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 Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 12:38 am
wahmbulance
Cody(Giga) (12/23/2010 3:20:56 AM): Driving down the road into town, drawing attention to himself in his broken and hagered truck, dented in the bed walls in meny places, and severly enough anyone could tell it had gone through uses not meant for a typical pick-up, Slade, tall, darkenned by both the sun and years of experience, and toned by the same, kept his mint green eyes straight ahead, his typically far gazing experssion tired and long. His vehical naterally told more than his face, beatened and worn in ways even 'heavy users' didn't incure, with large holes here and there-- Too big to be bullet holes, but too small to be caused by something big. Heavy bolts, now missing. Pulling upto the local mechnic, the only one close enough to be 'safe', he killed teh engine, and paused, eyes closing and head falling on the top-
Cody(Giga) (12/23/2010 3:21:16 AM): of the wheel. This was going to be a long day, that much he was surte of
Chy (12/23/2010 4:00:19 AM): Cross glanced up at the noise of a customer, placing the wrench he had in his hand down on his toolbox. His belt clanked as he slid his hands to his knee's and shoved himselves to his feet. As he straightened his ashy blond hair fell over his emerald green eyes. He watched the truck roll into his parkling lot, noting it's condition. He rubbed his long, scarred fingers on his jeans, wiping off the spots of grease. He took a few strides towards the truck, and knocked on the window with one hand, sticking a cigerette between his lips with the other. He waited for the stranger to glance up, his eyes settling on the man inside the cab. Lighting his cig, he took a long drag, blowing the smoke into an upwards curl as he waited.
Cody(Giga) (12/23/2010 4:07:33 AM): It took a minute before Slade straightened up, trying to think of what to say. What could he say, he wasn't sure he could lie right now, with how tired he was, any bluff would be seen through, for sure. He even had to make sure his choker necklace was one, masking his apperence as a human male of similer apperence, his dusted strawbarry hair slightly less colorful, more muted than it's nateral color. Rolling down the window, which inturn lost a few large pieces from the top, yet more damage to be repaired, his wary gray-green eyes looked to the mechanic's, ready for some kind of comment. "Afternoon." His voice carried, dreay, a rarity for the star gazing wonderer.
Chy (12/23/2010 4:14:21 AM): Cross took another drag from his cigerette, watching the male for a moment before answering. "Good day. In need of repair?" He asked calmy, his accent drifting through his words. He tapped on the door, listening to the ring of the metal. (random thing; EEEEE FRUITSBASKETISSOCUTE. ) He watched the man, and his tired eyes. He silently contemplated the reason behind the dark circles that shadowed his eyes. He shifted on his heels, taking a better look at the truck and wincing internally.
Cody(Giga) (12/23/2010 4:55:06 AM): Barely taking notice of the wince, even tired his training picking up, the thought of such faded into the back of the man's mind, before slowly closign his eyes and nodding in the same manner. "Mhmm.....We're going to need.....Eh...What'cha got back there?" Slade asked gruffly, opening his eyes again and giving a crooked expression, unrefinded and blunt in it's own. "Need a body job, obviously, windows, cracked to hell, small cracks, need the suspencions going to need looking at.....took this....off-roading." Not a lie, but far from the whole truth. Rubbing his face, hand waving infront of his face, not use to having a 'normal' face, he tired to push the tiredness out of eyes, to seem less suspect, especially in a random town he had little knowledge of.
Chy (12/23/2010 4:59:54 AM): Cross nodded, looking over his shoulder at his shop. He gestured with his hand an open pit, looked back at the man in the truck and nodded towards it. He leg his cig hang losesly between his lips, turning his gaze to the body of metal. He scrunched his eyes, calculating what he could visibly see that needed work. He extended his hand, half to the truck and half holding it back. "Cross." He said simply. His barbed wire bracelets shone lightly in the sun, a dark accent to his harsh tan and calloused hands. His scars were pale, without much color, and they nearly pulshed with the blood rushing beneath them. He watched the other man carefully, a feeling in his gut stirring.
Cody(Giga) (12/24/2010 2:36:51 AM): Nodding warily, and taking the man's hand, Slade shook it with a heavy, but untightened grib, hands pulsing with heat, weakly, like a lazly flow of water. "Slade." He offered back, straightening back up in the driver's seat. "Where do you want me to park it?" He asked, taking everything one step at a time. Couldn't fix this scrap heap up in the middle of the lot and all.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 12:46 am
Chy (12/24/2010 2:47:52 AM): Cross nodded to the spot he had motioned to before, taking a few steps in its directoin. He kicked an empty bucket out of the way, taking a long drag, walking through the puff of smoke he exhaled. His eyes slid to the photo's he had pinned on the wall of his station, and for a moment contemplated taking them down. the next thought was no point, the stranger might not even comment for all he was aware. He shrugged ever so lightly, stomping out his lite with his heel. He blew out more smoke, turning to wait on the man
Cody(Giga) (12/24/2010 3:00:36 AM): Nodding deep, the man restarted the truck and dragged it by it's gears over to the pit, bringing it in slow before killing the engin and popping the door open. Not the most graceful move, Slade nearly met face to ground, trying to get out, his foot catching and knocking him off balance, just enough to casue him to stumble, in his state. Moving aside teh battered truck, hecame to where Cross stood, just barely ready to talk. "I'm going to need the most durible metal you can get for the body, 'kind 'won't buckle if it takes a hit, you know?......Any glass'll do, and like I said...need a full check up." His words were clear and consisce, even for his tired state, a level of formality and refinement in his words, though not of 'arostocicy'. "How long do you think this will take?" He tacked on.
Chy (12/24/2010 3:12:14 AM): Cross watched the man with level eyes, He waited a moment, "Depends on t'order." He reached around and grabbed his clip board from the shelf it was sitting on, flipping through the first few pages of the stack. He looked up at the clock, setting the clip board down after another look over. "We're getting another shipment of steel coming in. If it ain' strong to your likin' it can be reinforced." He tapped the hood, "Care to pop her open?" He walked around the truck once, sucking his teeth once at the damage.
Cody(Giga) (12/24/2010 3:21:13 AM): With a kick of his heel on the front of the truck, Slade stared at Cross with with dead tired eyes, the hood flying open with such force one would think it'd smash the windshield up even more. The fact the vehical was still together at all, with such 'little' damage, atested to the origonal creator's workmanship, the whole mess reminiscent of a Ford, with changes, differences, all custom made. "As reinforecd as you can get it, main thing really is just to get it to a paoin where I don't need to worry the whole underside is going to come off on the middle of he road." The fact Slade was taking the truck to a mechanic, at all, showed how bad things were, being one of the others, his friends would have normally dealt with this. But desperate times, called for risky measures, even possibly-
Cody(Giga) (12/24/2010 3:21:12 AM): revealing what caused teh damage
Chy (12/24/2010 3:29:03 AM): Cross smirked ever so lightly, walking up and examining the enginge. Hs fingers fluttered over the pieces, carefully measuring the damage. He sighed, pushing the hair back from his eyes. Tapping his slender fingers against the inside of the hood he did a few calculations in his head. (cat laying on boobs, gah) He straightened, dusting off his hands. "I can get it taken 'part today. 'Less this is important it'll be a two to seven day process. "
Leaning agaisnt the side of the engine cab, Slade crossed his solid arms and nodded, looking down at the ground with a distaint look. Two to seven days was going to be trouble, if Giga and Blaze couldn't get one of the other vehicals running, especially since this was their only supply transport. Everything else was either too light and wouldn't carry much, or was far too conspicuous to ever be driven in public. At least outside a war zone. After a long pause, and a heave of his broad chest, he gave a nod and spoke outloud, eyes closed, tired and starting to fade. "Fix it up the best you can, need this for transporting supplies, dependon it, bit too much mabey. Need it done as fast as you can, but need it at it's peak more....Know where I could get a vehicle, something to get me home...Or-
Cody(Giga): a place to sleep, mabey eat?" He asked, not even thinking to bring up money. His wallet was lined with 50k credit and hidden hundered doller bills, he could ask for a brand new sports car, and be able to pay for it. He was more concerned about getting home, being out in the open made him vulnerible, more than he liked. Especially now.
Chy: Cross nodded, chewing over the work load in front of him. He stretched, letting his muscles groan from the hours he's put in as of late. It was already late, 'round 9 or so. The supply truck was making an all nighter anyway, and had hours to go still. He looked up at the dimming sky, then back at the man. "I got somethin' you could take out in the mornin. " He walked over to his tookbox, fishing out a ring of keys. "Gotta take a look at it when theres more light out. Not sure if the gas tankw as punctured last time she was taken out. If yor willin' stranger, I got an open couch at home." He turned back to look at the man, lighting another cig he pulled from his toolbox. "Don't normally invit anyone in, but you look like someone spit ya back up." He watched Slade through the ring of smoke.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 12:57 am
Slade's head bobbed up as Cross' voice rang out, opening his eyes to watch him, listening carefully, since his mind was so tired. As it was, he could mishear very easily tehn, even for his ears. It took him a second to consider the offer-- It definatly wasn't the safest move, to be sure, but the feel he gathered from this man made him at least consider it. It wasn't as though he harobred ill-will towrods him, he knew that much, so it couldn't be all that dangerous. If worse came to worse, he'd be able to defend himself, even half asleep. ".....Sure, kind of you to offer, and the name's Slade." He said, pushing off the truck and offering his hand, hard and ragged. Definately not one lazy or laxed over these years. "Just need to have something to get home with in the morning, have people I-
Cody(Giga): need to check in with." He allowed, careful not to give away too much, though such was not hard. Again, this guy wasn't after him or anything
Chy: Cross took a long drag from his cig, watching the sky for a moment. He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking back at Slade. "Gotta close up shop first. " He stepped around the tired man, brushing past him like a ghost. His movements now were silent, swift and fluid. He grabbed the main handle to the pit's and slowly closed them at once with the main hatch. He then walked silently down the row, flipping each lock over with the toe of his boot. He walked back to Slade, gesturing for him to follow back inside the shop. He paused, looking back at him. "Got anything in the truck your bringing?" He waited, his hand hovering over the light switch.
Stepping aside as Cross moved to pass, Slade paid little attention to the lack of noise or presence the man made, barely aware of the own he made. Turning back to look at the trcuk, he waved a hand in dismisle. 'Nawh, It's empty, 'cept a map, that's about it. Don't think I'll need that, unless your out of toilet paper." He said passingly, passing Cross into the shop, a faint limp on his left side at the knee, rubbing his face again, trying to stay awake. Another long day, another short night
Chy: Cross silently followed Slade, flicking the lights out and locking the door. He grabbed his personal key ring and jacket from behind the counter and set the alarm. He strode to the front door, locking it and moving to the back of the shop, a hand on the door knob. "Gonna make it outside?" He asked, weary of how tired the stranger was. Wasn't to fond of the idea of carrying a grown man to his truck and to bed. He opened the door, stepping out into the night air. The wind chilled him to the bone, making his heart squeeze. This kind of pain normally choked Cross internally.. But years have taught him to quell it and hide it from view. His eyes rested back on Slade, now clouded and mirky . They didn't stay there for long, as he clicked the lock on the door and held it open with a decent sized
Chy: rock on the ground, then walking to his truck and getting in.
Giving a slight shiver, barely noticible, at the cool air on his hot skin, Slade sighed calmly and watched the world pass by, smriking slightly at the statement. "I wish is was earlier-- Two grown adults going on like little kids in the back, and the one actual kid trying to get them to behave." Remembering the trip to the safehouse, Slade rolled his eyes up to the roof. "'enough to give anyone a headache, or make 'em jsut want to dump their asses on the side of the road.....Still, good friends, kept me going these last few months....Last couple years..." Letting his mind wander as it did, Slade grew silent, wandering his memories of his friends, and their advantures as of late. Or, misadventures, how things went.
Chy: Cross smirked ever so lightly, wondering what became of his companions. His face fell flat a second after, his gut churning with pain. His hair was whipping around his face, then calmed as he slowed down to make a turn. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel lightly, his eyes fixed ahead, and his mind fighting to keep his own memories at bay. Nights, or feelings like this made Cross sick. He couldn't help the feeling of pain, regret, sorrow, all of that overflow in numbing waves. He tried to shake it, and not speed or go off the road. Forcing his jaw apart, he spoke. "They the reason your truck got beat to s**t?" He kept his voice level, but noted it sounded a little tight. He winced internally, at the lack of control that he should have.
Cody(Giga): Slade nearly missed the small signs that Cross accidently gave, trying to keep himself steady, while his own memories kept his head in the clouds. Nearly, but most passed him, save for the last, though what they meant, were lost on him, simply making him notice something was off, especially with his voice. Something he was good at measuring. "Eeeh....Kinda. just...Things had to get done, got hecktic was all." He answered casually, keepign details to himself, but making it seem like nothing. Even though he gave him no reason not to distrust him, Cross gave the tired and worn man any reason to trust him, with that. "It did what it was supposed to."
Chy: Cross nodded, the last thing Slade said ringing in his ears. It did what it was supposed to.. He sighed softly, his own memories coming back. Yes, I suppose it did. He came back to the present, pulling into another side street and cutting the engine. He coasted into his driveway, throwing it into park and flipping off the lights. His house was a modest one, built from the ground up by hand. His work shed barely stood to the right, it's flourscent security light buzzing in the dark. He slid out, sliding the keys through his fingers. Cross walked up his front steps and unlocked the front door, and reached inside, turning on the front porch light. He left the front door open, kicking off his shoe's and walking in to the kitchen. He left his back to the door as he poured himself a cup of tea.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 1:02 am
Slade took a small passing glance at Cross as tehy came to his house, out the corner of his gray eyes. Something made him sigh, which seemed odd for the genreal person he got off him. Though, as he'd atest, first impressions and outwerd profiles aren't always right. Sliding out of the cab once teh truck stopped, he followed Cross into his home, running his eyes over it once inside. Reminded him of his old place, way back when. "Thanks for letting me stay the night." He offered, cracking his neck as he streached, feeling like it had been ages. He took a moment to speak again, looking right at the mechanic from his side. "....You sure it's okay for me to stay? Or am I causing some kind of problem?" He had to ask, from the reactions Cross gave, as small and faint as they were.
Cross nodded, looking Slade on full-view. "It's no problem." He said, sliding a glass of tea to him. "Just hard times." He tipped his own glass, letting the liquid slide down his throat. He set the glass down with a light clink, moving to a dresser out by the hallway. He stripped off his shirt, exposing his damaged skin. From his waste up about half a foot there were severe burn scars, and on theback of his shoulder blades there seemed to be slash marks, as well as down his arms. He stretched, the scars flexing with each muscle beneath his skin. The choker he wore seemed to match the ones on his neck, though faint and faded. Cross grabbed another shirt and turned to face Slade, already sticking one arm throuhg a sleeve. His chest had burns up it as well.. Along with a deep gash above where his heart was. He was lean, and his skin was dark from the sun. Without even missing a beat Cross slid the fresh shirt on. It had been so long and so many that he no loner noticed the wounds that once riddled his body. He hasn't forgotten, mearly.. Put it out of his mind. He grabbed a chair by the fridge and drug it to the window beside the counter where Slade stood. He glanced up at Slade, "Haven't had another soul in here in a very long time." He said, tapping the windowcill with a knucle. He blew his hair from his face, and glanced out the window silently.
Slade nodded and took the tea to drink, taking a small sip, before taking more. Bitter, at least to his tounge, but still palitible. "I can understand that." He said, before glancing over at the other male, seeing the damage. Slade himself was no stranger to wounds like these, and knew they were probably business he best not ask about, unless he wanted to find himself out on the street. To each his own, or something like that, he figured Giga would say. It then occured to him, it'd been two and a half days since he changed his cloths. Unassuming dark gray demen pants, with a less inconspicuious jade green shirt, with a clasp that covered to his right sider, the buttons, gem stones, or what looked to be, right over his chest, giving an oriant-feel to it, and a kind of refinement, that of-
Cody(Giga): which he did not flawnt nor try to project, save in the shirt, given his place. Dropping his gaze at the absent minded thought, he looked back up to Cross at he took the chair, nodding again as he drank more tea. "I see....Not the kind to have guests?" He asked idly, wondering what was bothering the man, which was becoming more obvious, abet very slowly.
Chy: Cross dropped his head a few inches, almost grimancing but not enough to be taken other then a smile. His voice was rough, "You could say that. " He said, glancing off into the distant houses. He sat in thought for a moment, noting the time. He shoved himself to his feet with a light grunt. "If your hungry, the kitchen's open. S'well as the bath and the dresser in the bathroom." He gestured down the hall where the bathroom was, one hand still resting on the back of his chair. He tapped his fingers against it a few times, reaching for the tea glass he left sitting. He took another swig or two till it was empty, setting it on the window cill. He shifted to move, and winced noticably. Damn these wounds, he thought to himself, flexing his arm a few times trying to regain feel of the muscle. --
Chy: Walking to the closet door to the right of the front door, Cross pulled out a few blankets and an extra pillow. He set them on the coffee table and glanced back up at Slade. "When your ready." He said, then walking to the back door. "If you need an'thing. I'll be out back." He said, dissapearing out the door without a sound.
Cody(Giga): Slade gave a double nod as he was offerd food and bath, which he would take, but not now. Now his body needed rest, as much as Cross', but first hefelt he needed to offer some hospitality himself. "Right....I can help with the tension, from those scars." He called out jsut as the man was heading out the door, watching the darkness out back, wondering if he'd get a responce. He knew just as well how scars could weigh a person down, if not treated, inside and out. The good part, the out was easy, at least. And with the signs cropping up with this guy, it seems he needed it.
Chy: Cross paused, turning back to the door. He took a deep breath, raising his shoulders and thought about opening it. His hand hovered at the door knob, his fingers brushing the cold metal. He grabbed it, out of impulse and turned it enough to pop the door open. "Jus' need to stretch is all. " He called to Slade, barely stepping back in the door. He paused a second, wondering what he would do if Cross were to accept. Without intertaining that thought much he said, "Gonna go run through the forms. Your welcome to join. If not I'll be back in roughly an' hour." He said, feeling his muscles ache from working but groan from not being worked. He stepped from the light of his living room back into the darkness of nightfall and turned on his heels to the field out back.
Cody(Giga): Slade simply crossed his arms and nodded, almsot defeatedly. He figured he'd turn down the offer, with scars like those. They weren't ones that made a man trust people easily, nor accept help with. Looking up at the mention of forms, he wondered what his host meant, not having figured him one for anything like that, if it was what he had in mind. "Forms?" He called out, moving to the doorway to follow, already knowing he was going to regret this. As tired as he was, if it was some kind of centering, he'd follow into it, simply out of his nature. "What kind ya talking?"
Chy: Cross glanced over his shoulder, already stretching his back. "Martial Arts." Simply said. Cross grabbed his tape from the toolbox he had sitting out on one of the logs sitting around the field. He stripped his shirt back off, and began to tape up his knuckles. He was sore, and could feel the strain on his body. Just takin' it light tonight, he thought, moving to the dirt pit and diong some full body stretches. He watched Slade move closer, his frame shadowed by the moonlight. Cross straightened, feeling his muscles losen, and tense, and pulse under his skin
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 9:02 pm
out of striking range. Streching his body again, more intently this time, more muscels and bones cracking as he moved fluidly, expanding, contracting, every which way, he only puased when his joints would go no further, which was considerible, normally. "Then I think I'll join you....Better to sleep this way." He said, jsut before he was about to peel off his own shirt, before stopping. He mentally smacked himself in the face, almost making that big a mistake; He would have revealed the solid body armor, shot up and cut up, from any number of things, as well a few scars of his own that could never heal, and would speak volumes more than the armor covering him."Any specific one we're following, or we doing-
Cody(Giga): personal ones?"
Chy: Cross flexed his hands. "Basics." He said simply, turning to a log taller the he was and began to do light fist/hand hits and punctures. His rhythm sped up, now bringing kicks into it as he danced around the once tall tree. He stretched his leg high, snapping back and slamming it into the tree. It's bark splintered, the noise mimicing a semi loud BOOM. Cross rightened himself, letting his leg come back down. He leaned against the log, brushing his hair out of his eyes with one hand. "Stuff like that." He tapped the bark with his palm and stepped aside.
Cody(Giga): Slade simply watched Cross at first, givign no sign he was going to follow, until he began mimicing him, once he'd figured which set of 'basics' he was talking about. So well traveled, 'basic' could have meant any number of forms to the man, though it was at least narrowed with 'Martial Arts' atleast. Stricking at air, he kept from taking a target, following through like clockwork, idly trying to keep information from revealing itself, not that it was difficult. A man like Cross, not probing, made it easy. He turned his eye in a lazy manner when the tree was chopped into, by nothing but a foot, either not fazed, or not caring. "I see." He said in is typical half deep voice. It'd be fine, so long as he didn't ask him to spar, or take a target, even if it made him look a bit-
Cody(Giga): awkwerd taking on air
Chy: Cross watched Slade, shifting into another stance He pulled a small knife from his back pocket and moved around the log to an open area, going over his knife forms fluidly as if he was alone. The knife glinted in the moonlight as Cross slid it expertly thorugh his fingers. He went through the 1-2-3-4-5- on the log he had splitered. One-diagonal right to left down torso. Two -diagonal left to right down torso. Three- Straight down the torso. Four- Up the groin. Five - In the jugular. He turned sharply, flinging the knife into a darkness where there was a faint sound of it hitting a tree with a clank. He cracked his fingers and started after it, his skin illuminating in the light of the moon.
Cody(Giga): Taking note of Cross' movements out the side of his eye, Slade looked sharply fast at at him as he reached behind him, watching him sideways as he handled the knife. 'Defiantly on edge' He thought to himself, as he watched the man. Knife play, not something he could really do without one, unless he felt like looking like an idiot with no knife. Even so, that was more Giga's thing, such a light weapon, compaired to his, he'd probably end up unweilding it. Instead, he continued on with hand-to-hand training, focusing on disarming movements, in countering, moving step by step, his height a weapon, usually overpowering and forcing his target back. Jab, strike, wrap arm, flip, swivle, repeat.....Not always the best training to do, with nothing to actually grapple. His eyes closed, he also-
Cody(Giga): focused on tracking Cross, finding his body with everything, but his eyes, and once the movements stopped, so did he, looking over to him, in the moonlight, waiting for his next move.
Chy: Cross grabbed the knife from the tree, having to use both hands to extract it from the bark. He walked back, twirling the knife between three fingers. It made a light whistling noise, glinting rapidly as it passed between each finger. He watched Slade as he came back towards him, a calm expression on his face. His eyes flashed to the log, just as it creaked over and came crashing to the ground. Cross missed the knife by a few seconds and the knife sliced his palm. He closed his fist quickly, letting the life hit the ground. He picked it up in a swift movement, feeling warm blood trickle through his fingers. It was insanely rare that he missed, and it irritated him that he would let himself be so caught off guard.
Slade didn't miss the blade misconnecting, having seen the others play with their's so often, his eyes taking the missing flashes of light and teh decent to the ground as he misplayed it. He'd probably say nothing, but all the same, the other male called out to him. "Cut yourself?....Would you like a bandage?" Heasked, knowing he still had his 'emergency' bandages, that Sion, and Giga, made him keep on him. With how often he got cut up, brused, what have you, from his idle daydreaming, there were times they came in handy, at the most.
Chy: Cross tightened his fist, slipping the knife into his pocket with the other. "I got some inside." He said simply, moving past him into the house calmly. He pulled open a drawer in the kitchen, then walked to the bathroom and flipped the light on. He ran water over the gash, drying it with a towel and grabbing the bandage from the counter. He took it between his teeth and wrapped his palm quickly. Walking back out he looked up at Slade. "Been used to it on my own." He said, almost quietly.
Cody(Giga): Slade slimply nodded and went about his own moves, moving from basic moves to more skilled steps, faster and complex strikes, while Cross was away. He was an expert in disabling people, without killing them, he had to be, after so many years, otherwise, he would have been a failure. He jutting to the side as he heard, almost impossibly, the owner of the house coming out again, he stepped it down, back to basic. Couldn't let him know, not easily at least. "Mmnm' Slade sounded in acknowledgement, listening for him to start up again, and pick up from where he left off.
Chy: Cross flexed his hand, feeling his skin tug. He moved towards Slade, feeling adrenalin flood his veins. He opened his uncut palm to him, paused, then retracted it and letting his hand fall to his side. "Tsk. I think I'm done f'the night. " He said, shoving both hands in his pockets.. He watched Slade carefully, "Care for some food?" Cross asked, his voice level. He was unnerved at his miss, and didn't want any more slip-up's tonight.
Cody(Giga): Once Slade's foot fell and met the gorund, he stopped to look over at Cross, near instaintly, splealy surprised at that. He'd figure he'd go at it again, and try to recover his pride, at least, that's what most did. Noddoing his head, Slade's body relaxed, blood still rushing, but not to the point he couldn't pin it down and be 'normal'. "Sure, what'cha thinking?" He asked, glad to have some food to look forewerd too, and that this Cross fellow was smarter than most, not going at something for follish reasons. Less possiblity of a slip-up, when emotions were aside
Chy: Cross motioned to go inside, half turning away from Slade. "I got some deer meat that need's cookin." He said, watching Slade for a drawn second, before turning completely and walking inside. He kicked the door open, letting it stand that way as he leaned against the door frame, waiting on a response.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 4:57 pm
Cody(Giga): Real meat, now that was something the man hadn't had in a long time, something he missed even. A faint smile at the prospect came across his lips, as he turned to follow his host back in, once more streching, his hands meeting, arms streched over his head, has his back arched back, releasing the last traces of tension. "Sounds good, how we having it?" He asked, almost stupidly, used to having more than five options for one meal. But that was back with his friends, his family now. Even so, for all he knew, this guy had some crazy a** way of cooking. Pasing Cross and heading for the kitchen, he looked around, as if ready for more people to come, and start asking for help.
Chy: Cross opened the fridge and dropped a good sized min-cooler on the counter. He opened it and pulled out a few chunks of meat. Slipping it into a plastic dish he stuck it in the microwave and began to defrost it. "Fried w' some spices. 'Less you like it different." He said, grabbing a pan and a few other things from under the sink, and some beans etc for sides. Cross wasn't used to cooking for two anymore, and tried not to let that effect him as it had earlier.
Cody(Giga): "I'll eat it so long as it's edible." Slade answered, taking a seat, and watching Cross, unsure what he should be doing. "Never waste food." He tacted on, his mindset, as well as a few of his friends. When you don't know when the next meal is coming, so long as it isn't poisoned, rotten, or makes you sick in general, you eat it. Relaxing in the chair a moment, slinging his arm over the chair head and crossing his leg at the knee, he kept watch on Cross, incase he needed help, even if he wasn't the type to ask or need it. "Anything you want me to get, or....?"
Chy: Cross picked up a few spice jars, turning them over in his hands. The microwave dinged as Cross heated up the pan. He grabbed the meat, pushing his fingers into it, making sure his microwave didn't s**t out yet. He tossed them into the pan with a blend of his own spices, some salt and veggie oil. He sighed, the meat sizzling and popping. Cross watched Slade, "Used t'being on my own. "He said, feeling his jaw tighten. He wasn't used to talking this much, and it uneased hm slightly. Cross turned back to the meat, silently letting himself drift off.. To entertain the memories that choke him these nights when he's alone.
Cody(Giga): Slade jsut gave a small nod to Cross, before looking around the room idly. He knew very well what that was like, to be alone for a long time and be used to it. Sometimes it was for the best, others.....The tired, hungry man listened to the sounds of the meat being cooked, taking in his own memories, the smae sounds, but in a different place, far different. The scent that hung in the air was appitizing, all be it differnt form what he was used to, now, r in his memories. If Cross could fix trucks like he cooked meat, Slade felt he would be fine.
Chy: Cross flipped the first steak, hardly noticing the light grease that flicked onto his arm. He grabbed a few plates, setting them down with an audiable clank. Taking a deep breath, Cross thought about breaking the silence. He waited a little while longer, then opened his lips. "What kinda reinforcement you need on that truck?" He asked, wondering silently if it were a damning thing to ask directly how in the hell it got beat to s**t
Cody(Giga): Once teh plate was down for him to take, Slade looked up and smiles werily, happy to have real meat after so long. "Thanks" He said as he took the meal and cut right into it, enjoying every second of it. bit spicey than he was used to, but that only made it better. As tired and absent minded as he was, Slade almsot missed the question posed, taking a minute to respond. "Huh.....Oh...I'm not compleatly sure to be honest, The owner and the egnineer that work on it are the ones that would know." He said without thinking, which he'd probably regret later. "I do know that the outter hull needs to be thicker than normal, if not have3 a second one......At the least, need the stronges metal or alloy around, and some kind of glass, poly-something or other.....to keep b- [cough] s'cuse me, too keep-
Cody(Giga): it from busting up." Daftly, the man picked up his stupid mistakes, catching the word bullet, before it escaped. By now, he was sure this human was no threat, at least in that he wasn't 'involeved', and he wanted to keep it that way. Too many people he'd damned, giving too much information. Too many scars, too many graves.
Chy: Cross threw his steak in the pan, mimicing his first mix of spices. He nodded, making calculations on the truck in his head. His eyes slid to Slade when he tripped, wondering what exactly was going on. He was very tempted to ask, as to drown his own pain in someone else's story for a little while. He looked back at the pan, turning his head so Slade wouldn't see his eyes. "Mhm." He replied, flipped the steak. The sizzling got louder, popping and crackling before dying down. The idea of this new man in his home was muted for a moment when his mind kicked him. He blew his hair out of his face, and counted the days, kicking himself again. Damnit, he thought. Forgetting usually wasn't his style, but the time of year was screwing with him.
Cody(Giga): Slade kept on his steak, quickly devouring it, thankful to whoever made meat. You'd think with how much resource his group had, they'd be eating steak every night, but the leader, oh no, they had to go without. Which Slade was fine with, but you miss the little things sometimes. It was not compleatly lost on Slade something was up wtih Cross, though he didn't even know if it was really something or not, just that he was having small reactions. Mabey he was a loon, for all he knew. Or with his luck, some arch-demon from who-knows-where ready to blow. Rolling his eyes, in his mind, he worked through half the steak as Cross' was finishing, more than capible of finishing the rest.
Chy: Cross tapped the counter, waiting a few minutes before flopping his steak on his plate. He turned the stove off and stuck it on another burner to cool. Without touching it, he walked to the front door and turned the lock. It slid into place with a loud thunk, followed by the smaller lock being turned. Cross leaned against the counter, eating silently. He ate quickly, seeming distant. [[ blah. my mom started talking to me and I forgot the rest of what I was going to write ;l ]]
When Slade heard the door being locked, a small bit of worry came over him, as, if something were to happen, a locked door would make getting away harder, for sure. Even so, he didn't feel he needed to worry, chewing on his steak, the meat a bit toughter than he remembered. Then agian, he wasn't used to eating it like this. The silence wasn't lost on Slade, but then agian, he wasn't the talkitive type normally either. But how fast the other was eating, and his general feel, growing as it was, made him feel like something was wrong. "....My being here going to be a problem, Cross?" He asked, not even looking up from his plate, simply questioning, as he did. He got the distinct feeling his presence, perhaps not the cause of the problem, would make such worse than it 'needed' to be.
Chy: Cross looked up, his gaze almost far away. "No, of course not. " He said, putting down his fork. He placed the plate in the sink, turning to Slade. "This time of year is hard. " He said, letting his face flash with pain, barely realizing it. He reached up to rub his face, letting his fingers fall on the choker he wore. He froze for a moment, realizing he had left his shirt outside. He turned and grabbed another shirt out of the dresser, sighing lightly. His mind wasn't on right tonight or something. Maybe it was the long hours at the garage. He did rub his face this time, telling him to stop lying to himself. He couldn't run from this forever.
Cody(Giga): At first, Slade figured he meant something seasonal, or economic, making times tough aroung this area. But the look that Cross gave, the manner which he moved, spoke, worked to defeat that thought. Taking his plate and running it under the water, setting it down, he turned to face the man full on, now reclothed. "'Mind I ask what you mean?" He put out, figuring he'd at least try. Afterall, if there was one thign he learned these years, how many people came together in his gorup, how, at least trying was wroth something. His usually dreamy, star gazying green eyes set into an intent gray, focused on Cross' face, his expression, looking for signs, close to his.
Chy: Cross's face distorted a tiny bit more. He froze, his shoulder's tightening. He looked away, "Memories. " He barely whispered. Cross looked back at Slade, his eyes cloudy and weighted down with unmeasurable pain. He raised his hand to his face and placed his palm over his eyes, dragging in a long breath. He held it in, letting it swell in his lungs, then exhaled slowly. Cross dropped his hand, looking at Slade again. "Apologies. " He said, clearer then before.
Cody(Giga): Shaking his head and offering a hand, Slade knew too well how memories could effect one. "Neh, it's fine, no need.....Why 'this' time of year?....If I may ask." He added, slightly curious, as his arms crossed infront of his chest, leaning back agaisnt the counter, wondering if the man would let him press forewerd more. After reactions like his, for all he knew, the memories could cause him to come undone, or unhinged, and he needed to know that now, how much he was relaying on him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 12:09 am
Chy: Cross shuttered, "Timing." He said softly, glancing down at his hands. He closed his fist lightly, watching his nuscles flex under his skin. The scar that ringed his wrist like a bracelet was faintly visible in the light. Cross looked up at the clock, and dragged in a breath. He glanced at Slade, and said "Care to go for a ride?" His eyes.. They showed the past, sharply. The burden they put on him, and in that same light they made the color murky and undefined. He shifted, unsure of Slade's answer. If he chose not to go, Cross would be forced to wait till tomorrow or whenever Slade decided to leave. He squared his shoulders, as if to carry a heavy load, and waited for his response.
Cody(Giga): An eyebrow cocked slightly when Cross suggested a late night drive, wondering what prompted such a question. Under the tiredness Slade was in, normally he would have said no, but....The look he saw in the man's eyes, reflected something he couldn't place, but he knew well meant he should go. Especially if he wanted to know more as to what Cross meant. 'Sure." He said with a nod, pushing off the counter and walking back the way they had entered, slightly on-guard incase something was up. Something gave him a tense feeling about this man, the air the hung around him made him uneasy in it's own way.
Cross grabbed his keys from the counter and shifted the locks from their places. The night air nipped at his skin as he stepped out into the porch light, his hair glinting as he passed through it, stepping to the side and reaching in the tool box he had shoved under his padio. He pulled out a standard issue LED flashlight and his extra pair of boots. He also picked up a tiny wooden box. Straightening, he waited for Slade to come outside so he could relock the door
Following right behind Cross, Slade headed for the truck, getting in the passanger side and locking his buckle in, after a meal like that, he wasn't sure if he had to worry about having too much, or not enough energy, for whatever was to come. Hopefully, he wouldn't fall asleep.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 11:24 pm
Chy: Cross drove quietly down the road, making a few turns onto dirt roads, then hittig pavement again. He felt the air pop around him, thinking about where he was going with a stranger. He twisted the thick silver rings on his middle fingers as he slowed, pulling into a dirt patch and killing the engine. Cross paused, then opened the door. He clicked on the flashlight and slid out. The door shut with a loud thud that seemed to hang in the air, ringing in his ears.
Slade gave a small jump when the door slammed such, lightly napping, just on the edge of consciousness. He wasn't paying attention to where they were heading, afterall, he knew where he needed to go, if something happened. Mermering, and sliding out of the track cab, he watched Cross, following him as he moved, on guard and coming to full awakeness. Ready for anything, as usual.
Chy: Cross held the flashlight to the ground, illuminating their path. The wind picked up, and Cross's skin tingled and electrified his brain. His foot steps stumbled ever so slightly, then picked up faster then before. They rounded a cluster of tree's, and came to a stop. Cross knelt down, and placed the brown box on the top of a grave stone, running his fingers over the engravement. He looked up, his eyes stinging at the burned remains of his home, and his daughter's tomb stone.
Slade kept his head down, eyes watching Cross, as much as their surroundings. In the dark of night, in a strange place, especially with trees to cover, or hinder, he felt as though he was walking into the prime place for a trap. But soon he realized how paranoid he was, seeing the grave, and the wreakage. The lightly salted red haired man kept his silence as the other paid respect, to who, he was unsure, but he knew all too well it was someone dear to him. To many times 'around the block', as it was. A time past, and Slade's voice returned, calm and cool as ever, deep and smooth like a lake. "How long?" He asked solemly, knowing the who would come soon enough.
Chy: Cross shuddered, standing up and facing Slade with steely eyes. "Six years." He said softly, his voice cracking. Even though he was standing, his fingers still rested on the corner of her grave. He felt the cool granet under his fingers, and sucked back tears. He stepped out of the way, and shone the flashlight on it's face. It read: "Sammie Lee Cross. XXXX-XXXX ( she was 4 ) Beloved daughter. Free Spirit. Miracle to many."
Without a visible sign, Slade understood how long it had been, and what he'd be through. Six year, not even enough time to consider anything healed, at least not anything real or meaningful. Loking to the face of the grave, he quickly read over the symbols and took in the information. 'Daughter' He thought quitely to himself, wondering what it must be like, to lose one's child, still childless himself. "What happened, if I may ask?" He asked calmly, gently, as his strong voice could be. Death, loss, was a very personal thing, and he would not presume to think he had a right to ask of it, not of a stranger.
Chy: Cross took his hand from the stone, shoving it deep in his pocket. He looked at Slade, then turned the flashlight back on and pointed it at the burned down home. He said nothing, his mind tracing over the floor plan that he built from the ground up by hand for him and his wife. The weight of not having his wedding ring made his finger ache, but, he wouldn't wear it. Though, he thought, coming here he should have.
Cody(Giga): Slade understood from the simple gesture, taking it as both answer, and request not to ask further. He looked over teh remains of the building, wondering what could be there, physically, and otherwise, as well as with the gravesite. "I'm sorry." He said turning his head down, unsure whatelse to say. Death and loss for him were a common thing, and this man's loss and life was not connected to his, not his place to probe. Even so, his internal will to help, to do -something- made him try to find something, something he could do, something he could ask. "....Is this what you meant, before? About 'timing'?" He asked, curious if there was more. Granted, it'd be enough to explain such behavoir, but he'd seen people act more resolutely, than off-key, making him wonder if there was more to it.
Chy: Cross looked back at the house, then turned his back on it. "Mhm." He said, setting the flashlight on Sammie's headstone. "The fire happened six years ago, tomorrow. 5PM." He said, looking at the ground. He forced his shoulders tense, controlling what he felt. He then flexed, feeling the pull of his scars. He watched Slade, for a moment. Cross thought, very deeply for a moment before saying "This was just the beginning"
Slade watched the reactions that came following his questions, eyes running over the man and his body, knowing what was under the clothing. When he said, 'That was just the begining', he quickly knew something was up, connecting the scars to such, the reactions these past few hours keying him in. "May I ask what happened, after?" He asked tentivly, looking around casually, inactuallity checking his surroundings again, confirming his safety or not. "....Something caustic, to cause scars like those, I assume." He added, just as cassually, as if it was a normal conversation. For him, it was, in sad actuality.
Cross took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "The men who.." He gestured behind him, then pausing before picking back up. "I woke up states away in a place I'd hoped to never see again. An' if they say stay... They mean it. " He touched his neck, and the scar that ringed it. He shifted, letting his hands fall limp at his sides. Cross looked up to the sky, letting the thought of time pass through him. He sighed, whispering I should visit Sarah's grave, mainly to himself. He didn't even notice that slipped from his mouth. He looked at Slade. "I know a man such as you understands the weight of knowledge. And the danger that comes with knowing, or know how-to. " He showed his palm, indicating fighting as one example.
Cody(Giga): A deep, almost grim nod was Slade's responce, arms corssed on his hardened chest while the autumn night's air nipped at the few exposed areas of skin. "Quite......But...'They'?" He asked back once more, already knowing he was in for something, at this point. A line like that, asking was just inviting trouble....Not that he minded, so long as it didn't kill him or anything. But the more he heard, the more it sounded like the 'usual' that he had become accustom to, almost jadedly. In that, his curiousity and interest was filled to the top.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 7:08 pm
Cross's skin tingled, "Let's move off." He said almost sharply. He was getting nervous here, feeling as though there were things lurking in the lingering brush. He picked the box back up, sliding it into his pocket. He checked himself over once, making sure he had everything he had come with. He looked at Slade, and whispered "Hunters". Stepping out onto the path that once lead to his front door, he squared his shoulders letting his senses heighten with adrenalin. this was the last thing he wanted to happen, and if they moved quick enough they'd avoid any trouble.
Cody(Giga): "Alright." Slade said, taking note of the sharpness, glancing around, eyes low, and ears intuned. He raised an eyebrow when Cross took the box back, wondering what could be in it, since he wasn't leaving it at the grave. As that thought crossed his mind, the man's words slipped into his ear, and made him pause. This wasn't going to go well, if that the additude he took to 'hunters'. Following him, he kept a safe distence, just out of his striking range, incase...Something happened. Internally, Slade sighed and woundered why things always had to boild down like this, and go the way it was. 'Must be my fate or something' He reasoned with himself. "Hunters?" He asked, just barely above a whisper, enough to reach Cross' ears, before dying, firm an more probative, not cluesless nor ignorent.
Cross started a brisk walk to his truck, reaching it in a few shallow breaths. He turned, nodding at Slade. He dug deep in his pocket, at the mini blacklight he kept on him for the job and flicked the tiny little bulb on(battery powered). He turned his neck to the right, and shown the light there. An irridescent tattoo glowed from his skin. The mark of the hunters. He opened the truck door, and slid in. "Hurry. " He hissed, returning the light to his pocket. "Explinations are fine and dandy if they aren't getting you killed." He cranked the engine.
Cody(Giga): Slade kept pace with Cross, gray eyes on him with a focus you wouldn't expect of a day-dreamer like him. His senses rippled and pulse, fine tuned to the highest degree his body would allow, for the time, taking in everything he could. About the area, his situation...and the man ahead of him. He quickly regonized the mark the appeared, familure with it, though not totally in a good way. As he came to the truck's door, he stopped for a moment, looking at Cross, at their risk. He couldn't get in the cab, not if he could be a threat, if he could kill him, for a simple misunderstanding. "....You are agaisnt Hunters, are you not?" He asked simply, plainly, with an odd reserve about him. "....Would you attack one, if you saw one?"
Chy: Cross steeled his gaze at Slade, "They took my family from me. If one put me in danger, I will end their life. " He took a sweap around the area, watching the shadows twist. He felt the wild urge to do.. something, whether it was fight or flight was up to Slade and the next few minutes. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel noisly, "Now, the one thing I care most about right now is not adding my grave next to my daughters. Are you coming, or shall you feed yourself to them?" He said sharply, feeling his body start to shift into a mode he would rather avoid. "I'm assuming your connected to them. You have done me no ill will. I am not a danger to you unless you force me into that position. I can assure you, Slade."
Cody(Giga): Slade took a minute to think of what was told to him, decide his next move. His concerns were confirmed, and knowing how Hunters were, even ex ones, as this man seemed to be, he knew staying with him would put him in a great deal of danger, jsut from himself alone. At the same, his words told him he had nothing to worry from this man, simply because he was not brining him any harm, yet, at least. His eyes shifted to the side. His mind was telling him to send the man off, and find his way back to somewhere safe, even if he was in poor condition. But his instinct...Grabbing the handle, he quickly climbed into the cab, and buckled his belt in. This tiem around, he said nothing, nothing to be said. It was already known, they were in danger, and only the safety of Cross' house would dissperse-
Cody(Giga): such.
The moment the door clicked shut Cross gunned it, slinging the truck expertly around and flying out of the driveway. He pushed his luck and sped down dark dirt roads, taking the longer way around the neighborhood back to his home. Once they were there, he cut the engine, jumped out, locked the door and quickly walked to the door to his home. He unlocked it, nudged the door open with his foot and clicked on the flashlight. He sweapt the room once, twice, then stepped in slowly. Finding nothing, he flicked on the light in the living room and waited for Slade to come inside. Doing this, he went around drawing the shades, and locking the windows and other doors to outside. He slid a key from his key ring and set it on the counter
Cody(Giga): Slade grabbed the arm rest of the door as the truck shot off, keeping him from losing balence, even sitting, just enough to secure himself for the speedy trip. He kept quite the whole ride, focused to feel if anything was coming at them. Just the same as Cross, Slade bolted from the cab, walking hurried to the door, waiting for Cross to takethe lead, and open the house to him. Once inside, he did a quick check over of the home, to satisfy his own need for safety. "......Should I be expecting them to bang down the door, or can we actually rest now?" He asked almost worried, starting to feel fatigue grip him more.
Chy: Cross shut the door, locked it, then tossed that key at Slade. "Rest. They wont come here. " He sighed, cupping his hand over his face. This was to much for tonight. This man, a complete stranger to Cross had learned more about him in the past hour then anyone else in his life. "That key fits the front door if you desire to leave. " He said, striding to the fridge and poouring himself more tea. He downed it, rinsing the glass and setting it on the counter. He looked up at Slade, thining about saying more, but not. Cross walked part way down the hall, sighing, "Make yourself at home. Your welcome to my acommadations." And with that, he slipped into his room, leaving the door open.
Cody(Giga): Catching the key, Slade gave a nod, and looked around.....Where was he supposed to sleep again? Tired, and indifferent, he strided over to the couch, and flopped down. "Thank you, Cross." He said weakly, quickly slipping into darkness, and peace.
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