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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 19:18:21 GMT -6
[nospaces]  [break] Ain't nothing like working the graveyard and expected to come in the next day a lil earlier. Usually it wouldn't rub the barkeep the wrong way; it's a job, gives em and his daughter extra spending money. (Government pays his bills but healthy food isn't cheap. Neither are his habits.) But he didn't get much sleep last night. What little time he had scheduled for it was spent staring at the ceiling counting sheep in a furious attempt to drown out a familiar ghost barking at him. Just as he got it to shut up, his alarm blares. [break][break] He stretches a hand out to slam down on the clock; fingers wrapping tight around it with the temptation to chuck it at the nearest wall. A groan escapes his lips instead, releasing his hostage in favor of moving the pillow from over top his face and glaring bleary at the red lettering; 13:00. [break][break] A minute passes before he's up. The beds taken care of first. Habit from his military days that he never could break. It's gotta be perfect; neat, orderly, tucked in the corners. He used to think the moment he was free from the required routine, he'd rebel against his instincts as a last "fuck you" to Sergeant Krupin but here he is; following the orders of the booming voice and expecting to catch a sunny smile that looks too fake to be genuine. [break][break] The telltale click of nails against hardwood is enough to break him outta his thoughts. David exhales nice and slow; like he's enjoying the slow burn of a good dark cigar between his lips. The clicks grow louder until a tiny head peers in from the crack of his door. Head tilts with bright eyes staring up at him. The pup knows better than to make a vocal noise yet, but she can't resist greeting him. S'mores hesitantly widens the crack. The door groans in protest. Reminds David that he gotta oil the thing before he busts it down in annoyance. David grunts, shifting from the bed towards the door. One habit he's broken outta is getting dressed in under what often felt like ten seconds. [break][break] He scratches the dark hairs leading down to his waist; grey sweatpants hanging a bit low on 'em and he doesn't bother grabbing a shirt. He swings the door the rest of the way open with the swift nudge of his foot. S'mores dances excitedly in place, wiggling her butt and the stub of her tail. The rottie mix gives in with a quiet boof. David grumbles; his temples pounding and the dogs excitement doesn't help that much. He turns to glare down at her; finds that he can't. Gaze softens. Dumb dogs and their innocent puppy eyes. [break][break] (Reminds him of bright eyes and a smile like the sun; white picket fence, two story house and a life he'd never have.)[break][break][break] MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by Ren Koizumi on Sept 1, 2016 23:51:34 GMT -6
Home sweet home has a funny meaning to Ren, leaving a slightly bitter aftertaste in the back of her tongue. The phrase still has a way of punching her in the guts despite finding stable ground here in this small town. Despite her growing fondness for David and the sense of familiar bond between them, the past is still driving a wedge between her and the present. Making her question how long this would last, adding gasoline to the fear this was just a dream and sooner or later, she’d wake up back in that damn apartment as a kid.
But that was the lie. The truth is she is no longer a scared little kid anymore and she wasn’t being left in the dark unwanted. At least, that’s what Ren tells herself every day. Some days it was easier to accept than others. And it helped that Giga had the terrible habit of sticking his furry butt in her face in the morning while she slept.
Like today.
At 6:30 in the morning, Ren got a face full of a silver tabby’s behind while groping around her nightstand for the alarm clock. As she found snooze button, she also successful rolled him off to the side. Despite the constant grumpy look on his face, Giga was a peaceful giant of a cat with a patience of a saint considering his housemate; S'mores, the young Rottie, who was currently prancing around the bed. As well as Ren’s main reason as to why she’s up so early on the weekend. Giga didn’t care and went back to sleep on the bed.
Ren went through her usual routine; get ready, feed S'mores and herself, let S'mores out back, and do some stretches.
“S'mores com’on.”
Ren gave a light tug on the leash as she led the rottie out the small townhouse. Considering S'mores was an energetic pup and David did graveyard shifts, it was Ren’s responsibility to take the girl on walks in the morning. But she enjoyed the company in the stillness of dawn. S'mores kept her grounded and focused, especially on bad days. Today was rather cool considering it was still summer, but it allowed Ren and S'mores to go on a longer run than usual.
It was after noon when they got back, now the sun was high sky and glaring down on the town. Reminding people it’s still summer. At least it was relatively cool inside despite the A.C. constantly threatening to breakdown. But that was tomorrow’s problem.
Sweaty and a bit tired, Ren turned on the coffeemaker and started a fresh pot. She could hear S'mores getting water, but nothing from David. Shrugging, she went upstairs and gather fresh clothes before going to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Despite starting off well this morning, the runner's high was wearing off, leaving Ren uneasy with irrational fear settling in. She had to focus on something else. Coming out of the bathroom with a band shirt and shorts and a towel around her neck, Ren hears a door swing open. She sees David with a cigar, trying to glare at S'mores. But failing. Not that she could blame him. Shoving her doubts to the side, Ren crouches down and whistles lightly to get S'mores’ attention.
“S’mores-borge,” Ren cooes as she gently squishes the fuzzy face in front of her. Now it was time to greet the grumpy old man. Shooting him a rather cocky grin, the tall teen gave him a wave.
“Morning, you do know you look like shit right?”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 0:13:36 GMT -6
[nospaces] [break] Ren’s presence is a blessing; she steals away S’mores’ attention. The rottie pup looks hesitant glances between the two before she tip-toes to safety. Whilst David hadn’t schooled his expression completely, he knows he’s starting to stare off into space. ‘Course brown eyes are directed to the duo; both his daughters together usually warmed him enough that the chilly exterior of him just waking up clinks down like armor. But he doesn’t warm up, not today. His daydreaming leads him to nothing particular; it’s almost like he’s asleep standing up right there and then. The Eastwood only snaps back into the present when Ren greets him. [break][break] “Eugh,” he growls at first, baring teeth and averting his gaze off to the side. He knows he looks like shit. He feels it too. “Watch it, mija.” Ren isn’t a dog, but just like S’mores he can’t find it in him to steel his glare to mean true danger. There’s no bite behind his bark; no heat lingering in his graveled voice. Some could dare say he looks at them fondly, if anything. Ren’s a good distraction; keeps him from going back into his mind uncovering rocks that don’t need to be touched. (She’s much more than that, of course, but right now, he’s thankful—in the past, he wasn’t so much.) [break][break] They got a routine together now; how “mornings” are done, and what expectations are had for both of them. Ren takes care of feeding the animals and kicking S’mores outside or taking her on a morning walk. David got the night before he goes to work and takes S’mores around after he arrives home dead tired before he sleeps. He gets most her energy out so she isn’t a pain in the ass for Ren to deal with later. [break][break] He shifts, jutting his chin in the vague direction of the stairs. Downstairs easily meant two things; living room or the kitchen. It’s the same thing he grumbles about every morning though; “Coffee?”[break][break][break] MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by Ren Koizumi on Sept 2, 2016 1:26:20 GMT -6
To most people, David was a frightful presence to be in, regardless if he just woke up or roaring with anger. But to Ren, he was just a grumpy old man who kept popping back into her life. Until he made it more constant, more familiar. Granted, even as a child, he was never scary to her. Especially since he was dating that woman at the time and no one could scare Ren like she did. Not even when David growls at her with a warning.
“If you say so David,” Ren hummed with a short laugh.
She continued to scratch the back of S’mores’ ear. She drops the cockiness and gives a more generous smile as the pup leans into her hand. As a child she never thought something as simple as this could be in reach. Under a nice roof and living with a parent figure who felt like family, even a cute dog and oversized cat. This was frankly paradise if it weren’t for a nagging feeling.
At least David’s here.
As usual he was asking about coffee without much effort as he gestured to the kitchen.
“Sí,” Ren chimed before getting up. Moving toward the stairs with S’mores trailing behind, she pauses for a moment and scrunches up her nose. “At least get a shirt before coming down.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 17:51:12 GMT -6
[nospaces] [break] He didn’t have to ask, really. The smell of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air strong enough to give him his answer, but it’s a ritual that David isn’t willing to break. His eyes roll as Ren scrunches up her nose, looking at him as if she hasn’t seen him strolling around in his own home without a shirt on before. [break][break] Regardless, he takes the time to stride back into his room and pick a worn Orioles t-shirt from a drawer. Lazily dressing himself, he rubs a hand through his messy curls—trying to tame a few that stuck in odd directions. Grunting in frustration when they refused to cooperate, he leaves it for later. Coffee’s callin’ his name. [break][break] Following the path downstairs that Ren and S’mores took not a few minutes later, the Eastwood slouches his shoulders; he approaches the out-dated kitchen with more energy than he thought he had, honestly. As always, his chipped red mug is sitting next to the machine. He fills it with coffee, takes a few long sips and savors the taste the warm taste. (One foot absentmindedly scratching the other leg.) Reminds him he needs to vacuum later because between the pup and Giga, there is hair everywhere. [break][break] Filling the cup back, he finally leaves the kitchen behind in favor of flopping on his corner of the worn beige couch. Feet prop up onto the wooden and glass coffee table. He grabs the remote, clicks it onto the weather channel at low volume as per usual. His attention flicks to Ren, though. [break][break] “Thanks.”[break][break][break] MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by Ren Koizumi on Sept 2, 2016 21:30:09 GMT -6
So used to the old man’s lack of verbal responses, Ren gave a silent laugh of triumph as David went back into his room. With nothing else to say, she headed down the worn out stairs that landed right by the front door. By now S’mores found the extra space to pass her and headed for her bed. Unsurprisingly the young Rottie was quick to fall into a peaceful lumber as Ren went about her next set of routine.
While living with David has affected her taste for food, Ren was never one for completely black coffee. For her it was a good splash of half & half and a spoonful of sugar that made her coffee perfect. Of course sometimes she would dabble and add some extra spices for a kick here and there. But not today. Just plain and simple and hopefully void of any cat hair. Giga, the owner of said hair had moved downstairs and was on the counter by the mugs, eyeing the carton of half & half.
This would’ve been somewhat cuter if Giga was a small short haired tabby, but he wasn’t. By now Ren was pretty sure he was some mix of Maine Coon or another large cat breed with long hair. Even if he was graceful as any other cat, he was still too big to cross the counter without brushing past the dishes, mainly the mugs and hot pot of coffee.
“Giga,” Ren warned with a light tone as she picked him up. Even in her arms, he looked like a giant furball squirming around. He of course meowed in protest as she let him down. “No going on the counter.”
With him clear of the coffee and her half & half, Ren went back and finished up. By the time she puts away everything, David reappeared, now fully clothed. She gave him a wave before taking her coffee into the living room. However, she didn’t touch the remote once she sat down. Instead Ren was checking her phone left on the coffee table as she took sips of her coffee and stretched her legs onto the table. She glanced up when David sat down on his side of the couch and flipped on the t.v.
“No problem.” Ren lift her mug up as if to do a cheer before glancing at a new message. She had to laugh at the absurdity of the Yik Yak thread for the possible murders in town. While the original post sounds valid, what came next were spitballs of ideas of why. The usual comments of aliens and strange creatures came about. Ren was quick to go to the idea of the mafia using Anytown as their dumping ground. But she was also amused by the idea that there was a cryptid making the small town its feeding ground.
Turning to David, Ren went with a casual manner, “Hey David, have you heard anything about the dead bodies turning up?” A pause. “Ya know, like anyone talking about it at work?”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 13:59:57 GMT -6
Ren’s glued to her phone again. Sometimes David thinks he should be like other guardians; snapping at the sight of damn technology but he favors no better. The man has two phones, a tablet and a hulking desktop that's seen better days. Hell, he's leaned back like a professional couch potato glaring at the television screen as local weatherwoman Sarah chats on in a sing-song tone about predictions for the upcoming week. She puts a manicured hand in front of her mouth and laughs at a humorless joke from her co-worker. David rolls his eyes and takes a long sip of his coffee. Ren laughs, however, and brown eyes glance at her in silent question. It's either one of her friends, tumblr or her new obsession with Yik Yak.
He doesn't expect for her to meet his gaze. Raising a thick eyebrow, the Eastwood moves his cup down from his lips. It's no surprise that Ren’s already heard the news about the bodies. (Rather, he would have been shocked if she remained oblivious to it.) David gives a nod with a grunt of affirmation. He's heard about it all right. Got his hands deep into it, and maybe the curious teen thinks he knows more than the public eye. She isn't wrong, but it isn't how she thinks; he swears. He might have been a bodyguard of a shady business that held ties to the mafia but he isn't a criminal himself.
"Stuff like that doesn't happen here," he grumbles. "It's got all the locals spooked. Ms Smith thinks it's God punishing us." Lips quirk with a silent laugh at the thought. In his core, David's a religious man. He was raised on it, ate it up and has a cross neckless he wears with his dogtags. But the woman is loco. Same with all the other whispers of aliens and mythical beasts doing it. It's just a human that thinks they're above the law. David's determined to catch 'em, have 'em meet their maker and send 'em to the government wrapped in chains and topped with a pink bow.
He shifts his shoulders, adjusts his posture so he's directed towards Ren and sets his coffee on the table. The soft edges of his face harden; he looks more like a military commander than he does a concerned father. "I don't want you going anywhere near those woods. No going out alone after dark, either. Stay by the house for awhile." He knows he's caging her and clipping her wings again, but David tells himself that it's for her own good. The last he needs is to find her like he did those kids. "Got it?"
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