|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 2:55 pm
Reed de Févin "You were my everything.""Looney..." Reed ran a hand down his face. That sure was an appropriate word. "You don't watch anything else? No E! Entertainment? Spike? What about Discovery? Or even Nat Geo?" He leaned in, a serious look on his face. "Do you know what YouTube is?""Your music will live on."
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 3:01 pm
☸ Alan Brandt ☸ "The science of it all is simple." He shook his head. "Not really. I spend most of my time working. If I catch something on television, it's usually a program about physics, and that's it." He blinked at Reed's next question, confused. "YouTube? Of course I know what that is. I'm not a hermit!" He wouldn't say that he himself had never been on it. "The numbers never lie."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 11:36 pm
Mayah Playah Give Alan the call since he's the son and all. Reed de Févin"You were my everything.""For some reason, that depresses me." Reed sniffed when he heard the sad tale of Alan's social life. At least hermits knew about TV and the Internet! "Tell me, who's your favorite YouTuber then?" he asked with a smug grin."Your music will live on."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 11:47 pm
☸ Alan Brandt ☸ "The science of it all is simple." Before Alan could answer with an embarrassingly terrible excuse, his phone rang. He excused himself and stood to answer it, walking a couple steps away. "Hello? Yes, this is Dr. Brandt, how can I- my father? What? When?" His tone became frantic. "What happened? I'll be right there." He hung up and put the phone away, scurrying over to where his bag was to grab his coat. "I have to go to the hospital," he said, digging into his bag to locate his wallet. "My father's been shot." He couldn't find the leather wallet, unaware that it was in his coat pocket, and could feel the frightened tears welling up. Deciding to give up, he rushed to the door, then turned to Reed, sniffling. "Y-you drove me here. My car's back at the school!" "The numbers never lie."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 12:24 am
Reed de Févin"You were my everything."All the playfulness on the musician's face vanished instantly when he heard Alan's voice change on the phone. Something was wrong, something was very wrong. His suspicions were confirmed once the scientist informed him about his dad. He quickly stood up, already getting his car keys before he could be asked about them. "Just tell me which hospital it is." he said."Your music will live on."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 12:38 am
☸ Alan Brandt ☸ "The science of it all is simple." "United Methodist," he managed to say, opening the door and starting out. They had to get to the hospital as soon as possible, and although Alan didn't want this to be the way that Reed med his father, he knew he didn't have a choice. He had to get there as soon as possible. "The numbers never lie."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 7:49 pm
☸ Alan Brandt ☸ "The science of it all is simple." Alan finally stopped the car in front of the apartment, sitting still and staring forward. He hadn't spoken the entire car ride, but was now about to burst at the seams from all his questions. "What the hell was that?" he asked, voice hoarse and quiet. He slowly turned to look at Reed, confused and frightened eyes looking at him. "What was all that? Tell me the truth, Reed!" "The numbers never lie."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 8:02 pm
Reed de Févin"You were my everything."Reed, however, looked completely fine. If anything, he looked different from normal. His hair was unkempt from the air of the open window, and his shirt was ruffled to expose some of his strong pecs. That combined with the relaxed, careless expression on his tattooed face made him far cooler than his usual side.
"That was a Raven Mocker." he answered and looked over to Alan, smirking lightly. "And a persistent one. I doubt that's the last we saw of him. Let's get to my apartment so I can explain it all to you." he said and got out of the car, moving forward without waiting for Alan."Your music will live on."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 8:14 pm
☸ Alan Brandt ☸ "The science of it all is simple." He nodded, scrambling to her out of the car. Once out, he paused, setting his cold hands on his hot cheeks in an attempt to cool them down. Damn, Reed was cool! He hadn't been expecting to be so aroused by the musician after such a display, but he couldn't help it. He was just so... so sexy.
Alan ran over to walk behind Reed, only speaking again once they were safe inside the apartment and he was shutting the door behind them. "Okay, we're inside your apartment. Now tell me what all that was about. What did he mean by 'hunt' and 'target'? What's going on? Why did he want to kill you? Why-" "The numbers never lie."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 8:40 pm
Reed de Févin"You were my everything."Alan was interrupted by a swift kiss.
As the door clacked with its closing, Reed lowered his hand from his cheek and smiled down at him. "Good. Now that you're quiet, why don't you take a seat." He grabbed Alan's hand and moved to the couch, sitting down with him. "I told you earlier that I wasn't just a band director - 'Course, I didn't think I would be telling you so soon. Anyway, I'm a bounty hunter." He stopped to give the scientist time to absorb the new information."Your music will live on."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 10:25 pm
☸ Alan Brandt ☸ "The science of it all is simple." He hadn't really expected to be silenced by a kiss, but honestly, the scientist didn't really mind. Once seated, he looked down at their joined hands and listened, initially trying to hide his blush, but now hiding his genuine shock. It took a minute or two, but he soon looked up and leaned back a little. "What?" He shook his head. "A bounty hunter? No way, those don't exist anymore, do they? What do you hunt? Runaway parolees?" "The numbers never lie."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 10:35 pm
Reed de Févin"You were my everything.""I hunt the paranormal." Reed shrugged earnestly. "Zombies, werewolves, mythological beast. People are obsessed with things they don't understand, some love them, some hate them. I don't know, I just deliver the gifts they want. If you don't believe me, well, you just saw a target go for me.""Your music will live on."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 10:37 pm
☸ Alan Brandt ☸ "The science of it all is simple." "I thought I was hallucinating," breathed Alan, taking his hand from Reed and dropping his head into his hands. "This can't be real, this can't be real. Why didn't you tell me sooner? Did you intentionally put me in danger? What the hell was that thing? Reed, why didn't you tell me?" He looked back up, expression hard and serious now. "The numbers never lie."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 10:46 pm
Reed de Févin"You were my everything.""Would you have believed me?" Reed replied, returning Alan's look with a carefree one. "You heard yourself, you wouldn't have if that Raven Mocker hadn't attacked. Plus, were times I forgot. Anyway, I was planning on telling you, just when we had more free time for that. And relax. You're not in danger. There aren't many creatures after me, and those that are aren't worth much time. I can take them out easily." he said as he continued to nonchalantly ruffle his white hair. He didn't give his goofy smile or tease the scientist too hard. Like this, like a hunter, he didn't seem to be worried or troubled about anything. He was relaxed yet held himself in a mysterious way. It was like he could fall asleep at any minute, but still be able to ruthlessly send a bullet flying in someone - or something's - head. "Your music will live on."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 10:51 pm
☸ Alan Brandt ☸ "The science of it all is simple." "Take them out? You say that like you're an assassin." Alan stood to straighten his rumpled clothes, running a hand through his mussed hair and trying to make sense of it all. He paced back and forth in front of the couch, his mouth shut but his brain going a million miles a minute. After about five minutes of silent pacing, he finally flopped back onto the couch, setting his hand on his forehead, closing his eyes, and tilting his head back. "A bounty hunter. Fantastic. I'm dating Boba Fett!" He didn't bother to worry about being teased for the dorky Star Wars reference. He was too busy worrying about whether or not he had to face a real-life Jabba the Hutt! "The numbers never lie."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
