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Post by KINSLEY JOSEPHINE DUVAL on Feb 9, 2013 4:25:47 GMT
 when we were young [style=font-family: arial;font-size: 10px; color: #000000; width: 250px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; text-align:justify;]Kinsley was so nervous that she felt like she had butterflies in her throat. She had been waiting for this night for two weeks now. It was the night that her dad finally met Sawyer, who had just gotten out of the hospital. They had brought his few belongings in just two nights ago, so they were still getting used to living with one another. So far it seemed like they were very compatible, which was good since she wasn’t planning on him leaving any time soon. It would be hard to get a job in Manuka—or anywhere for that matter—when you didn’t know your own history. So the least amount of time she figured he’d be there was a few months. She was willing to let him stay there for however long he wanted as long as he wasn’t a thief or something. Kinsley didn’t see them parting ways any time soon though since Sawyer was harmless. Her dad was coming over tonight after his shift was over to finally meet his daughter’s new roommate. They were supposed to do it before Sawyer even moved in, but something had come up with a group of werewolves moving into the city who were killing children, so Sawyer had mostly moved in on his own and it gave them no time to actually get together. The pack had mostly been killed off, and the remaining of the pack had left the city. For now they had a break and were able to finally get together. She had never been more nervous for something in her entire life though. She thought her dad’s opinion meant everything and if he didn’t like Sawyer then she would feel awful. Kinsley had to continuously reassure herself that he would adore Sawyer because Sawyer was an amazing guy. And he wasn’t going anywhere anyways since she had given him her word. And she couldn’t back out on her word any more than she could just stand by and let a pack of werewolves kill children for food. It was against her nature in every sense of the word. She just really wanted her stubborn father to see why he was so great, that’s all. The past few hours she had been cleaning everything in the house from the floors to the closets to the lamp shades. Nothing in the house was dirty, and it smelled like a lemon tree from the moment you walked in the door. She liked the smell, but it was overpowering, so she opened a few windows to air the place out. Sawyer had gone job-hunting today, so she had been home alone mostly except for Bruno and Benxie who were keeping her lovely company. Both animals had taken immediately to Sawyer…almost as quickly as she, Sadie and Olivia had as well. It seemed like he had quite the reputation for having people attach to him. Realizing that now, she felt better. Her dad would love him she just knew it. Kinsley heard the door open and Sawyer call out a hello of sorts. She came into the living room to greet him and asked, “Do you think it’s too much?” Kinsley looked around the spotless house. She turned back to him and shrugged. “Either way, at least now there’s no dust anywhere in this darn house. How was your day?” she asked with a bright smile. [/style] thanks bby ♥ |
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Post by SAWYER GRAHAM RHYS on Feb 10, 2013 1:45:27 GMT
[style=width:430px; padding-top:15px; padding-bottom:15px; background-color:white; border:3px solid #301F59;]  [style=padding-top:3px; padding-bottom:3px; width:400px; background-color:#301F59;][style=padding-top:20px; padding-bottom:20px; width:394px; background-color:#422E75;][style=color:white; font-family:yanone kaffeesatz; font-size:15; letter-spacing:6px; text-transform:uppercase;]i know what's at stake [/style][/style] Sawyer didn't think he could have wanted to get out of the hospital any more badly than he had the day he'd been released. Don't get him wrong he was grateful for all they had done in getting him nursed back to health and he was going to miss visiting the children's ward and seeing Sadie and Olivia every day. Although he already planned on going back to see the two little sisters as soon as he got settled. But after all the poking and prodding and tests and being kept inside he was more than ready to get out and try and get on with his life. So far he still had absolutely no memory of his past or where he came from. Only his name, Sawyer R., and he wasn't even sure if the R stood for his middle or last name even. He'd tried, forcing himself to delve into the blank canvas that was his memory but all it seemed to result in so far was frustration and a horrible headache.
So for now he'd decided to just let that go, trying to force his brain to remember, and just pray that it'd come back on its own like the doctors seemed to think it would. The only question was when, one they had always answered with it could come back tomorrow or ten years from now. There was really no way to tell. Accepting that fact for what it was Sawyer had shifted his focus the last couple of weeks towards getting himself physically healed, not that he hadn't been but now it was getting his entire attention which had proved a success. Though it still twinged from time to time his ankle was almost at one hundred percent again and all the scrapes and bruises had disappeared as well. He did carry a few scars but considering his condition when Kinsley had found him in the woods he was more than ok with those little reminders.
True to her word, Kinsley had been there waiting for him the day he'd been released, keeping her promise to give him a place to stay until he could find one of his own. Sawyer couldn't even begin to express his gratitude to the girl though he planned on showing it as much as possible for the next few months he would likely be sharing her home. Moving in hadn't been all that difficult considering he had really nothing to his name furniture wise. The money the nurses had collected to give to him went towards clothes and other necessities so that all in all it only took a day and a half for him to get settled. Kinsley had still felt badly about not being there to really help him after her dad had ended up needing her help with something work related. Sawyer hadn't asked just what it was they had to do as it hardly seemed to be any of his business though he was a bit curious all the same. It had also meant the plans they'd made for him to meet her dad before actually moving in had been scraped as well.
Now that whatever it was that had been keeping them busy was over, however, the plans were back on and Sawyer would have been lying if he said he wasn't just a little nervous about meeting the man. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out her father's opinion was very important to Kinsley and even though she had reassured him a thousand times over that she would never kick him out no matter what he wasn't too keen on being the person to put a wedge between the pair. He'd started job hunting the day after he'd been released from the hospital which had been all of a couple days ago but still he wanted to get on it as quickly as possible. So far it hadn't been too promising, not that he'd been expecting to get hired at the first place he looked. A man with no memory or past so to speak wasn't exactly what you'd call a prime candidate for most employers after all.
He wasn't planning on giving up easily though and had gone out again this morning, leaving Kinsley behind with the goal of cleaning the entire house by hand it would seem. Clearly he wasn't the only one who was a little nervous about tonight. The hours flew by a lot quicker than Sawyer expected and before long he was headed back home so he could get ready for that evening. Stepping through the front door his greeting was met with a question from Kins concerning the look of the house. Taking in the smell of lemon scented cleaner and the near spotless look of the entire area around him it would appear she'd been quite busy since he'd left. Shaking his head slightly, Sawyer took glanced around. "It looks nice," He assured, giving her a quick smile. "You weren't joking when you said you were going to clean from top to bottom," She had clearly worked her butt off, indicating once again just how important tonight was to her. Shrugging out of the gray suit jacket he was wearing, purchased specifically with job hunting in mind, he undid the top button of his white dress shirt before shrugging. "Eh, not as good as I hoped but just have to keep trying. Apparently, hiring a man who has no idea who he is or where he's from isn't really something companies are jumping at the chance to do," The last part was added in a joking sort of tone, not minding a little self deprecating humor at his own expense. Besides he was determined to keep a positive attitude despite the frustration.
"I did end up signing up to volunteer at an animal rescue shelter not too far from here. Figure it'll give me something to do and help me build some sort of credence with someone that might help with the whole getting an actual job somewhere," He couldn't handle just sitting around the house while he waited for that job opportunity to happen so it was a win win situation really. Bruno and Benxie came running in to greet him then and he stooped to give them some attention for a few seconds before straightening back up. "I'm gonna hop in the shower real quick and get ready and then I can help you out with anything else that needs done," He let her know, feeling lighter after seeing her big, bright smile. Coming home to that made up for the slightly disappointing results of his day so far. It didn't take him more than a half an hour to shower and dress, his curls still slightly damp, before heading down the hall and back out where Kinsley was in the living room.
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Post by jack on Feb 13, 2013 5:08:16 GMT
[style=width: 440px; height: 300px; background-image: url(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll89/doubledsandme/Decorated%20images/jacksoncar_zpsf10d3ed9.jpg);] brought the wrong man Jackson was going to put on the same thing he did with Kinsley’s dates. This time, it was even worse. It wasn’t just this boyfriend that needed a little scaring away. It was her roommate. Despite what he had warned her over and over, her too kind of a heart took over and offered the man who didn’t know who he was a place to live. It was hard for Jackson to really argue the point without sounding like a heartless ass. It wasn’t that he hated this stranger. He didn’t. If he was human like Kinsley said he would, he cared about the man just for existing. However, he cared about his daughter’s well-being far more. Didn’t Kinsley realize that without her, Jackson would melt into this pile of dust? Dust didn’t even melt. That’s how intense it was for him. She was his everything and he wasn’t going to lose it by some guy waltzing in acting innocent because he lost his memory. Jackson had woken up plenty of times without memory. He was fine. Got himself at the top of the line.
Speaking of top of the line, he was getting off work to meet the new guy. Jackson kept forgetting his name. It was like Seth or something. Started with an S. He had a hard time remembering faces he had never seen before. Though he wasn’t able to keep Kinsley from doing her own rules within her own household, he was able to say I’m going to meet him whether you agree or not. Being the smart girl she was, she decided to go ahead and let Jackson meet him with her around. That gave a disadvantage to Jackson, but not by much. All men had to go through the biggest test of their lives. Him. Jackson knew that most people that said they weren’t scared of him were lying. He had the hunter face, scars covering every cheek, muscles, and most importantly- a gun. He was currently wearing his uniform too. He could have changed, but he didn’t. Could have gotten off work early so that the smell of inmates and handcuffs weren’t so visible, but he didn’t. It wasn’t an act at this point. Jackson was serious about telling the man he wasn’t afraid to go back to prison.
Okay, he tried the benefit of the doubt thing. After he went home and cooled off, he had really tried to talk himself into thinking something more logical and on her side. The more he thought about a stranger he didn’t know about living with Kinsley, the more he couldn’t talk himself into anything positive. The more he thought, the more worried he became. So Jackson tried to stop thinking about it for her sake, but that didn’t work out too well either. It was a good thing they were meeting now or he was pretty sure he would just burst into several pieces if he had to wait, break his promise and go see him anyway. He would care if she became mad, sure, but he would care a little less if he turned out to be true. One could say that he wasn’t being all that fair- coming in on wrongful assumptions and making a bad impression already, but Jackson would say that was the kind of attitude that kept him alive.
Jackson drove over to Kinsley and parked out in front. Seemed that the boy was already there and at home. Good. He was seriously debating if he should knock or just trample in, but he decided he wasn’t going to be one hundred percent rude to the point where the boy didn’t take him seriously. Jackson wanted to be a figure of fear, but authority. Not fear and thinking the man was just nuts and he wouldn’t be able to do anything to make him happy anyway. Although he supposed out of the two options, he was probably the other one. With a sigh, he came out of the truck, slamming it so that it was heard, double checking. Both police items and hunter items tucked in several places in case an unexpected event happened. Always be prepared. He stomped to the door and gave a few good knocks, holding his belt and staring at the door, getting his game face on. Lord help this child.
OOC: pic doesn't match mood, but you know what I regret? Nothing. |
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Post by KINSLEY JOSEPHINE DUVAL on Feb 14, 2013 6:15:54 GMT
when we were young [style=font-family: arial;font-size: 10px; color: #000000; width: 250px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; text-align:justify;]Kinsley smiled proudly as she took one final look around the sparkling house. “I thought it needed a little cleaning anyways, so I figured why not just make it spick-and-span?” she asked rhetorically. She also couldn’t stop finding little dirty places that needed to be wiped or scrubbed, and eventually she ran out of dirty places. Though the house was not big by any means, it also wasn’t tiny and it had taken her over two hours just to clean her room and bathroom. And even though her dad wasn’t going to go into that part of the house, she still felt like it deserved to be spotless. Well, her dad probably wouldn’t even notice. He was a man, and men rarely ever noticed things like that unless they were reminded to. Kinsley was definitely not going to remind her dad of her nervous cleaning. Kinsley took Sawyer’s jacket from him and hung it in the hall closet. If she didn’t keep her hands moving she’d go crazy. She also noticed him unbuttoning his shirt and quickly looked away. She felt weird suddenly. She was unsure as to why exactly, or what exactly she was feeling. She pushed it out of her mind and instead of thinking about it she straightened the blanket hanging over the back of the couch. “Yeah,” she replied sympathetically. “I thought it’d be pretty difficult, but at least you’re trying.” She frowned a little because she felt so bad for the guy. He was such a great person, so kind and generous, and no one would ever be able to see that because they didn’t want to take the time to actually get to know him. So what if he didn’t know who he was. Most people didn’t know themselves either. Just because you knew your history didn’t make you any better than this poor gentle soul. Her eyes lit up when he told her about signing up to volunteer for volunteering. That was a really great idea actually. “I bet you’ll have a real fun time there, too!” she said excitedly. Kinsley had always liked the idea of volunteering, though she had never really done it much herself. She could count hunting as a civil service, but it was more her job than anything even if she didn’t get paid for it exactly. Sawyer broke her thoughts when telling her that he was going to shower. Kinsley took the time to start on the supper they were going to all share. She was making lasagna and garlic bread. By the time Sawyer came back from getting ready, the lasagna was already in the oven and the table set with three of everything around the table. She smiled when Sawyer walked in, but it instantly faded when the knock at the door came. Instantly her stomach dropped to her butt and a lump in her throat grew. She never knew she could be so nervous in her life. She put on a happy face anyways because she really didn’t want Sawyer to see how nervous she was and then become nervous himself. Kinsley opened the door and brightened her face even more for her dad, who was wearing his police uniform. Before letting him in she glared at him. “Really dad? The uniform? Are you kidding me?” she sighed before hugging him mandatorily and habitually. Then she let out a small laugh because she should have known he would come to dinner dressed in his cop outfit just to put even more tension on the two of them. “Come on in, daddy, dinner’s almost ready.” She shut the door behind them. Sawyer walked up to the pair and stuck out his hand for a handshake. “Dad, this is Sawyer, Sawyer, this is my dad, Jackson.” She grinned as she looked between the two. The timer for the oven beeped and she squeezed her dad’s shoulder tightly where her hand rested. “Play nice while I finish up, okay? Try not to scare him too badly.” Kinsley had warned Sawyer about her dad and all of his little tricks. She hoped that Sawyer wouldn’t be frightened off too easily since her dad was harmless when it came to people who were harmless. And Sawyer was the most harmless man she’d ever met, so he should be perfectly fine. [/style] thanks bby ♥ |
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Post by SAWYER GRAHAM RHYS on Mar 18, 2013 2:18:59 GMT
[style=width:430px; padding-top:15px; padding-bottom:15px; background-color:white; border:3px solid #301F59;] [style=padding-top:3px; padding-bottom:3px; width:400px; background-color:#301F59;][style=padding-top:20px; padding-bottom:20px; width:394px; background-color:#422E75;][style=color:white; font-family:yanone kaffeesatz; font-size:15; letter-spacing:6px; text-transform:uppercase;]i know what's at stake [/style][/style] Sawyer smiled back as Kins proudly surveyed her handi-work from the day. It did look nice. Smelled wonderful too thanks to a few small candles scattered throughout the house. Not that it ever smelled bad even without them either. If there was one thing they both agreed on wholeheartedly it was keeping the place clean. He wasn't sure if it was simply a personality trait that he liked being neat and orderly or if it was something that had been ingrained in him all his life but either way he was glad of it. Even though he'd only been here a few weeks it was already starting to have that 'home' sort of feel in his mind too. It was the most familiar place in Manuka to him aside from the hospital so far and there was just something amazingly comforting about having a place to return to each evening. Granted Sawyer knew this wasn't a permanent thing and planned on finding his own place and getting out Kinsley's hair as soon as possible, but until then he would be enjoying this feeling.
Playing a larger part in that feeling than he probably should have let was her being there. She was always there with a smile though, asking about his day and ready to listen to whatever he had to say. Who wouldn't enjoy coming back to that? Sawyer couldn't deny there had been a part of him that had been skeptical about this whole thing back when Kins had first offered to let him stay with her. What if they hadn't meshed well? Would she regret taking in a practical stranger after a while? What if he had to stay longer than she anticipated? He would have hated to be a burden or inconveinance her in any way at all so those worries had run rampant. Things, however, had turned out to work amazingly well. Better than he had ever imagined they would really. They got along wonderfully and he genuinely enjoyed her company and was pretty sure she enjoyed his as swell. Her dog and cat had accepted his presence immediately as well.
"Thanks," He murmured absently as she took his jacket to hang it up, not really thinking twice as he had undone the top couple of buttons on his shirt. The fact that she had noticed it so keenly didn't catch his attention either thanks to his somewhat distracted thoughts at the moment. It was clear she felt sincerely bad about his less than fruitful job seach and he appreciated her belief in him, that he was a good guy who deserved a shot even though neither of them really knew that for certain. Shrugging a bit he'd offered a faint smile. "About all I can do I suppose," He planned on doing just that until he was blue in the face or someone finally got tired of him coming to inquire about a job and hired him. There was no way he was going to mooch off of Kinsley's generousity for any longer than necessary though. He was already keeping a tally of what he owed her money wise and planned on paying that back as soon as possible too. He doubted she'd be happy about it but there was no changing his mind. However, for now he kept that little fact to himself. Better to simply wait until he actually had the funds to just give to her then and there without giving her time to persuade him otherwise.
Her enthusiasm about the one small success of his day made his smile widen a bit. "The man who runs the place seems decent enough, gave me a shot after all," Glancing down at where Bruno had taken up residence by his feet, Sawyer reached to scratch the dog's head affectionately. "I get along with you and Benxie well enough so hopefully it's the same story there with the rest of the animals," The little dog looked up and his stubby tail wagged happily in response. Chuckling softly, he had headed towards the bathroom then to shower. He hadn't been quite certain how dressed up he should get for this dinner but decided that the pair of dark colored bue jeans and black button up dress shirt looked nice but not too over the top. The smell of lasagna was already filling the house as he headed out into the living room and he saw the table already set and ready as well.
About to tell Kins how great everything looked the words were held back as the sound of a knock on the door echoed through the room just then. The way her smile instantly fell told Sawyer more than Kinsley probably wanted it to and he offered her a reassuring smile of his own as encouragment. The man would have been lying if he'd said he wasn't just a little anxious about this meeting. Kins had already told him a million times over that she didn't care if her father liked him or not she wouldn't be kicking him out so that wasn't the reason for the slight worry. No, it was more the fact that if her dad didn't take a liking to him and wanted Kins to get him out of there and she refused then it would take a heavy toll of their relationship. And from everything she'd said about her father so it was clear the two were very very close. So being in any way responsible for hurting that was the last thing Sawyer wanted to do. When it came down to it he'd rather live on the street than cause hurt to Kinsley in any way.
Taking a deep breath he readied himself as she opened the door to let her dad inside. The pair exchanged greetings before Sawyer stepped up to introduce himself, offering out a hand towards the older man. Kinsley's introduction was followed by a smile from Sawyer, who added warmly, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," He hadn't failed to notice the uniform either, guessing the reason behind it seeing as Kinsley had clued him in on all of her father's scare tactics. The beeping of the timer signalled dinner was likely about ready and sent Kins into the kitchen to check but not before a lightly given warning to her dad that had Sawyer chuckling to himself. Resting his hands casually in the front pockets of his jeans, Sawyer inquired in a good natured tone, "Just get off of work?"
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Post by jack on Apr 10, 2013 1:07:37 GMT
[style=width: 440px; height: 300px; background-image: url(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll89/doubledsandme/Decorated%20images/jacksoncar_zpsf10d3ed9.jpg);] brought the wrong man One couldn’t really blame Jackson for being so skeptical of this man he never met. Look what he was surrounded by. Besides the few hunters he trusted with his life, what did he have? He had people at the prison. Some honorary cops but others that needed to be placed in the cell next to the inmate. The inmate who had killed and raped a thirteen-year-old girl, claiming it had done her a favor because he had AIDs. As a father, that was the hardest to deal with. The rapists and murders that sneered and taunted how enjoyable it was. Made him sick. Sometimes even humans could be as bad as supernaturals. There was also the supernaturals. Killers and monsters that roamed the darkest of the night. He went out and hunted those things. Every day. So when this guy walked into his daughter’s life without a memory or history on record he was able to look up, he thought about those people.
It could very well be that he is what Kinsley said. That would be for Jackson to decide. For now, it was time for him to put his game face on. When the door was opened, he made sure it was Kinsley before he put a smile on his face. There was no reason to act all tough guy around Kinsley. She knew him all too well. He gave her a giant bear hug, though she let go and asked about his uniform. Jackson wanted to chuckle, but he almost made his expression confused, ”What? I just got off of work. I didn’t have time to change.” Truthfully, he hadn’t time to change by the time he got off. He just got off later than normal. Kinsley knew Jackson way too well to believe that much of it without knowing there was another reason behind it. She knew what he was planning to do. It didn’t matter what she knew. She could tell Sawyer over and over, but the only way that boy was going to really know was if he spent twenty-four years of his life with him. That wasn’t going to happen, no matter what Jackson might have hoped.
Walking in, he smelled the delicious scent of something. Jackson wasn’t good enough to identify what it was, but it sure smelled good. Got his tummy rumbling since he didn’t take a lunch break. He had wanted to give the impression he was busy. He wondered where the little dog of hers was. ”Smells good sweetheart.” House also looked good, but he didn’t notice much. Growing up, Jessica had done mostly everything. So after she… passed, Jackson had to learn how to do everything. Little rusty at first, but with practice, he became a good mr. mom. At least, he had hoped so. With a deep sigh, he took off of his coat to only leave his full button up uniform showing, frowning deeply to see another coat that wasn’t hers hanging there. Obviously there was going to be some things in the house that wasn’t Kins. Probably not much from the impression he made, but some of them here. Taking a deep breath, he lightly hung it on the hook and kept a very mean scowl on his face as he looked at this kid. In all his worries, at least this wasn’t what he was expecting. This was a prettier boy. Not as mean and scruffy looking as he pictured. Jackson was picturing this long haired freak that had a huge face and tattoos covering his neck. Just as one of the more subtle images. At least he didn’t look bad, but that didn’t put his guard down a bit.
Introductions were made and Jackson’s face didn’t become any warmer. He was glad to see the man knew some manners. Stuck out his hand to shake and called him sir as opposed to the guys who just stared at him. Jackson examined him carefully. He didn’t appear nervous. Maybe Jackson wasn’t doing his job right. He reached out his hand and shook it firmly, but said nothing. A ding made him glance toward the kitchen. At Kinsley’s words, he smiled lightly, but it went right back to frozen face Jackson Duval when she left despite what she said. Okay fine not too badly. As far as first impressions went, he passed. But he wasn’t finished. Sawyer- he knew it started with an S- started out with small talk. Even if it was a dumb question- of course he got off of work. You think he wore this around for fun? Still, he supposed he hadn’t been telling the whole truth about that either. Jackson did manage to give him a smug smile, ”Ah- yeah. Sorry couldn’t wash up. Some bastard was given me a hell of a time. Kept struggling so much I had to finally just put a gun to his head to calm him down. Must have known me well enough to know I’ll shoot.” He laughed. Wasn’t funny. ”Kinsley told me you were looking for somewhere to work. Found one yet?” Though the words may have been casual, he crossed his arms and lifted his eyebrow. Sweet in the face could have easily meant little puppy dog feeding off of others instead of doing anything else. Jackson was going to explore everything.
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Post by KINSLEY JOSEPHINE DUVAL on May 19, 2013 5:47:05 GMT
when we were young [style=font-family: arial;font-size: 10px; color: #000000; width: 250px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; text-align:justify;]Kinsley had to admit to herself that Sawyer really cleaned up nicely. She did love his messy hair though and loved how even in a suit he looked a little untamed with it wildly curling everywhere. It was the kind of hair you run your fingers through when you kissed him. except that had never happened and now thinking about kissing Sawyer had her blushing a little as she took his jacket from him. She imagined he was a great kisser though. And with that, Kinsley stopped herself from thinking about that anymore. She forced her eyes to stay on his as she replied with sincerity to him not being able to find a job. “Well, you’ll get one eventually. Just don’t you go get a job that’s going to make you miserable or I’ll never get to see you smile and that’d break my heart.” She smiled a little and hung up his coat. It smelled like him, something like soap, a slight hint of musk, and something else she couldn’t quite grasp, but the mix was nice and familiar to her. It wasn’t one of those overpowering types of smells that some guys had because gratefully he didn’t use that body spray shit that made her want to gag. Axe was what it was called. It was disgusting, and made her sneeze. Her grin was wide when he told her about the guy at the shelter he was going to be volunteering at. “Of course he did. And of course you will. You’ll be wonderful at it and the animals will adore you.” She knew that Sawyer was going to be good at anything he did, so it was no surprise to her when he told her that he was given a shot. Anyways, she figured they’d never turn someone down at the shelter since they often needed the help, but she didn’t mention that. Kinsley was happy that he had something to do other than look for a job. It could get you down after a while, searching for a job, and could make you question yourself and your abilities. Asking yourself “Why is no one hiring me? Am I not good enough or experienced enough?” could really put a damper on your attitude. She had seen it happen a hundred times and even experienced it on occasioin, but always reminded herself that she was good enough for any job, they just hired someone better, that she’d be the best candidate for the perfect job. But now hunting was her full time job. Well, that and keeping a house running. Sometimes she wished there were more people in the house, kids, but she didn’t have anyone permanent in her life that she could have them with and she was afraid to have them, too. Kinsley would sometimes daydream about having kids and leaving the hunting world for good to raise them. But knowing what she knew made it hard for her to think of a safe enough world to bring them in. When her dad showed up she felt a pang of nervousness rush through her. Her dad’s opinion of Sawyer meant everything to her and she was scared that it wouldn’t be as high as her own—well that was a far fetch seeing as she thought most highly of him, but if her dad didn’t like him she’d be devastated. And him showing up in his uniform might make Sawyer more intimidated than if he were dressed in normal attire, which would in turn make Kinsley more nervous and she only wanted tonight to go smoothly. She did give her dad a cold glare before letting him in with a sigh. He could have been five minutes late to change and he knew it wouldn’t have bothered her. But she didn’t say that because she didn’t feel like arguing with him while Sawyer waited in the other room, possibly being able to hear every word. “Thanks,” she replied to her father’s compliment about the food. She stood between the two once her dad hung up his own jacket and introduced them. By the way her dad looked at Sawyer she could tell he wasn’t very happy. Lord knew why since Sawyer looked great (sexy as hell, though that thought was in the far, far, far back of her mind) and didn’t look like he could hurt a fly, which he couldn’t and she had told her dad that multiple times. Sawyer called him sir and Kinsley beamed. Oh he was going to do fine, she told herself reassuringly. Of course he would. He was great and no one could hate someone as amazing as him. So she left them alone, grinning as her dad chuckled a little. Maybe she was just overthinking things and her dad would end up being a lot nicer to her roommate than she imagined. As she took out the food from the oven and set the table, she listened in carefully to their conversation. She rolled her eyes when her dad told Sawyer about his night because she knew he only did it to freak out Sawyer. And then he started grilling him about getting a job. She sighed audibly and shook her head because she knew this was going to happen, but she didn’t say anything because she supposed Sawyer would be able to handle anything her dad threw at him. Kinsley had told him every scare tactic her dad would try on him, so he was fully prepared and she believed in him. Finally everything was ready and she returned to the two men. “Dinner’s ready,” she said. The three of them walked to the kitchen and Kinsley made their plates, handing her dad his first then Sawyer’s and her own. She sat opposite her dad and next to Sawyer so she’d be able to observe and examine her father. Because there was a heavy silence between them, she asked, “So how was your day, dad? Other than the bastard giving you hell I mean.” She gave him a cool stare that told him she heard every word and didn’t approve, but didn’t say as much with her words. [/style] thanks bby ♥ |
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Post by SAWYER GRAHAM RHYS on Jul 11, 2013 0:01:56 GMT
[style=width:430px; padding-top:15px; padding-bottom:15px; background-color:white; border:3px solid #301F59;] [style=padding-top:3px; padding-bottom:3px; width:400px; background-color:#301F59;][style=padding-top:20px; padding-bottom:20px; width:394px; background-color:#422E75;][style=color:white; font-family:yanone kaffeesatz; font-size:15; letter-spacing:6px; text-transform:uppercase;]i know what's at stake [/style][/style] If Sawyer could have known what was going through Kinsley mind regarding his slightly messy curls he probably would have turned bright red and started stammering like no other. Not that the thought of Kinsley kissing him would have been unpleasant by any stretch of the imagination, quite the opposite actually. After the initial awkward and scurrying to untangle themselves the couple of times they had run into each other half naked in the hallway there had been those fleeting few seconds where eyes had lingered a few seconds longer than normal. Fleeting thoughts of what if that were quickly banished to the farthest corners of his mind because it just wasn't something he should be contemplating innocent as the thoughts were really. If there was one thing he wanted it was for Kins to feel comfortable with him there in the house and really he was not even close to being the sort of guy who tried to walk around flaunting himself in front of her. Boy was a bit too bashful and humble for that sort of thing.
Thankfully he wasn't immortal and therefore her thoughts went unknown to him as he quirked a half smile at her remark assuring him he'd find a job but just to not settle for one he'd be unhappy going to everyday. That was certainly a worry but one of the least in his mind seeing as he felt more of an urgency to be able to support himself and not take any more advantage of her generosity than he had already. "I'll do my best to make sure that doesn't happen then," He returned with a slight chuckle. "With this kind of welcome waiting when I come home though I don't think you'll have to worry much about me never smiling again," Who couldn't help but smile when greeted like this after all? A tail wagging little pug and purring cat topped off with the bubbly happiness that was Kinsley Duval he really couldn't have asked for a better one.
Her encouragement at the news that he would be volunteering at the animal shelter only served to increase the side smile into a full blown grin. "You ever consider a career as a motivational speaker? Because you'd be fantastic at it," He remarked playfully, though his words were sincere enough. She would be superb at it. Somehow knowing that there was even one person out there that believed in you was enough to bolster your courage and had him believing things would work out. If not well, he didn't want to think about that just now seeing as the person central to that particular worry would be arriving soon. If there was one thing Sawyer wanted to do tonight it was make a good impression with her father. Judging from the things Kinsley had told him about the man (and she'd told him quite a bit to prepare him for tonight) he was very, very protective of his little girl. And Sawyer couldn't fault him for that seeing as there were plenty of people out there, men especially, who would have been eager to take advantage of the pretty blonde.
What Sawyer hoped to convince the man of tonight, however, was that he was not one of those said people. It wasn't too much longer after he'd come downstairs that Jackson had arrived and though a bit anxious he wasn't as nerved up as he'd feared he might be which was good. Kinsley greeted him at the door first before letting him inside and Sawyer could practically feel the heat coming from the older man's eyes as he gave him a very deliberate once over. He wondered briefly how many other guys had received that stoney glare and about peed themselves before it ended. Hoping he passed this first test of appearances he'd offered out his hand and welcomed the man with as warm a smile as possible. It was returned with the same stoic faced look although he did accept the offered hand and shook it firmly. Well he must be doing something right because he hadn't just had his hand squeezed off at the wrist so that was a plus. Kins didn't appear too anxious either which he also took as a good sign. The timer went off just then though and with a smiling word of warning to her father Kinsley headed to check the food leaving the two men alone.
As soon as the question was out of his mouth Sawyer wanted to smack himself. Of course the man had just gotten out of work. Why else would he be wearing his uniform? Too late to take it back now though and it was harmless enough of a topic, or so he figured. Jackson clearly had a different idea and used the query to launch into a rather intense sounding situation he'd found himself in right before coming over here. Quite honestly Sawyer found it all rather fascinating even if it did drive home the point that messing with this man or his daughter as the case may be was not a wise idea. Seeing as he had no intentions of doing either thing though Sawyer didn't likely feel quite as afraid as Jackson was hoping. In fact if anything he felt rather glad to know that Kinsley had someone like her dad in her life to watch out for her even if she clearly was rather adept at watching out for herself. Everyone needed someone they could trust to have their back. Nodding a bit in acknowledgement of the explanation slash intimidation tactic, Sawyer felt the first tiny wave of nerves in the pit of his stomach as Jackson asked him if he'd found a job yet.
He didn't let them last too long though before he steeled himself inwardly, remembering Kinsley's words the night before about her dad and how he'd try and freak him out as much as possible. "Not yet, sir. Pretty sure I have an application filled out at just about every respectable business in the city though so hopefully I'll hear back from someone soon," He really wasn't exaggerating when it came to the every business bit either. He had lost count of how many applications he'd filled out in the past couple of weeks. "I'm going to be volunteering at the animal shelter a few days a week while I'm looking though and hopefully that will help me get my foot in somewhere too," Probably not what the older man wanted to hear but it was the truth and that's really all Sawyer had to give him. Thankfully Kinsley came back in a moment later to announce the meal was ready and saved him from having to deal with anymore interrogations for the time being. Thing were relatively quiet as the three of them headed to the kitchen where Kinsley served them their plates of the delicious looking lasagna and proceeded to lead them to the table where she sat down next to him with Jackson across from the both.
For a moment it seemed things were going to remain rather silent until Kinsley broke it with a question as to how her dad's day had gone, the tone of her voice not passing by Sawyer's notice. Ah, so she'd heard that little story too and clearly wasn't overly impressed either.
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Post by jack on Sept 14, 2013 7:03:06 GMT
[style=width: 440px; height: 300px; background-image: url(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll89/doubledsandme/Decorated%20images/jacksoncar_zpsf10d3ed9.jpg);] brought the wrong man Analyzing was one of things he did for a living. Looking at a piece of evidence. Looking at signs of intoxication or sweating nervousness. Even if he weren’t a hunter and were simply a cop, he had plenty of practice. The fact he was a hunter just made more of those skills. The best skills you could have as a hunter was quick attention to detail. Little things. Sure, some hunters took that a little too literal and went through a whole act to hunt the damn things when the best way was just to kill it, but whatever kept them alive he supposed. There wasn’t really a bad way to stay alive. That he knew of. Jackson was doing everything he could to observe everything in the situation. The way the stranger in front of him walked. Talked. Presented himself. It was slightly frustrating for Jackson to see the man was doing very well. Every little picky detail that he was doing wrong was being taken note. There were few. Very frustrating. Nothing bugged him more than Kinsley being right about someone instead of Jackson being able to call her later and point out everything she must have missed.
Maybe it was bad of him to assume Sawyer was a bad guy. He didn’t think so. Always assume the worse in case that was indeed the situation. He’d be prepared. No surprises. Jack had never been a fan of surprises. Even a surprise birthday party, though no one had attempted at one. Which was fine. It was always a miniature celebration at the bar for living another year against the vermin and demons of the Earth. If the man was exactly what he assumed him to be, it would be easier to deal with than him thinking he messed something else. That the man could hide it extremely well. That he was an immortal playing with young women to think they lost the memory. Chills went up his spine. At least if he showed he was bad, there wasn’t going to be a single doubt. When he was all kind and nice like this, there was a million doubts in his head. What was he missing? Was there anything he was missing?
Strong firm grip. Good smile. Boy needed a haircut though. It was all messy and curly. His face was too nice. Jackson looked at him suspiciously, but didn’t have much negative to say against the man’s first impression. Even if he asked silly questions. While he pretended to be caught up in his little daily story, he watched Sawyer to watch any reaction. The man reacted as if Jackson just described himself walking through a park and rescuing a squirrel from a dog or something. In the distance, he heard the small sounds of Kinsley setting everything up properly. For a small split moment, he looked toward the hall she disappeared in and half smiled. He knew that hunters didn’t make the best hunters, but he thought he did a pretty good job, if he said so himself. Of course, the answer Sawyer was giving him was changing everything on his expression for that split second. Respectably, he did note the sir. Good choice of words, boy. ”Respectable?” He asked, raising his eyebrows as if Sawyer had suddenly said something interesting. Letting them fall again, he asked sternly, ”Like what?”
Volunteering for the animal shelter. Did this man come with a book ‘how to look as not suspicious as possible while looking suspicious?’ That was perfect. Too perfect. Like the melting dream of caring women, especially ones as caring and animal loving as Kinsley. Her dog running around as they spoke. It was too good. He knew his way around, certainly. It made him suspect why he hadn’t gotten a job yet, if he was this smooth of a talker to authorities. The immortal image couldn’t help but come in his mind again like the reoccurring nightmare. Though it was nothing of that sort, Jackson always had a hard time believing this was this simple and easy. Plus, as soon as he looked at that guy, he had the feeling. A feeling every hunter had when working as long as he had. Still, there was nothing in his personality to suggest otherwise. Which was annoying. He wished he had a can of holy water. The most he had was iron, but Kinsley might not talk to him if he smacked him aside the head with it to see the effects. Or cuffed him. Maybe something simpler? Jackson thought. But unfortunately, Kinsley called dinner ready.
Dinner was delicious. As usual. But he wasn’t focused on that. The entire time, his gaze was on Sawyer. The same stare as he had when walking in. A fly decided to go buzzing past his ear. The ideal thing to do was catch it with his fingers to show off. Jackson just smacked it, hearing a little ‘bink’ when it hit the ground. Kinsley broke the silence, and he saw her look, but wasn’t bothered by it. He didn’t do this to please Kinsley and make him favorite father of the year. He did it to make sure she was okay. She was living with this man after all! Had to go through the entire test. And scare him away if it was in his power. If it wasn’t, congrats to him. Breaking his gaze away from Sawyer, he looked at his blonde daughter, ”Other than him? Oh, nothing. There’s a detective in town who thinks he runs the place, but he’ll soon learn. They didn’t make me in charge for nothing.” A true story, actually. Fucking detective having no idea about supernaturals and what dangers they caused. Or was one himself. ”And how I know everything in this town.” Come on, couldn’t expect that type of story without something like that in the end. ”How is your work going?’ Did Sawyer know of her hunting job? He watched him. Waiting for a slipup. Just one would do.
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