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 Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 12:37 am
Report #12 - Page 1 of 1
Julian takes part in a kissing booth at the Partie D'Amour, and naturally nothing is quite tolerable about the situation. Gage's appearance in the scenario is somewhat limited.
The Partie D'Amour can be found here.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 12:40 am
Report #13 - Page 1 of ?
Gage meets Amaris, his new Raevan-sitter. They both have some adjusting to do.
Amaris' and Gage's first meeting can be found here.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 12:42 am
Report #14 - Page 1 of 1
Julian and Gage attend the Summer Festival in which Julian makes a spectacle of himself, and Gage wishes he had the ability to.
The Summer Festival can be found here.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 12:43 am
Report #15 - Page 1 of 1
Julian and Gage meet some interesting characters, one of which is yet another Raevan.
Their meeting at Deadwood Park can be found here [INCOMPLETE].
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 12:45 am
Report #16 - Page 1 of 1
Julian and Shuura discuss contracts and other items of interest.
Gage continues to be overly awkward towards Vyn.
The fateful interaction can be found here [INCOMPLETE].
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 12:47 am
Report #17 - Page 1 of 1
Julian takes Dr. Kyou's place concerning a Raevan pick-up.
Gage is somewhat involved.
Everything that occurred can be found here.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 4:53 pm
Julian Sweet was not the student everyone assumed him to be a good ninety percent of any given day in which he attended a class. Naturally, each and every report card read as a list of classes accompanied by a neat column of ‘A’s with little plus signs attached. However, the fact remained that the young scientist was not a fan of any of his professors. When he did not find their teaching methods lacking, he found their souls devoid of passion; even the most experienced and worldly of teachers appeared to be drained by the endless monotony of trying to force some knowledge into often ambitionless students. Julian and his peers were at an age where they were far from being children, but many had yet to truly taste adulthood. It was something of a rare occurrence for an individual in his or her early twenties to be the owner of a very much occupied apartment complex.
Dr. Edwards claimed to be one of the foremost in his field as he droned on for hours at a time, though to Julian’s recollection he had not yet cured cancer nor invented a single being. Almost wistfully, the far younger man spent the course with his chin propped up on his palm, staring out the window. A group of undergrads were on the field, flinging back and forth a single slim, orange Frisbee. Their joy at such a common act was comical enough to force a ghost of a smile to tug at the corner of the student’s mouth. His fingers tapped a light staccato as he kept his eyes on the flying, hovering, swerving disk.
“And that’s it for today. Read pages…”
He jotted down the numbers into his schedule book, using a pen with red ink to indicate that he had already completed the work on his own but should revisit the material just in case. Everything collected into his messenger bag, Julian began down through the rows and to the door. The hustle and bustle of student life was undermined by the fact the fire alarm went off in the hall nearly as soon as he reached it—some fire breathing student had apparently set it off for the third time that week. Hopefully, the moron would be expelled.
The drive home was one filled with introspection. A long time had passed since Julian had last set out a project, injected a poison, or even visited the lab. The old need to conquer all was fading, and it was not due to a newfound contentment so much as some of that fire had died. What he needed was another experiment. Another manner of functioning that would not feel nearly as droll as what his life had become.
Idly looking out of his car’s windshield, he could not help but come to the conclusion that maybe he was the boring, stuffy, long-winded individual everyone believed him to be.
In the end—conclusively—perhaps. Just perhaps. Shuura was right.
The door to Julian’s apartment opened with a sharp and eager bang; the owner had kicked it with a boot after jabbing his key into the lock.
“Gage.”
Green skin paling to a vibrant mint, Gage eyed his guardian. “Yes?”
“We’re going on a road trip.”
To Be Continued in Part 2
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 10:05 am
Strong fingers gripped at the edge of the car hood, terribly caucasian skin seeming far paler against the thick black of the car’s paintjob. Bracing one foot against the front bumper, the man forced the metal upwards, immediately regretting the action as clouds of angry, gray smoke rose up and surrounded him for a few burning seconds. Hissing between his teeth, Julian hastily backed away from the clearly overheating engine, raising a hand to cover his eyes which had begun to sting mere seconds before. Letting loose a few hacking coughs, he leaned against the side of the vehicle, wiping at any ridiculous tears that came against his will from the violent assault against his senses. A slow, swiping look from side to side certified that he was still in the middle of nowhere—trapped on an impossibly long stretch of road with acres upon acres of grass to either side. That was what he deserved for taking the scenic route.
“Julian,” a muffled voice called from within the car.
“I don’t think we’ll be getting anywhere for a while,” Julian snapped as he removed his blazer, draping the hunter green material over the top of the car. Rubbing the back of his hand against his chin, he could feel the need to shave, but they wouldn’t be settling down until they ended at their destination, which was still some many miles off.
With a loud click, Julian heard the passenger side door opening.
Gage poked his head out above the top of the car, eyes filled with trepidation and worry. Julian refused to look into them for long. While there had never been an official adoption recorded or even brought up, more and more—against the very fiber of his morals—he was beginning to think of the frei as his son. Men like him did not deserve family; it left him in an awkward position.
He looped a finger into the keyring lying limply in his pants pocket, moving around to the back of the car where he unlocked and popped open the trunk. Gage came around the other side, hovering by his owner’s shoulder. Julian nudged him away quickly enough, hands shifting inside of the car so that they could push aside one of the two duffle bags and pick up one of the unopened water bottles that rolled freely along the carpeted trunk ninety-nine percent of the time.
Out of the corner of his eye, Julian spied Gage ringing his hands. His words were preceded by a sigh, “There are a few daisies wrapped up in the backseat. Perhaps you should eat while I figure this out.”
“I am not hungry. I want to know where we are going,” Gage replied immediately, and Julian could just imagine his lips twisting into a scowl behind that mask.
“Why does it matter so much to you? Can you honestly say you miss home?”
“You are cold, Julian,” the radioactive frei surmised.
“Really? I don’t agree.”
“We both know that.”
The man’s expression morphed into a grim sort of smirk. He leaned in, setting a paternal hand on the raevan’s shoulder. “Go back to sleep, Gage. We still won’t be there when you wake up. You’ll have missed nothing.”
Eventually, Julian knew, they would be at his childhood home and visiting his parents’ grave. But he would save the history lesson for a time when they were not crossing the dangerous line between Lost and in The Middle of Nowhere.
“Why not call the doctor? River?”
“You think you can trust people, Gage. It’s an admirable trait,” Julian simpered, twisting off the white cap of the bottle. He tilted his head back until he was looking up at an endless blue sky, and then his lips met the rim, and he had downed half the container before he righted his posture. It was unlike him to ignore the little trails of water that escaped via the corners of his mouth. Snatching another bottle, he strode back towards the hood, waving away the smaller billows of smoke still spilling forth. Once again, the frei followed.
Julian became a scientist again, right there, his mannerisms becoming more rigid. “Think of this engine as you or I in a state of disrepair. We’re completely unhappy. Lost. Driven past the point we could properly function. Other people think they can help us. Like a mechanic, they’ll stare. Tinker. Charge us exuberant amounts for even a little change.”
Julian nearly became a parent for the very first time. “Often… we can help ourselves.”
He upturned the opened bottle, standing back as the water splashed over the twists and curves of the engine—rushing, rising steam took the place of the smoke.
The second bottle, he punctured with a finger, the digit gliding through the plastic as though it were water itself.
“But what if your friend is a mechanic, Julian?”
“He’ll charge you less.”
To be continued in part 3
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