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lanimari
Captain

PostPosted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 1:01 pm


The start of the day had been odd for the tall Irishman, his considerably smaller and not nearly as strong sister had roughly pushed him into the bathroom where she already had the water from the shower running hot before giving him a hard push into the steady stream of water. She gave him orders to not come out until he had showered and was willing to actually act like a human being again, and so dutifully, Fiach had waited until she left before stripping off his now wet clothes and taking a shower. Time flew quickly, and it seemed like it had only been a few minutes before Adalia came by and rapped roughly on the door, she haughtily informed him it had been an hour and that she had laid clean clothes for him on the counter by the sink for whenever he felt like coming out. The next sound Fiach heard was the slam of a door and the stomp of her almost too heavy boots, and so with a sigh, he turned off the water and toweled himself dry. A very small smile came onto his face when he noticed she had washed his wrist bands that he used to hide the scars, and that she had apparently bought him some new clothes. One that weren't dark and dreary of nature.

With a shake of his still damp hair, he pulled on the white t-shirt she'd left him, slightly amused at the design of an eagle in faded, vintage black and blue. Almost as if it were a sign from her, and the irony was not lost on him that he often felt as a caged bird and now here, she was giving him a shirt with the eagle. A sign of freedom from restraint. The fact it was black and blue, and a little faded, only interested him more, but he didn't feel like being philosophical about something that probably really meant nothing at all, and so with one hand he scrubbed back his hair before putting on his blue jean cargo pants and buckled the belt that she'd left for him. Carefully, the tall man brushed back his hair before frowning at his image in the mirror, his hair had grown to just past his shoulders, and he didn't like the nearly unkempt look of it. His frown grew as he grabbed the scissors before going to look for Adalia. Wordlessly he handed her the scissors and gestured towards his hair, with a smile that said she was happy he was up and about and in a better mood than before, she nodded and escorted him to the kitchen where she made him sit down and promptly began to cut his hair. She didn't ask how long he wanted it, and had in her mind the "perfect" cut for him, and so cut it short. Very short. Once done, she giggled and grabbed some gel before ushering the front of his hair into a smooth duck tail look. It was almost a bit too long to do it properly, because she hadn't wanted to cut off ALL of his hair, but it would do, and so with a nod, she gave him her approval before telling him she was going grocery shopping and he should go and get himself something to eat while she was gone.

The man was afraid to look in the mirror after the hair cut he'd been given, and so instead busied himself with cleaning up the mess of hair before going to do so. A look of absolute shock came onto his face as he saw just how short it was, and he couldn't help but scrub a hand through it, amazed at just how short it had been cut and wondering what he was going to do until it grew out to a good length again. Sullenly, he put on some older tennis shoes before plodding out towards a cafe he had enjoyed once before. The place had left an impression on him, and so he chose to go to the little coffee shop around the corner, rather than finding a nice restaurant with lights that were not at a hazardous height.

Entering the home-like place, Fiach discovered some things had changed, but that overall, it was still a very cozy atmosphere, but it seemed to him the prices had gone up and the fare of customers had gone down. This was not unpleasing to him, and so he ordered a sandwich, soup, and a large cup of hot chcolate topped with a not so small dose of whipped cream before taking a seat. As he waited for the soup and drink to cool, he stared almost aimlessly out the window, one hand still randomly rubbing at the back of his neck where he was accustomed to his hair falling, and the other cradling the warm cup. Lost in thought, the man didn't really see the pedestrians or the vehicles that swarmed past the place as he simply...stared without seeing.

Maybe later on he would have to go to the park...the weather was good enough for a nice stroll...



PostPosted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 1:18 am


The start of the day hadn't been terribly out of the ordinary for the tall Italian; the alarm had gone off and the machine found itself heaved yet again across the room. Brad loathed alarm clocks, as it meant he was on a schedule for construction work and damnit all if he wasn't always the first one on site to work even if the standard fare of workers were never on time to warrant the alarm clock to begin with; damnit all twice if he wasn't the last to leave, making sure the site was secure. He damn it thrice just for the hell of it, but he didn't want to start the day off on a completely sour note.

The crash of the alarm clock alerted two denziens of his home, causing his indigo eyes to open wide with a classic oh crap moment before one gigantic, furry white body was on top of him. He was assaulted by a deep growling whine and a pink tongue smelling strongly of bone marrow, hands flailing up to catch the Great Pyrenees by his thick white coat around the neck, hugging the great beast to calm him. "Faust, for the love of all that is sacred and sleepy in the morning, calm! Down you lout of oversized bacon, DOW--"

It was no use. A smaller white form was soon wriggling all over the larger dog, making Faust bark with happiness and further entagle his master beneath his large paws in the sheets. Brad growled and snatched the Samoyed off of Faust, tucking the not-yet-adult girl into his arms and writhing out from beneath the dead weight of the Pyrenees. "You little devil," he grumbled at Altair, the half-pup only squirming harder, "don't rile your brother--" With his back pressed to the wooden headboard of his bed and two white animals romping and begging for attention, it was a miracle he got out of bed at all.

Somehow he managed to make his way through the swarm of large dog bodies between his legs and into the kitchen, pouring the food and changing the water, occupying the animals long enough that he could check his e-mail without being trampled. Nigh blipped on his screen, the only one on there right now, telling him he had an e-mail from his worksite: the day had been called off due to light drizzle at the site itself, and god forbid any of those manly men got their hair wet. If Brad hadn't been so stoked that he didn't have to go deal with those sissy la-la's, he would have been mad at the lost work.

This was not at all out of the ordinary for the man anymore. It had taken some getting used to but as with all things, Brad was able to adjust and acclimate to move on with his life, despite the road blocks of his prissy co-workers when it came to construction. Time and circumstance had eased his temper, however; even the lost day didn't upset him too much, indigo eyes turning outside to admire the beautiful weather. It wouldn't rain where they were, not anytime soon anyway, and it seemed a shame to spend the time couped up inside wasting time thinking on his mentally challenged construction workers. A certain veternarian was at work, so that was out of the question, but maybe he could visit...

It was thus that the man found himself walking down the sidewalk, hands wrapped around two leashes, breathing in the delightful air, the breeze teasing through his shaggy, unkempt hair. He rounded one of the blocks and turned his eyes up and down the way, taking in the individuals doing their own daily rounds and the shops along the way. Brad checked his watch; he still had a few hours until the other man's lunch, and he hadn't eaten breakfast yet - food was in order.

He made his way to the little coffee shop he liked, mostly lead by the two dogs who knew their way by now; sure, they were a little more expensive but he'd gladly pay extra for the lack of people. It was obvious he was frequently a patron there when the door opened and he was greated by a girlish chorus of "BRAD!"; he let the dogs go, who immediately barreled over to the counter and behind it to play with the girls, who spoiled them with chocolate dipped milkbones and more scritches than they knew what to do with.

The man simply smiled, meandering into the shop and taking only a brief note of the patrons; it was few enough he was a-okay with letting the 'kids' get spoiled, walking up to the counter and leaning over it. "Don't give them too much love ladies, I have to get those egos through the door again."

Chrystali

Enigmatic Gatekeeper


lanimari
Captain

PostPosted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 4:08 pm


A slight gurgle-growl rumbling about in Fiach's stomach brought him back to temporary reality and he sipped at the hot chocolate, promptly affixing a whipped cream mustache to his upper lip, which he abashedly wiped off with a quick glance around to ensure no one had noticed. A pleased, peaceful look came to his face as he noted that still there was no one he knew at the little cafe, and he began to crush the crackers that had come with his food into the soup. Broccoli and cheddar cheese soup was always made better with some crackers in it. Once the crackers were crushed, the young man dusted the crumbs off of his hands before carefully rounding them up in a napkin to be thrown away later. Carefully he stirred the crackers into the soup not wanting to drop a single drop of his food onto the plate or table.

Once the soup preparations were complete, the tall man put his large hands to work on the sandwich, double checking it to ensure that there were no bugs or anything else unpleasant in it before taking a big bite of it. A happy smile came to his face while he chewed and swallowed his food before he noticed the doors to the cafe thrust open and two dogs came busting through the door followed by a man. A sour pit appeared in Fiach's stomach as he realized who it was, and he quickly turned his face down towards his food, praying it wasn't true. Of course, this small hope was quickly demolished as the girls behind the counter squealed the man's name.

So it was Brad. The one person he had hoped to avoid ever since The Incident, and now the one person he was probably not going to avoid. A nervous hand lifted to run through his new haircut and he prayed it would be enough to hide him from Brad's keen gaze. Although the fact the dogs were running around in the cafe bothered him just a little (how unclean it was!), he chose to ignore them and not say a word, or leave in a huff, and instead focused all of his attention on his food. Maybe Brad wouldn't notice him or he would get his order to go...

Dolefully, Fiach realized this would have been the perfect time to have bought a newspaper - then he could hide his face behind it. But alas, he had not purchased one and certainly couldn't run up to the counter to ask for one now. That would be too suspicious, after all. Instead, the young man continued working away at his sandwich, waiting for the soup to reach the perfect temperature to eat. Taking a break every now and then from the chewing to take a sip of his hot cocoa, not always noticing the whipped cream left on his lip and not always wiping it off.
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