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 Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 6:07 pm
Dawn was working in the kitchen again, making some P-B and J sandwiches for a snack, keeping to herself quietly as Grey rubbed his head against legs. Once Dawn was finished, she took a sandwich up with her to her bedroom with Grey trailing off behind her, at her heels. She flicked the light on, and closed the door behind both of them. She made sure the window was open and the drapes pulled back before sitting on the bed, against the wall and bit down on the sandwich and pulled out one of her fantasy novels. Ironically it had to do with past lives, and death. The main character was a wayward soul trying to find his place in the world, while his companion was a living girl, who was captured by the evil soul eater known as Ghost. In the end, the girl died, and the boy, who had fallen in love with her, killed Ghost, and then found out that his beloved was re-incarnated into a butterfly. It was a cute story which she had read only once, and that she had had for many years now. Dawn was re-starting the book, reading through all the familiar words as Grey snuggled up to her, sitting in her lap as she read a loud. Soon she fell into a dream, a dream that seemed unusual, and was pretty much based off of the book that was now laying on the floor, closed.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 6:31 pm
Atticus had washed his hair at least five times by this point but he was sure that it was clean now. It took only a few seconds to dry off before he changed into his old clothes, tempted to not wear the shirt since it was ripped up anyways. He walked across to the door and entered the hallway. He had no idea where she would be so he looked around for a while. When he could not find her he went to where he thought her room was a knocked gently. He didn't know if that woul wake her if she was asleep but he was hoping she hadn't fallen asleep.
"Dawn," he said. "Do you want me to find a place where we could pick up dinner instead of having you cook?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 6:45 pm
Dawn yawned, hearing her name. She sat up rubbing her eyes, finally noticing that she had fallen asleep, against her plans to read her book. After waiting a minute or two she stood up and walked over to the door. Grey had also woken up and followed Dawn to the door. She opened it up just a bit to see Atticus standing there. She yawned again, covering her mouth though, then rubbing her eyes of sleep. "Whatever you want." she said her voice laced with tiredness. Grey looked up at Atticus and growled deeply in his throat but made no move to attack him. Opening the door farther, she exited the room, closing it behind her, locking Grey in her room. He wouldn't mind, but she didn't want to take the chance of having him hurt Atticus any more then he was already. "Take out sounds fine, so how about you go pick up something and I'll fix those clothes of yours....then tomorrow we can go shopping." she gave him a light hearted smile as she made her way down the stairs, tripping over her feet and tumbling to the main floor. "Owie..." she mumbled rubbing her head and sitting up. She looked up at Atticus and smiled, her cheeks turning a bright rosy red "O-oops..." she made her hand move to her head and try and act like she meant to do it, but it didn't work out that way. Quickly turning around and looking at the ground she muttered something under her breath. 'I'm such a klutz...' Standing up, her legs slightly shaking she turned around and smiled again, before walking to the kitchen, only to trip over her feet again and land in the kitchen. It wasn't the kind of way she would think to enter a kitchen, and in front of a guest. Her cheeks turned a darker red this time and she spoke, embarrassment dripping from her voice. "I'm okay!" This time, Dawn pulled herself up using the counter top and made sure to stay close to it again. Right now it felt as though something was trying to make her trip, but she knew it was of her own stupid and awful coordination. Usually that wasn't the problem, but maybe she was over stressing again. Looking at the sandwiches on the table top, she pulled out the plastic wrap, and wrapped them up, placing them carefully into the fridge. By this time her cheeks had become less rosy and she had calmed down. "Okay!" she said to herself, "Time to get to work!"
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 7:25 pm
Atticus had jumped back slightly when the cat had growled at him. It was still mad at him but it could have been due to the clothing that he was wearing. He was still eying the door that the cat was behind when he heard Dawn fall down the stairs. He looked just in time to see her stand up. He would pick something up at he moment. He descended the stairs and when he heard her fall in the kitchen he shook his head slightly.
Daria had been a klutz and Dawn was beginning to remind him of her. It brought back a few painful memories but in general just made him smile. He left them and went out onto the streets to find out where he could get some good food. The market cold be open still but he wasn't sure. He paused slightly before reaching into his pocket and discovering a slip of paper. It was from one of the elders stating that he had a certain amount of cash on him to help pay for any damage he might cause in the girl's home. He laughed slightly but then froze when he saw that the cat wasn't a normal cat but had a higher awareness of things from the spirit realm, this translated into no escape from judgement by that cat, unless he got a dog of course, which would be no problem for him since there were certain breeds of dogs that preferred to be by him than any other person. The terriers and the pointers were a few because they were meant to catch and, or, sniff out prey.
It took him at least fifteen minutes to find the market and when he did he got an assortment of food that he thought she might like. He did get some Romanian food that he'd missed from when he was a child but he knew it wouldn't be as authentic. He started his way back at that point, keeping a wary eye around him because of the dangers he might face.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 7:49 pm
Dawn was sitting down at the table, fixing up the clothes, stitching and weaving the thread through the shirt to make the torn pieces of cloth look like brand new. She smiled at the patch work, and then took the clothes over to the washer and dryer. She thought it might be a nice idea if it was clean for him when he got back. She looked at the washing tag, not making much sense of it, since it was in another language. Sighing she just placed it on the rack and would wait for Atticus to get back before asking about the instructions. She didn't want to ruin it anyways.
Dawn was sitting in a chair just thinking when she heard scratching coming from the door. "Oh! I'm sorry Grey." she said, running up to the bedroom and opening the door. Grey looked at her and meowed, before padding down the stairs to the water dish in the kitchen. Dawn noticed her book on the floor and picked it up. She decided to read while she waited for Atticus to get back. Firstly, she placed the book on the table, and went to get out three plates when she realized that there was only two of them now. Putting the third plate back she tried humming a happy tune, while she placed the two plates on the table and picked up the book. She moved to the second chapter, where she had left off. [[I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to bring in another character now...]] Unknown"What are you doing here?" Challenged an unfamiliar voice from the roof tops of a nearby building. The figure then appeared in front of Atticus, pulling on his leather black gloves. "Don't you have a job to do?" He pulled his gloves on tighter, and his aqua blue eyes shot him a cold look.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 8:26 pm
Atticus had stopped in his tracks. His senses were high wirer at the moment and he looked up at the person. He didn't speak but just held up the bags as if to say, this is the what I'm doing and this is my job. He shook his head slightly then and dropped his arms.
"And tell me," he said. "Do you have a job to do or do you just hunt down people to ask if they have anything to do? To let you know though I'm just here to find a new home. Turkey isn't doing very well at the moment economy wise so I guess you'll just have to deal with me being here."
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 8:33 pm
"Don't treat me like I don't know who you are." His eyes narrowed, "Reaper." He looked at the bags and cocked an eyebrow. "So has your kind stooped to the lows of work for the living now? Have they made pet's out of you?" This guy was a quick one, knowing that the bags he carried were more then just for one person. "He stood just as tall as Atticus and looked him dead in the eye. "Get out. I want you to tell you're superiors or whoever is above your rank, that you are not welcomed in Paris, nor any place in France for that matter." he stood there in his defiant position. "-and as far as I care about you're lies." he turned around his back facing him. "Reapers have no homes here and never will, in the world of the living." He spoke over his shoulder, his cold expression unwavering. "You've got three days." With that the nameless figure walked down the streets, and disappearing into the shadows before Atticus could say a word.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 8:51 pm
Atticus could feel a shiver run down his spine and an image of Daria flashed before his eyes. He felt her presence and he spun around to look for her. The man had already gone and he wanted to slash his scythe right through him. No homes? He never had a home in the first place. Romania? Nay! That was just a place where he was constantly on the run from officials. The mountains that were his residence were not his home, it was Daria that could bring him home.
He was livid now, feeling anger and jealousy racing through his veins. He wanted a home so badly that he would have blasted that guy to bits so he'd go to prison. He wasn't a pet, he was just curtious, he'd offered to take this back to her so she wouldn't have to cook and here this guy was thinking he owned the world.
He wasn't the only reaper here at the moment. He glanced to his right for a moment and then to his left. There were at least five in the next three mile radious and he could sense every single one of them, some even what they were thinking, but that was rare. He continued walking them, feeling the cuffs on his wrists dig into his skin, creating a stream of blood drip down his fingers.
"Fine I'll try to bloody stay," he yelled. "If that's really what you want then I'll jest get meself killed!" A few people had gave him strange looks like he was a lunatic before turning and walking. When he got to the bakery again he just entered without knocking and put the bags down on the table. He no longer intended on eating and instead went straight up to the bathroom. He didn't even care if Dawn had seen him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 8:59 pm
Dawn looked up at Atticus, "Welcome b-... oh..." she noticed that he was in a bitter mood and tried to cheer him up. "T-thanks-" but before she could get any farther then that he had been off to the washroom and Dawn just stood outside of the door. She tapped it lightly, "Is everything alright?" she asked in a very honest voice. She was genially concerned for him. She tapped the door again, "Atticus?" She pulled her hand away from the door and sighed. It seemed that she was unlikely to get any answer, or even a sign that he was in the room. Dawn leaned up against the wall beside the door and signed, it looked, or rather seemed like she would be eating alone tonight. Pushing away from the wall she started down the stairs, where Grey had passed her going up. He started scratching at the bathroom door, trying to get in. Dawn looked over at him. "Come on Grey, I think he wants to be alone right now, how about we just leave him be?" she didn't like the word 'alone', because that's how she always felt when something negative happened and that's when she learned that she'd have to live with it and smile.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 9:12 pm
He could see his scythe now and it was dragging him down so much that it was begging to hurt. He started down the stairs after a while, walking slowly to accommodate the weapons and hoping to god she didn't see him. He started his way towards the kitchen but didn't enter. His hair was in his face for the most part and his face could not be seen. "I need some antiseptic," he said. "Just a small problem."
It wasn't really a small problem. His arms were behind him holding the weapon, bleeding now as it gently scraped again his skin. He was making it worse by holding it behind him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 9:21 pm
Dawn was at the table now, she got up and walked over to Atticus, at first not seeing the blood from his wrists. "Sure..." she said going over to a cabinet and pulling out some medicine. She handed it to Atticus, at that point she saw it, the blood. Her eyes widened and her hands trembled, placing the medicine in his hands and stumbling backwards, holding her head with both hands and shaking it. "No...no...no...no...." she kept saying to herself, bumping up against the fridge door and sliding to the ground. "No...no...no...no..." she kept shaking her head, repeating the same thing over and over again, eyes tightly squeezed together. Blood. That was the last thing she wanted to see. It brought back the terrors of the night before which she still hadn't gotten over yet. She kept seeing it, over and over again, the blood, all the blood flowing freely from the shot in her father's head. "Please...no...no...no...no..." she pulled her legs closer together and wrapped her arms around them, placing her head on top of them as well, muttering the same word over and over again. She couldn't help it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 10:14 pm
"I didn't do anything to myself," he said. "I'm not going to die it's just a flesh wound." He couldn't really die anyways since he was technically already dead. It was just to make him appear more human than he actually was. He shook his head slightly when he realized it probably wasn't about him. "I'll be back," he said.
He turned slightly, giving her a chance he did not want to give to see the scythe that was attached to him. He was quite literally bound to this instrument of death and he would gladly get rid of it if he could but that would mean his most certain doom. It was hell he feared above anything else, the punishment so severe that not even a reaper dared to take a soul there. It was for the most evil of evils and he was bound for there if he ever made a single mistake. His wrists hurt and he growled slightly as it tightened upon is wrists. He was in danger some how and the people in the ranks above him were beyond angry at this point that he would believe a stranger that had never met him before.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 5:48 am
After a few minutes, Dawn had calmed down. Grey was rubbing his head against her, meowing encouragement to her. Dawn slowly moved her had to pet him, which he then rubbed his head against her hand. Dawn smiled. Standing up and moving towards the dinning room, she picked up the bags and put them on the table. Looking through the food that was there, Dawn opened a few boxes and containers which contained; rice, meat, vegetables and a fortune cookie. Quietly, she started eating the meal and then picked up the fortune cookie last. Pulling it out of the package, she cracked the cookie part in half, the fortune falling out onto the table. Dawn picked up up, while eating one of the halves. The fortune read...'You shall gain a new look on life...' Dawn shrugged, just a bunch of words on a piece of paper made to make the reader feel better, most of the time. This time it seemed it could go either way. Shrugging, she took the remainders of the food, and the fortune, and scrapped it into the food disposal. She placed the fortune in her pocket and went to go watch some television after placing the dishes in the washer, while putting the rest of the food in the fridge. Dawn slumped down onto the couch and turned it on with the clicker. There was nothing really going on, so she just watched the news for a while. There was a report of an arson case a few years back, and the conviction of the person causing the fires. She also watched a report on the unusual weather, and a heat wave coming in the following weeks. Then, there was some breaking news, something about a report of a murder in the downtown area near the Eiffel Tower. It had seemed that a couple jumped to their death, but further evidence provided that it was in fact, a murder. The prime suspect caught Dawn's attention for some reason. It sounded familiar. '...The main suspect of this case goes by the name of Jerad Richard, a local resident of the area...' They then showed a possible description and an image. Dawn stood up at one almost yelling out. "That's him!" She looked around the house quickly for her spring jacket and her shoes. "I'll be back in a bit!" she yelled to Atticus finishing off with "I put the food in the fridge, and I'll only be gone an hour, if you need to reach me, my cell number it on the fridge door." With that she grabbed a spare house key and left the building.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 10:33 am
Atticus had been paying attention and when he heard her yell he just nodded slightly. This was harder than he thought it would be. The bandages would have to lace around the cuffs, making it look even more strange than it already was. He managed to get this done after a good fifteen minutes of struggling. He descended the stairs then and went straight to the phone. He dialed the phone number of another reaper, Alysia LeReaux. She was his mentor for the most part and had frequently helped him out when he needed it.
"This is Alysia LeReaux may I ask who's speaking," the familiar silken voice said over the phone.
"It's Yefrem Atticus VanGradden, we have an issue in Paris at the moment. I ran into a guy just before I came back to where I'm staying with bright blue eyes. He stands at about the same height as me and got a pretty bad reaction from the elders I think. They made the cuffs a bit tighter on me after I freaked out. The guy said I have three days to leave. Fool thinks he knows where every reaper is..."
He hadn't noticed that there had been a slight gasp on the other side of the phone, apparently she'd met him before but hadn't said anything. She had been told to stay in France though and she'd worked undercover for at least twelve years here, staying in a rather large house at the moment.
"I take it you felt Daria again?"
"Yes, it was like she was there, standing right next to him as he was speaking to me."
"Well you need to make sure that whoever you're staying with his safe and also eat a lot of human food. The more of their food you eat the more you smell like them. It will get the cat off your back."
"How'd you know about the cat?"
"Oh, sorry, you were thinking about it for a while and our connection is stronger than you realize it sometimes. And don't worry the couple that died near the Eiffel tower. That was my job to transport their souls. They're taken care of. I think I've had at least five cups of coffee today to get the smell of the spirit realm off of me. I have a pointer that senses the things and he avoids me whenever I smell like the spirit realm. He wants to see you though, always whining at the door of the room you stay in when you visit."
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 2:35 pm
Dawn had gone to the police station, seeing how she ran out of the building to go talk to the director of the investigation unit. She doubted that she would be able to contact him, seeing now that he had two murder cases on his hands. It didn't take her long to get there, and she soon found herself in a long, vivid discussion about the murder, and how he might have played a part in both cases. She then asked him if he would be able to do a background check on him as well as the couple who had died and her own father. They might just find a conection there. The police officer nodded in agreement, thinking the same thing as Dawn. After little over an hour of talking over a up of coffee, Dawn said her goodbyes and was on her way home. She thought that the new information wasn't anything special but she wouldn't know that for sure, until it was done and dealt with. It was darker out now, which meant that Dawn had spent more time than she had wanted to at the police station. The street lights had just come on, and Dawn kept to the brightly lit streets. She had a sort of sinking feeling, almost as if she was being watched, which was why she did her best to try and become unnoticed, and keeping a low profile.
Paris, at this time of night was especially dangerous because of the long lenghts of crime that ran like rivers through the streets. She would make it home as quickly as possible as to not get caught up in anyhting.
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