more. It was true, Marshall had never been on ghost hunts, never written a book about the darn stuff, possible had never been in the same ROOM with anyone who had been on ghost hunts, aside from the woman he has previously had company with. But that did not mean he had not witnessed his share of odd happenings. Perhaps he did not entirely explain what branch of the Catholic Church he worked upon, atleast, not clearly, it seemed.
He took his momentary silence into consideration retrieving his cell phone. '1 New Message.' It read on the LCD screen that was buzzing every few minutes or so. He contemplated listening to the message but he knew right away who it was. Without taking a second thought about it, Father Atkins dialed the long distance number to the Vatican and listened while it rang on the other end.
"Rosemary Virgil please." The receptionist sounded rather young than the last one, it was hard to tell who was going to stay and who was going to go when it came to the Vatican. Some enjoyed the endless work hours and lack of rules, and some were disgusted by it. Marshall was neither. He had served in the name of God fighting his holy war on earth and had decided to aide efforts elsewhere, such as the one rising in France. "Sister Virgil? Father Atkins."
He paused.
"I reckon so Sister. But I cannot conclude for sure, I have only met one of them. Earlier flight I suppose... She is, very strong willed and opinionated. I do not fret whether she is capable or not. The Cross? No no.. If you could, fax me the 'God-Project,' documents if you would be so kind? I will have the airport alert me when they come in. Thank you again Sister. I shall see you tomorrow then. And with you Sister."
Marshall turned off his iphone and slipped it neatly into the pocket of his suit which was still neat and tidy as ever. Yes, he was one of those guys that did his own laundry however rare it was, he felt it a sin for one to live on their own and have someone else do the work. That was just in his nature however.
"Father Marshall Atkins, you are needed in the Office, again, Father Marshall Atkins you are needed in the office, thank you."
Sister Rosemary was quick.... Smiling lightly to himself, Marshall waited patiently for Robin's return, it would be rude to leave her things unattended, especially in these times where thieves were plenty. He would be one step closer to entering the house that he had owned but knew nothing of it's innards...
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 11:29 pm
Hearing the announcement Robin put a move on her little errand. She managed to meander back with a carton of smokes and some granola bars in ten minutes. For an international airport that was damn impressive if she did say so herself. She slid down into the chair she had vacated and grinned at Marshall pointing at the speaker. “Looks like you are getting strip searched. If they need help with that you point them in my direction Padre. I’ll hold your virtue in the highest regard.” Robin teased winking at him before adopting a look as close to pious as she could.
“Quick question though, where are the others getting in? Not that I don’t find you stimulating but I want a time frame so I can do some pre writing if I can. Maybe grab a nap.” She shrugged. Alright so maybe not so much with the nap but the point was if they were getting in soon she wouldn’t bother to set up her laptop to type a few thoughts and be interrupted.
(so who said they weren’t joining beside Chris?)
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 11:49 pm
<3 T A K E M E A S I A M <3   "Baisez-vous, vous le Bâtard français!" <******** you, you French b*****d!> Bethany screamed at the top of her lungs many others had taken a notice to the loud girl, some of them laughing others just shaking their heads. The estranged girl may have changed for the better after retuning home from the Manor, but her mannerisms never ceased to amaze anyone. Even herself for that matter. "Fermez juste le fait de foutre dans un sale état! Dieu!" Bethany relayed back as the group of French natives tried to retaliate, but she was quick on the draw, they had barely enough time to open their mouths. She turned once more, smiled brightly at them and flashed them the bird, stepping beside Devon still holding the map in her hand as if it would some how magically show them the way home.
"I give up Dev." Bethany took a grand look around the surrounding area everything looking entirely the same as if they had been here a hundred times before stopping on this exact street corner. "No wait. Hang on a tick." Bethany left his side once more to a group of attractive French school boys fresh out of the University that was miles from them, which she now recognized as a good sign. "Excusez-moi l'enfant mignon, pouvez-vous me dire où l'aéroport est ?" Bethany flashed them an alluring smile and the rushed to her map, surrounding her instantly, babbling things in French here and there and pointing down the road. "Dites merci tant de garçons!"
"It's that way Dev. Let's get Rennie' and get going!" Bethany tugged on his arm as hard as she could in the direction of their hotel room. They had to hurry and get to the airport before they were the last to arrive. Bethany hated being late...
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 11:58 pm
F i n d Y o u r s e l f A N e w F r o n t i e r
C a u s e L i f e I s G o i n g G o i n g G o n e Laughing, Marshall stood upon his own two feet, feeling the carpeted ground below his gucci work shoes. He had buffed them this morning in his hotel room before venturing away from it and down into the airport. His work had him traveling all over the world, France had been a place he visited many times before so there was no need to sight see. That was not to say that every time he arrived here that his eyes did not gaze upon some of the most beautiful things ever built, such as the Eifle Tower. That was something he looked forward too every time he knew he was about to touch down near by.
Chuckling, Marshall gathered his clipboard and a manilla folder he had barely taken notice of up until this moment. The crime scene photographs, he had almost forgotten about them. "I promise this will not require such a thing, but your offer is tempting perhaps I could cut a deal with the guards? No?" Marshall couldn't believe that he had done that, but it was healthy, wasn't it? 'Not for a man of the collar...' Father Atkins told his innerds to shut their mouths, placing the creme colored hat bad atop his head.
Before leaving he thought it best to atleast answer her questions, it would be so rude of him not too. Taking a quick glance at his watch, he made a quick inference. "I would say upon the hour Miss Gann. You can do as you please until then, I will try not to be too unstimulating..." Marshall bowed handsomely and made his way towards the airport office where he was invited inside without question.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 12:22 pm
Robin shook her head taking out her lap top. A year ago she would have found the good mister Atkins charming and a challenge. Those had been the games of a child who had gotten burned by those very games. She closed her eyes and licked her lips drawing her bottom one into her mouth holding it in place with her teeth.
Arlen had been less than thrilled with Robin’s particular style. Figuring she had burned that bridge and ever the resourceful girl Robin decided to milk the assistant of any and all use he could be. She hasn’t counted on that assistant being well Hunter. He was charming, smart, polite, and she even admired him as a medium. Of course his being incredibly sexy hadn’t helped maters at all either. He had stood up for her and saved her. Despite being blind his ice blue eyes seemed to penetrate her when he described how she smelled or sounded. Then they lived happily ever after…
Except they day they barely escaped with their lives had been the last time she had seen him. “Hunter are you trying to put me off my game or are you as nice as you seem?” Robin had asked while she sipped a glass of mineral water that faded into sun set orange in the steam from the clear rim. She had been throwing her A game flirting, and she was so sure that he was just the guy she believed him to be. “I am a bit of both of those things.” He had replied before going on to answer one of her never ending questions.
Time passed in that Manor and despite the goings on she had been so sure they were falling in love. She didn’t expect a lot of him, realistically their attraction could have been amplified by the house. Apparently hers was not and his had been. It had been hard to face it at first, she kept thinking he would show up at her New York apartment, or at least call. At least she had got out before she had fallen in love.
Robin let a sigh escape her lips and her eyes slid open. She had took a calculated risk or two in preparation for today. Hunter was the best Medium there was, chances were pretty good he would turn up on this investigation. She packed long ball gown gloves so he wouldn’t get a read off of her if they brushed. She had brought horrible garish Juciy perfume instead of her signature scent of Chanel. Sickingly sweet would replace her fresh clean smell.
He would know what he had done, or rather not done had hurt her. That she could be as ambivalent as he was. She looked down at the scrolling bar on her word document and started typing up nonsense. Her heart wasn’t into working right now. She let her eyes close and she sighed again. ‘If you didn’t love him then why are you still so upset? Why wear that necklace?’ She thought to herself in a rare moment of turning that spy glass on herself. “******** b***h I’ll cut you.” She growled lowly to herself slapping her laptop closed and stuffing it roughly in her bag.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 2:45 pm
Serena stepped out of the shower of the hotel room, grabbing a towel to dry off. Earlier that morning, she could faintly remember Beth and Devon telling her that they were going to go out to explore, maybe grab some breakfast. But, that had been earlier that morning, and Serena had drank way too much the night before in celebration of making it to France for yet another "spirit hunting" escapade. She sighed, wrapping the towel neatly around her body before she stepped into the room, walking over to her bag. This would be, indeed, another one of those Blackbird Manor ordeals, she figured as she continued to search through her bag for clothes.
Moments later, she was dressed in a skinny pair of dark jeans, light gray boots pulled on over them, and a white, sleeveless blouse with a loose, gray v-neck sweater over that. She blow dried her hair, her gentle curls settling in nicely, and she raised her arms, a white gold chains dangling between her fingers as she clasped the necklace around her neck. Before they had left the manor, Adam had given it to her. A locket that held him and his family. A her and hers. It was interesting to see the differences... And strange to figure that they weren't blood related. But, what should that make a difference about how she felt about Adam, right? She sighed, fingering the locket a moment before shaking her head. Perhaps she would find him one day... And yet, she realized, she still hadn't told Beth or Devon the truth of the matter... The fact that it had been Adam who had committed rape against her so many years ago. She wondered, for a moment, what they would think...
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 4:48 am
  Allister was in a bad mood, and having a nightmare of a day.
He had missed an earlier flight, one that probably wasn't so jam packed. There were people in almost every seat, he just couldn't get away from these chattering dolts. He was sitting next to a a window thank god, but on his left was a girl about his age, or maybe a bit younger. An older lady sitting across an aisle smiled and winked at him, "got a cutie, there", she had whispered to him. She was cute alright, but he definitely didn't want her sleeping on him. The stewardess wouldn't let him use his own clunky headphones, so he decided he would catch some Zs instead. That plan was foiled the moment little ms. motor mouth sat next to him. He had to sit through nearly an hour of her telling him how she was going on a work trip and how exciting it would be. He had a tendency to drown other's out, and she was no exception. She had then promptly fallen into a deep sleep, after she had wrapped her arms around his and laid against his shoulder.
So, that was her game? she was a puppeteer. He smiled as he sat there, she was holding onto him as if he was her lifeline. He slipped his hand into his bag and withdrew those familiar headphones, there were big and black, those big recording studio ones. He would probably hear it from that crazy attendant, but, he couldn't stand not having them on. He slipped the black foam covers over and on to his ears and already heard the familiar guitar riffs, the screaming vocals, the blast beating. His smile grew tenfold, well, more like sevenfold. His eyes squinted together at his own joke. He was in his happy place now, nothing could bring him down.
To the right I could see a church
I took a step in that direction first
But to the left there was a watering hole
Where they were whiskey drunk
And now that's where I wanna pray
The fun down here goes on and on
He sang the lyrics softly, to which the girl stirred slightly. She let go of his arm, but nuzzled closer into him, her scent wafted up to his nose and sent him whirling. "Wow, strong stuff there", he said in a low voice, so as not to wake her. That was all he needed right now, her to wake up and talk his ears off again. "If I was perfect, this would easy...", how that suited him, maybe if he was perfect, things in the past wouldn't have happened, and maybe life would be easier.
He flicked at the MP3 player in his pocket and listened to the techno beat jump to life, this was the type of music he needed now. He heard G Love's voice spring into his head and smiled even broader now. His mood changed with the music, and this was upbeat stuff here. He looked at the girl beside him, leaning heavily into him, "Sweet dreams...", he trailed off as he lay his head back into the seat. It felt right for some reason, having someone near to him. The song changed again and he shook the thoughts from his head. 'No, it's not right Allister...you know that...' his heart and mind screamed in unison.
'Whatever, it doesn't matter anyways', he thought, denying his humanity once again. he lay his head back and thought that as long as he couldn't hear everyone else, this would be a particularly enjoyable flight.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 1:24 pm
 __T o s s i n g U p P u n c h l i n e s__
T h e W e i g h t o f E l e p h a n t s U n d e r M y S k i n
"You are horrible..." Devon relayed, his body shifting weight to his left leg, from which he had been leaning against a brick wall. The cafe they had stopped for breakfast just behind him. The French had great food, beautiful cities, glorious people as well, but nothing compared to her... He had almost told Bethany to go off and have a good time, utilizing the time to spend in bed with Serena. Listening to her slow breathing, the smell of her beautiful golden hair, as it enveloped his face so gently without knowing the spell it put him under as it did. She was a witch and he had been eating her poison apple for years knowing well that it could cost him his life. But a life without her would be no life at all, and he would keep eating that apple for as long as his body would allow.
Bethany had charmed a group of French natives as was her way, always charming without knowledge that she was capable of captivating men the way she did. Her mother and father, if you could call them that were hideous people, and yet here was beautiful and sweet Bethany. How could demons give birth to an angel? "Well. I suppose we should hurry and get her, she should be getting ready by now." Devon looked at his watch and soon after, his phone. Serena would possibly call before venturing out, if she would, and since his messages were blank, he could only infer that she was indeed getting ready. It was then that he checked his back pockets, the white golden ring was always there, always... But not this time.
Frantically he searched his other pockets for the box that contained the memory of the rest of his life. Had he been so stupid as to forget it on his night stand? But it was then that he glanced at Bethany who had been sweetly holding the black box in her frail hands. "I serve a greater purpose in life..." She relayed handing him the box as Devon allowed himself a deep sigh. He had been waiting for the right moment to ask her to be his wife and despite what they were going to do, France itself seemed to be the place to do it. Romantic, beautiful, alluring, and France wasn't that bad either. Devon snickered at himself. All jokes aside, he allowed himself to be pulled in the direction of the hotel room.
"Alright Beth. I am coming. Hey, why don't you head off towards the Airport. Take a cab, and call me when you get there. That way I can get all of our things packed and we wont be burdened with being late?" Devon waved his hand into the French streets he staggered out into, and a taxi came right by. How quick they were in this city. "Go ahead. We will be there." Devon smiled at her, opening the door.
Bethany glared, but did not object as he kissed her on the forehead and sent her on her way. The taxi spent no time waiting as it sped off down the street with the other half of his life nestled in the bowels of that metal machine. Devon hurried his way back to their hotel room. Time slowing as if they knew he had to be somewhere. If only it happened more often.
Before long, ten minutes to be exact, he was standing in the loft of their hotel, the Receptionist nodding his head as he walked by, Devon showing the same respects and stepped into the elevator. He fumbled the ring back into his jean pocket and turned the immediated left towards the door. The cast iron key turned in the lock and allowed him entrance. His stomach filled with butterflies as if he was meeting this woman for the first time. They had shared themselves on nights alone and here he was nervous. He was always nervous. Always.
"Serena?" He called to her.W i t h W i n g s o n H e r F e e t, W e P a n t o m i m e
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 1:44 pm
F i n d Y o u r s e l f A N e w F r o n t i e r
C a u s e L i f e I s G o i n g G o i n g G o n e Father Atkins stepped into the darkly lit office. There were monitors beyond his field of sight but the glow they were cascading was undeniable. They were in the surveillance room, why, he had no idea, but who was he to argue with their methods that included lying to a priest and the great mass of civilians just beyond those thick iron doors. Two police officers stood on either side of the said doors, and though he had said, 'good, day,' they had not even turned their heads to look at him. There was nothingness in their eyes it seemed. 'This could be bad..' He thought to himself, until he recognized the clergymen sitting at the round table in front of him. There were three all sitting along the far side, where as a single chair had been placed for his comfort, how thoughtful of them.
"Take a seat Father."
"I think I’ll stand, thank you. Long flight." Father Atkins voice was cold much like his estranged appearance something not many were used to hearing. "What's this--"
"We think you know." One of them said before he could finish. Not only were they trying to use scare tactics on him, they were rude. All in the name of God. Hallelujah....
Clearing his throat, Marshall decided to take a seat but not entirely where they had intended for him to be. Kicking the chair against the far wall as it slid across the concrete floor and clanking as it made impact with said wall. The room was much smaller than before. "I think you should know that your scare tactics are rather musing. Did the policemen friends you have behind me teach you that? Or are you just trained well?" His voice was jovial, nothing like his first impression, taking a seat in his new spot. He had not bothered to take off his hat, there was no company here that wad worthy of his respect.
"There are higher powers working in this matter Father, of this you must know." The one on the far right concluded. He was a fatter man with bright eyes, possible German, but who cares where he originated; he should just go back and call it a night.
"I am aware. We both serve in the name of our Lord. But I guess He, as in, the Vatican, are hurting for followers they would hire anyone, including the likes of you. Which is a gosh darn shame." Atkins felt his temper rising but he subsided it with the thought that they had gone to such measures to see him, he should keep his cool.
"You are going to involved others, sinners of course and we--"
"So THAT is who broke into my computer? I though that was a bit off the radar, even for you. But no matter. You saw what I wanted you to see. You have no idea who is going and what I am doing. I keep those files... shall we say, not on file." Atkins tapped his forehead a few times, and offered a wicked smile.
The clergymen looked nervously at one another, as if the whole thing was not registering. "Listen gentlemen, I have a beautiful lady who was kind enough to tell me about this place, France. I wish not to keep her waiting for my return. Now, are you going to hand me my paper work or not? Either way, MY higher powers will always find another way to grant me what I desire. Your efforts are futile, to say the very least."
They looked at one another again. "You and whoever you work with will regret this. You are about to deal with God's power on earth. You will be sorry..." They announced, and slid the manila folder across the table in which Marshall caught. Standing to his feet, he bid them Farwell. Before leaving, however he decided to leave them with a thought. "I am a man of the collar, I believe that God punishes all the wicked, however, he allows some of the wicked to slip through his net. That is where I come in. Harm any of my benefactors, and I will show you what God's wrath truly looks like..."
"I am sorry to keep you waiting Miss Gann. Slow fax machines here. You think they would upgrade to better machinery." Marshall had already slid the documents into his jacket before coming out of the so called, 'office.' "Have I missed anything?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:45 pm
Robin shook her keeping her dark eyes cast in front of her not gazing at anything in particular. She took a deep cleansing breath and then parted her lips. “No.” Finally after a few minutes she looked up at him and gave him a weak smile. “How about you Marshall did I miss anything with you? I take it they didn’t need a tall dark and sexy woman to pat you down in the office?” Robin asked making a pouting face her full lower lip jutted out while she tilted her head slightly. “That is such a shame, I was really looking forward to it. Weren’t you?” Now she thought, let Hunter show up now.
He wasn’t the only guy in the world that was old world charming, polite and sexy. Marshall was good looking, older, and had a whole tortured thing going on for him. She pulled her lip back in reverse this time jutting it inside her mouth the chew on it. All of those things were strong first impressions of Marshall Atkins, yet she couldn’t make herself care. She didn’t want it, did she even want to want it?
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:50 pm
 The plane was nearing it's final destination. It was in Tokyo, Japan that they had to make an emergency pit stop. It was said that someone had left a fuel line unchecked and they had worried about explosions. Why was it always explosions with these damned things? Atleast in a car or a train you had better chances of surviving, perhaps not much more, than when in a plane. If the explosion doesn't kill you the damned fall sure as hell will finish the job. "Mr. Valentine, are you feeling alright?" The flight attendant asked in the most cherry voice he had heard her use yet. Perhaps his expression was as grim as he was feeling; though he did not mean to upset anyone by it. Fact of the matter was, he hated flying.
His hands had been cupped tightly around the seat handles, the two beside him as vacant as his thoughts. Though they had been filled with the fear of dieing, they were empty. "Yah. Fine. Could you, you know. Go away?" He said, trying not to be as cold as he sounded, but by her own disgusted expression he had failed.
"Sure thing Mr. Valentine." And with that, he never saw her again. Hunter had watched her... yes, watched her lean in forward her perky bosom trying to cloud his thoughts with her. There was only one vixen trying to tempt him over and over again with every waking agonizing memory. And that woman he had not seen in over a year. What a fine, damn, pleasent world this was.
Hunter's vision had returned though he was incapable of letting the information out. There were operations in the US, but even with his new found wealth, they were crazy expensive. A long flight to a remote area in China blessed him with the new sight he had now. Though it was dangerous and would have costed him his life, it was worth the try. It as funny, with the little time they spent in the manor, he had grown to care for that crazy bat out of hell woman. Hunter wanted nothing more than to see her face. Every perfection and flaw, though he doubted she had any.
That struck another fault. How would he be able to tell her that he could see her. Perhaps not perfectly, everything was about, three shades darker than it probably was, but he could see every detail. 'Hey Robin. Long time no talk. I can see you, wanna date?' 'Smooth romeo...' He told himself, slumping into his chair as the plane made it's grand descent. Hunter was running out of thinking time....
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 4:31 pm
 Not a monster, Not a bogeyman...Christina was having a hard time before she got to the airport, her list of grievances was probably over a mile long. She was feeling a bit down because of what her boss Alex had said earlier. He had walked right into her room as she was dressing, sat on her bed and stared at her until she was finished. When she finished, she had turned to him with a very defined scowl spreading on her lips. She took three steps toward him and promptly slapped him right across his face.
"Your a real b*****d Alex, you know that?!", she yelled at him as she leaned in, inches from his face. Alex laughed a bit and leaned into her, pressing his lips to hers, with that, he stood up and ran from the room.
Christina stood, dumbfounded, 'did that Son of A-....', she paused to think in her stupefied mind. She slipped out of her heels and gave chase to the cocky boss of hers. He ran faster than she could hope to catch, but she would anyways. He rounded the corner into the living room and found her waiting, she grabbed him by his collar and threw him down to the ground. "Don't you ever, and I mean, ever, do that again!" she yelled as she mounted him. She looked down into his bright blue eyes and smiled as she leaned into him and kissed him back. He must have been surprised, but, he didn't waste any time in kissing her back.
She pulled from his iron tight grasp and looked down at him, "Now, why did you come into my room so rudely?", she asked with a smile on her face. He reached up and pulled her back for another quick bout of kissing, after which he reached up and pushed a lock of her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear.
"I was going to tell you, you were going to miss your flight if you didn't hurry up", he explained as she stood up and started to walk away. She hurriedly moved back to her room and looked around for the mass of under garments she would need, she wasn't sure how long she would be gone and wanted to be prepared. She slipped into her long overcoat and smiled as Alexander walked back into her room.
"Your a glutton for punishment, love", she said as she slipped out of the coat she had just put on. He pulled her down onto the bed and kissed her deeply. She couldn't hold back anymore, so she gave in to his touch, letting her lust take over.
Over an hour later, she realized that they had gone way over her allowed time.
"Oh s**t!" she cried out as she stood up and quickly dressed. Alex turned over and looked at her with nothing but affection in his eyes, "I'll call and reserve a seat on the next flight out, okay?". She scrambled as she slipped into a bra and then pulled a tank top over it, "Thank you Alex, your a life saver", she called out as she pulled her sweater on and then her coat once more.
"I love you Christina", Alex called as she ran to the bathroom to fix her hair, he was obviously waiting for a response as she straightened herself up.
She turned her head at the sound of those words, did she feel anything more than affection and lust? Perhaps, but she wasn't one hundred percent on that quite yet. She fixed her hair, letting it hang over her shoulders and a bit of fring over her face. She walked out of the bathroom and back to his side of the bed, into his waiting arms. She leaned down and kissed his lips once more before she whispered, "I love you too", and with that, she grabbed the handle of her bag and stole for the door.
It was almost an hour before she was on her flight, she was sitting next to this creepy little guy. He was dressed in all black with these baggy pants that had chains all over them, and as a top, he was wearing this big black hooded sweatshirt that read 'Oh my god...it's god' with a picture of a man starring upwards with hands folded. She snickered when she read at first, but then she went on to asking about him, to which he ignored everything she had to say. She wasn't used to being ignored, and she definitely didn't like it, not one bit. It took a while, but she was falling into sleep, and he was the closest thing to a pillow. As she came into and out of her dream state, she looked up at his face and smiled, 'maybe he isn't so creepy, he is kinda...handsome..'. She pulled her arms around one of his and lowered her head into the crook of his arm, he was really warm. Her eyes closed slowly and she was taken into a light sleep, and about a half hour later, he woke her with his slight singing. He had a wonderful voice to match his beautiful face.
She opened one eyes, just above a squint and peeked up at him, he was very interesting. 'I wonder where he's going? doesn't seem like this is for family or anything like that...why does he seem so lonely?' she kept trying to analyze him, but to no avail. She again closed her eyes and heard a voice over the comm say that they would be landing shortly She gave up on any more sleep and sat up straight, pulling her arms away from the man, letting him curl into himself as he slept.
She heard music coming from the headphones he wore and laughed, "wow...interesting choice in music there guy....", sadly though, she knew all the words to the song. She rested her head against the seat and mouthed the words, waiting for anything else the captain would tell them. It shouldn't be much longer. "Alex, thank you....for everything", she whispered finally after letting the thought mill around her head for so long. This would be her most important case, maybe she could find some answers, like the mysterious spirit Lucy had told her.
Whatever the case, this would be fun overall, she was just a bit more than excited. More than she would admit at least.
"Le Sanctuaire de l'Ange Tombé, here I come, watch out", she mocked, hyping herself up for what would come next. ...Understand that it's just a person, not worth devoting any nightmares to. 
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 4:54 pm
F i n d Y o u r s e l f A N e w F r o n t i e r
C a u s e L i f e I s G o i n g G o i n g G o n e Gawking at his own thoughts, Marshall took a seat and tried not to asphyxiate on the happenings just prior to this third reunion between himself and Robin. Though they were either building a friendly relationship constructed by sarcasm, or it was just their comfort zones meshing together. Father Atkins hates the spot light and it became apparent that Miss Gann shared the same feelings only she was much more… open to express it. Robin almost reminded him of Agatha, who was just as outspoken if not more. Perhaps that is why he felt they got along so well. He needed someone else to counter his quiet nature. The one the ladies swooned over. Marshall found them just delightfully annoying…
“Miss much? You missed the whole party. The button pressing, the glamour of the fax sounds. It’s like fun in slow motion.” Marshall rolled his eyes and watched as another plane landed in the stretch of road designated for those giant metal birds. Perhaps that plane is carrying the remainder of his team? It was always good to hope for something. Especially in this world where hope was very hard to find. Or faith for that matter. “Other than that…” Here comes the white lie. “Nothing much. Life is as droll as I feel. And you are right. I would have enjoy that.”
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