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 Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 8:30 pm
Nevada left the audience crowd, whispering a short bye to Dylon and others and headed right to Ian's room. She should've gone to Chelsea...or even to Stormy first, checked on both of the girls after the event.
Something told her though that Ian would need the attention more. Not because he was needy, but because of all the people, She felt she was the closest to him. She felt that, didn't mean it was true.
Plus after the loss of Shy well....
She made her way into the room, looking around and a gaze landing on a figure she didn't know on Ian's bed.
"Excuse me..." Nevada eyebrow raised, "Who are you?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 10:50 pm
Ian was not in his room (he never was, lately), but a certain other person was; and that certain other person was currently lying across Ian's bed, one leg crossed casually over the other, flipping through a thick, paperback book with gloved hands.
Alistaire had gotten his brother's room number after making a few casual inquiries of several other trainees on the floor, and the door had been unlocked when he'd reached it. So, as usual, Alistaire had let himself in, only to find it empty; and while it wasn't that much of a surprise (he was highly suspicious that his little brother was attempting to avoid him), it was an annoyance, one that Alistaire would have preferred to do without.
After a bit of snooping around, he'd sat on the bed to wait for Ian to return, idly switching from book to book to find a good one. This careless musing, however, was interrupted by the arrival of -
- well, not Ian, that was for sure. Alistaire arched a brow, setting the book down and lacing his fingers together over his stomach. "I could ask you the same question," he said mildly, and pushed himself up into a sitting position, then got to his feet, crossing over towards the young woman and extending his hand.
"My name is Alistaire," he said lightly. "I'm Ian's brother."
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 12:46 pm
Nevada looked the man over, coming closer to the form and leaning down.
Extremely close to his face.
"You're handsome, but not as handsome as Ian." She smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm waiting for him to come back, I haven't seen him for awhile and he's seen some things I think he needs to talk about.."
She continued to study Alistare a bit longer, and if she remembered her talks with Ian about his past, it seemed he didn't get along with family well.
Which poses as a question, Was Alistare a threat?
"So how did you come to make yourself comfy in my...man's room." She didn't further elaborate on the whole claiming thing. Ian was hers, just as much as she was Ians. Just not in anything more then 100% platonic relationship.
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 5:23 pm
He made no move away from her, but a part of his mind stiffened, his shoulders tensing slightly. Alistaire did not particularly care for physical contact, nor had he ever really understood the world's need for public displays of affection.
Ian had been terrible about that. Alistaire's lips curled upwards in a small smirk. "I'll take that as a compliment anyway," he said breezily, and sat back down on the bed beside her, reclining back a little, one leg crossed over the other. "Some things?" he repeated curiously. "What sort of things?"
Her man's. Somehow it didn't surprise him; Ian had always been the flirtatious type, after all, regardless of gender, or anything else. Alistaire gave her a look, his eyes sweeping across her slight frame as though this might give him some answers.
"He left the door unlocked," said Alistaire lightly. "Thought I'd drop by and say hello, but he's not here, so I was just waiting for him, is all."
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 6:32 pm
She noticed the stiffening, filing it away as that the man was very much unlike Ian, and didn't like physical contact. That was one strike against him, on her part. She always had a great need to touch, it was part of the 5 senses after all.
/Touching men's bodies shouldn't count Nevada.../ Leroy hissed, voicing displeasure at the thought of that. /They all feel the same anyways./
"Things that I'm sure you're not ready to understand, fresh from the pod aren't you Al?" She cooed, unintentionally using a nickname she didn't know offended him as well as using a very patronizing motherly tone. "I don't mean to be rude, but if I remember...Don't you and Ian not get along? From what I remember he was very....distant from his family."
She might've even sat a little straighter at his gaze, though she didn't need his approval for anything (because honestly she didn't need it, Shiloh was Ian's man.) and lifted her chin at him, the lazy smile in place.
"Usually people don't wait out in rooms....So since you're new Handsome, What division did they place you in?" Part of her thought life...though she didn't know why.
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 11:44 pm
Aha, Alistaire thought. So Ian had told his girlfriend some of the things that he wanted, painting the story to suit his own interests. It wasn't a particularly surprising strategy, but he had rather hoped that his brother would choose a less obvious path.
How dull.
Before he could answer the question, or any of Nevada's, however, the door to the room burst open, and Ian came staggering in, looking somewhat worse for the wear. He stopped dead upon realizing that his room was, in fact, unoccupied, like he'd assumed it would be, and the expression on his face turned from a tired one to a wary one, Ian straightening.
"Hey," he said, and made his way across the room towards Nevada, reaching to peck a kiss on her cheek in greeting. He did not feel like talking in the slightest, especially not to his brother, of all people, and the only reason he'd even come back to his room was to get a change of clothes so he could shower.
"Ian," said Alistaire mildly. "Your lady here was just telling me all about you."
Ian's eyes flickered from Nevada towards the other. "That right."
"Yes," Alistaire continued, now picking a stray thread from his vest, idly tossing it aside. "All about how we don't get along and how we're distant. You know, the usual gambit."
Ian's face, which was already a shade lighter than it should have been, paled even further. He wished they were not here.
"What about it?" he asked, shifting where he stood.
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 4:33 pm
Nevada looked over as soon as the door opened, breathing out a sigh of relief and leaning up to return the peck to the cheek. Her hand wanted to take his, just to hold it and know that he was alive and okay and well.
"Excuse me, I believe the only thing I said was that you were here in his room, after introducing yourself as his brother and asked if you were distant." She stood in front of Ian protectively, Tilting her chin up. She didn't like the way Ian's face paled, or the way Alistare's tone had turned.
If there was something between the brothers, it was neither the time...nor place for Alistare to be.
"And I am sure as his older brother, you have much to catch up on, but as you see, Ian is tired..." She kept a steady gaze on Alistare. "Maybe you should come back later?" She didn't think that perhaps Ian wouldn't want her there either.
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 10:55 pm
He didn't know which was worse - that Alistaire was in his room, acting as he normally did, or that Nevada was here to witness it all, her stance in front of him protective. Ian appreciated her support and her defense of him, but he wasn't quite sure that that sort of approach would work, especially with someone like his brother.
He was right, for the most part. Alistaire's cold, calculating gaze turned towards Nevada, a smirk curving his lips upwards at the ends, though it was an entirely humorless expression. "My my," he said lightly. "You sure know how to pick 'em, don't you little brother? I mean, first you decide you're not into labels and you just wanna date anyone and everyone, then you decide to sleep with that friend of yours - "
"Don't - " Ian hissed, his face white, but Alistaire just scrutinized him and continued.
"And now," he said, striding casually around the room, his feet clicking on the floor, "you're apparently with someone who feels the need to act as though you need protecting. As if," Alistaire added, with a small laugh. "Last I checked, you said you didn't need protection."
The laugh was softer, more bitter. "Funny how the world works, isn't it?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 11:12 pm
"We're aren't dating-" Nevada interjected and then laughed, because wow Alistare, way to assume. "just to start you down your path of ignorance. Ian is my best friend, and one of the few people on this rock I care about."
"Second, Ian is full and capable of taking care of himself. As he was doing it much longer and before I came to the Island. However, he just happens to have friends and people that love him here too that would like to offer their own protection of their own will. Whether it is unneeded or appreciated is none of your concern..." She watched him walk around, wishing the man would just...disappear out of the room now.
She was quick to catch the tidbit of Patrick and left it at that. The rise was not to get from her, but from Ian and well...
"Now, I really...REALLY hate to be rude again Al." She smiled at him, "But I believe I mentioned that I would like to talk to Ian without your company or presence around. And Seeing at this isn't your room, If you'd please make your way..." She moved to the door, hold her hand out for him to get his a** out. "Out. Unless you need help, in which case, I'd really...REALLY love to oblige you with."
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 2:59 pm
Alistaire's single raised eyebrow - a gesture not uncommon to the brother he was currently looking at - was the only indication that he had heard Nevada's comment about not being Ian's girlfriend; but whether this was a surprise was unclear. Alistaire slanted an amused gaze towards her, obviously unaffected by her long and unnecessary rant.
"Just because he's your friend doesn't give you the right to speak for him," he said lightly, after she was finished. "Just so you know. Oh, and I don't give a rat's a** if you're best friends, dating, ******** buddies, or whatever it is you are, because whatever it is doesn't negate the fact that I am his brother - his older brother, and you are, well, not."
His lips twisted in a cruel imitation of the trademark smirk Ian normally wore, though there was a flash of irritation in his dark eyes at the nickname. "Al" was a terrible nickname, common and rough sounding, and it grated on his nerves unpleasantly.
Ian, however, was still standing stock still. He had said neither a word of rebuttal towards his brother, but he hadn't said anything to Nevada either, absently twisting the pale blue bracelet on his right wrist. Alistaire's smile widened.
"I'll leave you two alone, for now," he said, striding towards the door. His coat billowed behind him, and then he was out the door; however, before he left, he peered back in, Alistaire's expression calm, hard to read. "We should talk later, Ian," he said, and lifted a hand in a small wave. "You know we need to."
And then he was gone. Ian walked woodenly over to his bed, sat down, and began looking for one of his shirts without actually looking at Nevada.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 6:59 pm
"Older brother..." She snorted and watched him leave. Already deciding that the Island had just gained yet another a*****e to add to it. And he could rake right up there with Jack and Finn and they could be a*****e buddies for all she cared.
The door shut behind her and she turned to look at Ian.
"Why don't you say anything to him Ian? he seems like a giant bully." She came closer and took his face in her hands, lifting it so that he'd look at her, searching for anything. "I'm sorry..." She frowned, "I should've been less confrontational with him since you're here but.."
"How are you feeling?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 6:09 pm
Ian fiddled with his shirt, still deliberately not looking at Nevada. "I didn't say anything about him," he said carefully, stiffly, "because there's nothing to say. Alistaire's only just awoken, I had no idea he was even here in the first place. It's not as though I expected him to be recruited, Alistaire's never really been a fan of things like this."
He felt warm fingers against his face and then Nevada had tilted his head up so that he was forced to look at her, Ian's face inscrutable. "It's fine," he said, though clearly it was not, the words wooden and almost robotic in their flatness. Ian lifted a hand and curled his fingers around Nevada's, drawing them away from his face. He squeezed her fingers briefly, a reassurance, and then began looking for his things again.
"I'm feeling just grand," he said sardonically. "My boyfriend got murdered by a shithead with too much estrogen in his system, my older brother decided to come to Deus, and I can't find my favorite shirt."
{ You lent that to...him. }
Ian's fingers froze above the bag he was shoving things haphazardly into. With a look like lead, he sighed.
"It really sucks here sometimes."
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