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 Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 6:23 pm
 Lenna listened, not glancing at Lyle. Her gaze actually moved to her sister. She allowed the panic to flow into her gaze, relaying her feelings to her sister. But it was there only briefly. She would show no more emotion than necessary to convey her feelings to her sister. There was no way she would take the chance of Lyle seeing her. Her dark eyes fell down to the tea in her hand as she took a sip. It was good, but it wasn't what she wanted. No, what she wanted was chocolate, the best comfort food in the world.
As her eyes moved to her hands they trailed up her arms, over the gloves. Now she craved her knife. Silver slicing into her skin, the blood running down her wrist, that was better than any food. Blood and chocolate, it was the best comfort she had had in years. But now, with a detective there, she couldn't run to her room, couldn't grab her blade and bring the relief she needed to get a grip on what the hell was going on.
It took her a moment to realize Lyle had asked a question to both her sister and her. She heard her sister's response and caught the missed question from it. "A relationship?" The words came out shaky. Her last relationship no one had known about. She had pretended to be working while she went out with her ex-boyfriend. When they broke up, after the entire mess between them, no one even noticed her slipping more into herself, no one noticed the change. she slept more now, ate even less, barely emerged from her room.... "No, I'm in no relationship either."
((I apologize for not being on yesterday, Dreaded. I slept all afternoon and through the night.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 12:37 pm
 "Detective...yes, you are correct." His tone of voice was low, almost defeated. The recent memories of the day flicked behind his eyes and in a few seconds he had witnessed his horrific morning over again. Tears surfed behind his eyelids, behind his hands that covered them for a few moments. It was as if he were preparing for the bad news from an oncologist. Lyle placed his hands by his sides and looked over to the box on the floor beside him. Even though the lid was on, he knew what was waiting for him on the other side. The detective sighed and opened the lid of the box. There laid the picture of their mother, dead as a doornail on the floor. Lyle quickly picked up the picture to show the post-it note on the back. "Don't end up like her. That's what I was told today in an anonymous phone call. The number is untraceable, a prepaid phone, and the phone call was too short. I woke up today thinking I was going to grab my usual apple danish and coffee and look through the case files on my desk. While sitting down with the paper at the little shop I go to for my usual, I noted that a man in a suit was staring at me. A little irked, I put down my paper and called out to the guy. "Hey. You looking for someone around here?" A small smirk shriveled his lips and at that moment I knew he was looking for me. The strange character came over and told me he was from the government. I sighed and thought,"Only I could break a law without knowing it". But I hadn't done anything wrong. To be a tad more specific, I had done everything right, except for stepping into the shop this morning. I was told I'd been offered the chance to work on a high priority case. Now, if there's one thing I've learned in my life its that when the government offers you something they really mean you have to take it or they'll make your life a living hell until you do. So, I took the case and was then told I'd receive everything I'd need in a box on my desk. I didn't really believe him until I walked into my office and found this box. "Don't end up like her." That's what the man on the phone said to me after giving me your address. I tried to get some answers from him, but he hung up on me while I was in mid sentence."
Anger, rage, desperation, and thirst wrapped around his head to for a headache. There was nothing more he wanted now than to get this case cleared up. Still, it didn't seem like either of them were going to budge and tell something and if they did it would be the same thing they said years ago. Lyle tried to shake his headache away as he stood up and continued his long winded speech. "I don't know what I've gotten myself into, but I know I really didn't choose to take your case and everyone is telling me not to end up like your mother. I don't want to get shot in the head and I don't know why there'd be any reason for me to fear getting that way. You are one of the Altair sisters, correct? All I'm asking is for you to explain to me what the heck happened so that I can get my life off of the line. It sounds selfish, I know, but anyone in my position would say the same. Please try to understand how confused and paranoid I feel and let me help you so I can help myself. And maybe you don't want to be helped. If that's the case, could you live with endangering the lives of two little girls, my sisters? Please, I've got two little sisters, parents, and a dog who chatters when he's happy and wheezes when he wants attention. I have a feeling I'm not the only one in trouble. Don't let them take my family and my blue haired dog away from me." The tone of his words spelled the distress in his cranial cavity. Lyle's head beat like a drum. The sudden influx of stress was really taking a toll on both his physical and mental state. His legs wobbled beneath him even though he demanded he stand to make a point. Then the snowy screen came him and swallowed his sight. Lyle closed his eyes and fell to his left, thwacking his head on the arm of the sofa and miraculously missing the floor with his face.
Lyle wasn't really accustomed to random fainting spells. In fact, he had only really blacked out when under too much stress and mental anguish. It is the way his body reboots itself before starting back up and reassessing the situation in a more calm manner. Still, the injury to the back of his head was enough for a concussion. Lyle not only couldn't resist his body's shut down tactic, but he got himself injured in the process. So, there he laid on the floor, as active as a decapitated teddy bear in Toys R Us, at 12:41 PM.
((Its completely fine. I didn't post in a month. We'll just call it reciprocity. XD ))
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The Dreaded Warning Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 3:56 pm
Lenna watched Lyle fall, shock showing in her features. Immediately she moved to him, kneeling by his side. "Lyle? Are you alright?" She shook him gently, concern flooding into her voice. She was concerned about the detective before her, and she was trying to rationally think over what to do. "Charlotte, stay here, I'm going to get a cold wash rag."
She ran to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth from under the sink and rinsing it in cold water. Her movements were rushed and it barely took her two minutes before she was kneeling back beside the detective. When she returned she placed it on his forehead, trying to not resort to dousing him in water. She moved it gently around his face, hoping he would wake up. Why had he fell? What was wrong with him. "Lyle, wake up." She pleaded with the still detective. She was almost panicking.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 5:01 pm
 Charlotte froze instantly as Lyle dropped to the floor. Eyes wide, she watched as her sister was faster to respond.
Finally, her inner instincts kicked in and she hurried over to the fallen detective. Grabbing the dish towels hanging, she shifted him to lie on his back and made a make shift pillow to cradle his neck and no doubt injured head.
Tapping at his cheek gently, she watched as Lenna placed the cool rag on his forehead. Her eyes were calm, along with her actions, but inside her heart was moving a mile a minute. If he sister acted this way around a complete stranger, then if her sickness ever took a turn for a worse, she could never show Lenna the effects. Scared in this resolve she looked at the clock. It had been 12:42 when he had become unconscious and now it was 12:45. He was out for to long. Her tapping became urgent but none less soft.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 7:11 pm
The situation at hand was hardly the situation inside the detective's head. Slowly, he arose from the blackness and into a dreamlike state. Wheeze! Chatter, chatter, chatter. Wheeze! Ollie, his blue haired companion, skittered over to him. Lyle was sitting in the middle of a grassy field and staring directly into the sun. Oddly enough, it didn't hurt his eyes. Ruff! Ollie's nose repeatedly nudged the side of his face. Giggling, the detective reached up and wrapped his arms around the body of Ollie and sighed. Then the sun grew dim and the grass became the hard floor below him. At exactly 12:46pm, the detective found himself in the middle of his hands around Charlotte's waist. She was Ollie. Lyle froze. "...I...how did I..." The cloth under his fingers was of a woman's attire. Red poured over his face and grew more intense as he found himself unable to move from shock. His words were slurred bits of sounds mixed in with visually disorganized lips. Feeling flowed down from his fingers and through to his face. The cold, damp cloth, once a thing of pressure, became identified as a strange unidentified object. "THERE'S SOMETHING ON MY FACE!!!!" Lyle gasped and tried to shimmy away from the coldness, still semi-paralyzed. Twenty seconds crawled by before he realized what it actually was. Embarrassment coiled around him as he removed his motionless hands from around Charlotte or at least the space she occupied at the time of his reaching and absorbed his surroundings. He had fallen to the floor from overload. Lyle's blush softened as he looked away from the two ladies. "I'm sorry. My body shuts down when everything overloads. Its kind of like a computer rebooting. Ugh...would either of you two have a license to drive a car? I have the sneaking suspicion that I'll be unable to properly drive home. I think I've caused you two enough trouble, falling down and all."
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 7:21 pm
 As Noah leisurely waltzed down the suburban streets, he raised his left wrist into his field of vision to glance at his watch. The hands of the watch told the time as 12:39 PM, but he knew that his watch was always an hour off. Passing houses for a long time, he felt his thoughts drift away from him. He thought back first to an hour ago, flashes of his little psychological tantrum playing back in front of his eyes. Then, much to his horror, his memory skipped back to seven years ago. When his life and the lives of his family were shattered into countless shards. All because of him. Before he lost control again, he snapped back into reality upon arriving across the street from the house. His old house.
Noah had made a habit of walking by the house every week to try and reawaken his happy memories. A part of him was always afraid of being discovered, but apparently his disguise was more effective than he thought. He had even walked directly into the city police station and stayed there for a full ten minutes, and not a single officer had managed to identify him. He took a good, long look at his old property, when he eventually noticed something out of the ordinary. He spotted a car parked on the street in front of the house, meaning that his daughters must have had a visitor. Curious, he crossed the street and paced up the path to the house, looking back down at his watch for a time check. At this time it had said 12:47 PM, meaning that it was almost a quarter to one o' clock. As lazy thoughts of re-tuning his watched drifted into his mind, he heard unintelligible voices laced with pangs of panic. He himself froze, thinking that one of his daughters might be injured, or worse. He made for the front door and readied to knock, when he drew back in hesitation. Looking at the small window on the door, he took a split second to confirm that the elements of his disguise were still in place, his eyes blue and his hair blonde. Reassured that he would be unrecognized, he extended a fist and knocked on the door with a sense of urgency. "Hello, is there anybody in there?" He had managed to flawlessly transition his typical deep voice into a light tone with a slight English accent, perfected from years of practice to hide himself. "I was walking by and heard a noise from outside the house, is somebody hurt? Please, is everything alright?"
((I apologize for not posting in so long. I've been trying to make my own thread more appealing for other members of the guild. Either my topic just plain sucks, or people are frightened of the term "mutant". -_-'))
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 7:36 pm
Charlotte blushed furiously. How could she not? A man she had just met placed his arms around her waist.
Sucking in a breath, she gnawed on her lower lip. “Lenna. I can take him home. Anyways, I still have yet to alert work and I left a painting at school. Your welcome to come with though.”
Lottie was rather distraught by his sudden outburst and wanted more than anything some answers.
Smiling forcefully, she helped him rest against the cabinet. “Rest here. We’ll get you home in no time.” Taking the rag up again, she wetted it at the sink with warm water this time and placed it back on his forehead.
“Try not to move so suddenly again.” Charlotte smoothed out his hair and then went to her sister straightening her shirt. “Lenna can you do me a favor? I need my jacket and my purse their sitting on my bed. Don’t worry I think he just needs to sit for a bit and then will get him home.” She smiled reassuringly and brushed back a strand hand of her hair in a soothing gesture. That was until she heard faint knocks at the door and an urgent calling towards the household family. Groaning she motioned for her sister to stay where she was.
Jogging she grimaced as her sickness flared. Pausing at the steps she gathered her composure before opening the door with a bright smile.
"Oh I'm terribly sorry to disturb you sir. You see my sisters and I had a friend over and well we created a play. Thats all." She tilted her head to the side with a puzzled glance. "Are you apart of this neighborhood. I don't believe I've seen you around here before." Her facade was flawless, perfect. Charlotte was so easily able to turn on a fake personaliity.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 7:50 pm
Once Lyle awoke Lenna was shocked to see his arms around her sister's waist. She sat there, mouth almost wide open, trying to figure out why the hell this detective was touching her sister. Once Charlotte began to speak though everything seemed fine. She nodded at her sister's words. "I don't mind coming with you." She pulled herself up off the floor and turned her back on the two, making her way up the stairs. She had heard the knock at the door, heard her sister answer it, but wasn't really interested in who was there.
Once upstairs Lenna went into her elder sister's room and smiled when she saw the things she was sent to retrieve. After picking them up she carried both of the things back down the stairs. Her sister was still at the door and curiosity peaked in her as she wondered who else could have decided to visit them. "Who is it, Charlotte?" She asked, peeking around her sister to the man on the doorstep. She didn't recognize him at all. Now she definitely was curious.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 8:06 pm
Charlotte stuttered, taking her things from her sister. "I'm not quite sure actually he just heard our play from the street." She glanced back at Lenna hoping she caught the message.
"Well Sir, I must apologize but the uh the theater awaits." Smiling awkwardly, she hoped this man would take his leave. She was skiddish around strangers, especailly this one. He had an odd way about him.
Sighing she fidgeted nervously. "Oh dear. I believe I left the toast burning. I should attend to that."
God I sound like a damn house wife that only cares about her shoes and freakish life!
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 9:02 pm
Looking at his daughters before him, Noah simply gave a weak smile. "I'm terribly sorry. My name is Nathan Albrook, and no, I don't live in this neighborhood. I walk through this neighborhood every week to keep active, and I couldn't help but hear your little scene." As he paused, he could hear Eden chastising him in the back of his mind.
Wow, you actually had the balls to go right up to the door. Eden chuckled maliciously, relishing the scene. I guess you should be thankful that your daughters are too stupid to remember what your actual face looked like.
Shut your mouth! Noah remained calm on the outside, but in his head he was screaming back at the other voice with unparalleled rage. Don't speak of my daughters in such a manner, you miserable, spiteful creature!
Quickly bringing himself back to reality, Noah averted his gaze to the side, seemingly ashamed to actually be up so close to the house. "I best be on my way. I can tell when people are uncomfortable around me." Turning to walk away, he looked back over his shoulder and raised a hand as a gesture of goodbye. "I pray your problems rectify themselves soon enough. I'm sorry I couldn't be of any assistance." Facing forward once more, Noah paced down the lawn towards the street with a slight rapid pace. He didn't know what was happening with his daughters, but recognizable or not, he didn't want to take the chance of making things worse.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 11:04 pm
Lenna watched the man go, her eyes locked on him. There was something too familiar about him, it sent a shiver down her spine. Her first thought was about her father, but she hadn't seen the man in almost eight years. And as far as she remembered he didn't look like that. And there was absolutely no reason for her father to approach them in any kind of disguise. But she couldn't help but wonder, so she whispered quickly to her sister. "Charlotte, did that man seem familiar in any way to you?" She wanted to know if it was just her imagination or if her sister had noticed it too.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:26 pm
"Familiar." The word sat on Charlottes tongue causing a stale taste to arise. Gnawing at her bottom lip, she watched as the stranger walked on, and before it became to obvious of their stares, Lottie shut the door, shooing Lenna in.
Not wanting to confirm her sisters fears, she merely smiled and headed towards the kitchen. "Don't worry. Were safe here." Swallowing her fears and disquieting thoughts, she hurried back to Lyles's side.
"Still hanging in there?" She cocked her head to the side and rewashed the cloth on his forehead so it was cold again.
Replacing it, she smiled brightly. "All right. Lets get you home."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 12:44 am
The hard wood of the cabinet felt odd against his back, almost soft. Lyle hardly felt conscious at this point. Charlotte's soft finger tips swept across his forehead as they brush the hair away from his face. Oh how he enjoyed the soft touch of a woman. The only other female to touch his face with such care was his mother and that was years ago. Besides, he'd grown out of that. All 22 year old males grew out of that. "I feel..." Lyle's eyes drifted half open and tried to focus on the room before him. Thankfully, it wasn't moving. "...I feel...ACK!" Pain coiled around the back of his head and Lyle squirmed on the floor. There was nothing like coming back to the conscious world in pain. Drooping his head forward, the detective. Then came the knock at the door. Something about the man on the other side irked him. Who's voice was that? Where did he come from? Why does he sound...so...familiar? Familiar?! Lyle jerked himself forward to stand, but just found himself diving right back onto the floor. Thankfully, he missed the table leg and slid right under the table before the couch. Pain whacked at him again. "ACCK! OW!" At the second sign of pain, Lyle pushed himself up and hit is head on the underside of the table. Life was growing worse by the second, especially since he looked like a ditched loaf of bread on the bottom shelf of a bakery. The detective manuveured himself carefully out from under the table and back to the cabinet, leaning safely back. That's when the man's voice spoke of going. Lyle jumped to his feet, stumbling forward and nose diving onto the couch. It was another failed attempt to get to the door. Mustering all the strength he had, Lyle stood up and then watched as the door closed. Defeat. "NO! Bring him back! Bring him back!" Lyle found himself falling towards the door and began a forceful walk. Things were oddly getting better as he gained ten feet. "Please..." The word trailed from his lips as he drifted forward and against Lenna who was standing near a wall, glasses falling down to the tip of his nose. His legs buckled, leaving his hands to help him decend. What the hell'd he hit?! Lyle opened his eyes a bit more as he shrank in height from weakness. Only seconds later did he find himself mentally in front of Lenna, staring into her eyes from inches away. A disoriented smile wrinkled his face as he looked over his glasses to her. "Hello." And then he couldn't handle it. Lyle's body fell into Lenna and sank to the floor. If she didn't kneel down and hold his shoulders, he'd fall back and hit the floor with the back of his head again.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 12:58 am
Lenna gasped as he fell forward toward her. When he opened his eyes and spoke she couldn't help but return his hello, though hers came out more as a question. What was wrong with this detective? Had he hit his head a little too hard? she began to speak but then he fell again, this time straight into her. "s**t." The one word slipped between her teeth as she gritted them against his weight. Lenna was small and she definitely could not hold up Lyle's weight on her own. She slid down to the floor, thankful it was there to help her. From there she was able to lay him down, though she felt she should elevate his head. With nothing around she decided to rest his head on her lap as she tried to see if he was still conscious. "Lyle?" She said, touching his face gently at first. "Are you okay?" She knew it was dumb to ask someone who had just come out of a concussion if he was okay, but she was almost panicky. She had heard him call out to not let the man at the door go. She was eager to learn what that had been about. Lenna smacked his face lightly, trying to wake him without hurting him. "Lyle, get up right this minute!" She hadn't known what else to say. She just wanted him to wake up
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The Dreaded Warning Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 1:17 am
Lenna's body against his felt...oh ho ho ho. Lyle had only be this close to five women in his life. Four of them were those around him when he had his accidents. So, now you can see how much contact he's had with other people in his life. The warmth from Lenna's body made his vital signs go back to normal. It was as if she were some healing mage. Lenna yelled at him to get up, which was the only reason why his heart jumped for a bit. The flashback of his mother screaming at him always made him jumpy. Lyle nuzzled against her lap and opened his eyes slightly to look up at her. The way the light was shining made her look like an angel. "Judging by your reactions, I'm not dead yet, but...you do look like an angel." The line was so sweet that even he blushed. Just being there on the floor with her made him feel better and this made him smile. "I'm sorry for all of this." Still a little limp, Lyle reached into his pocket and grabbed his keys, dropping them on her lap. Then he reached for his coat pocket for his cellphone. It was the closest thing to a clock. Still, his coat was in the other room so all he did was grope himself until the fabric contrast set in. Lyle sighed and closed his eyes. Today was horrible. "My car is a stick shift. If you don't know how to drive it, I can always control the shifter. Just....be careful. I don't want you getting hurt. Not only would that be terrible, but the precinct would have a ball with it. Detective Lyle Smith hurts his victims after falling victim to his accident prone self. Oh yes. I can see it. Make fun of the nice guy." The pain he had at the back of his head was relieved by the contact with her legs. All that was left was a little nagging ache.
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