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Post by keiran on Oct 10, 2012 23:47:32 GMT -6
 Keiran had never really given it a try before, but he found that tracking the scene of someone that he was particularly focused on was actually not that hard. It was like the air was fresher out here, and there was little interference from the cars or factories of the city life he was used to. Maybe being in the American wilderness was doing something for him. Ever since he came out here, his anger was so much easier to control. He didn't find himself getting mad at the world just for sticking a middle finger at him once and a while. In fact, he found that he would be perfectly content living out in the middle of the woods for the rest of his life. Imagine that. Kei, the street boy, happy to live out the rest of his years in a pup tent.
Of course, he didn't want to do it alone... And that was where Violet came into all this. Maybe it was because she had been the first real interaction that he had had with another person since he came to Virginia. Maybe it was this new found kinship that he felt with his wolf. Whatever it was, he found his mind obsessing over her, the way that only the calming power of music had been able to focus him before. When he thoughts turned to Vi was the only time is primal nature got uppity, and needed to roam. He did not know what he did the last full moon, no memory coming to his mind as usual, but he did know that he had woken up farther away from where he had started than ever before.
It was this ever present image in his head about Violet that had him wandering away from the camp. “Tracking” was not exactly on Keiran's skill set list, but “hitting and missing the scent in the wind” was one that he had in strides. Took finesse and luck, but sure enough, there he was, standing at the edge of the woods that smelled of Violet, strangers, and blood. Vi had told him that she lived in a house that was not far from where they had first met, and that there were other people who lived there, too, but already he could feel the history of the building. Maybe Slayers just brought that kind of weight to the air with them.
This weight had him hesitating at the treeline a few extra moments, before he stepped out and approached the front door. The importance of such a simple event had him fully clothed,shoes, pants, and t-shirt, an outfit clearly purchased from a Goodwill or fetched from a clothing drive. It was still his best ratty t-shirt. The fraying at the edges looked kind of fashionable and intentional. He didn't hesitate after that first step, though, knowing that if he stopped, he was going to end up freezing in the middle of the driveway. His wolf was at an unease. Yes, Vi was there in that house (maybe) but so where a bunch of other predators that would have it out of them. So he walked. And he rang the bell. The rest was in God's hands.
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Post by angel on Oct 11, 2012 9:44:42 GMT -6
Pacing back and forth through the kitchen, he was waiting for Buffy to come home. Right now he wasn't really sure where she was at other than the fact that she clearly wasn't home. He'd run into some old...associates (as he refused to call them friends) last night and knew he had to tell her right away. Both Darla and Drusilla were back in town which meant nothing but bad news for all of them. Both of them had also returned without souls which didn't surprise him, but only made the term bad news carry even more umph than first anticipated. What in the hell they wanted with him he felt like he knew, but refused to admit it to himself. However if Buffy somehow found out that he'd run into them and he didn't tell her, it would only be worse on him at that point. After not telling Katheryn about Connor or vice versa he needed this to be out in the open. He didn't feel like being berated for keeping things from people again. He knew it was going to piss the slayer off and defeat her emotionally, but he hadn't felt like he had a choice.
So, he paced. Back and forth, back and forth, never missing a beat. It was now getting later and later by the second and she still wasn't home. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his cell phone. Flipping it open (yes, it was ancient) he dialed Buffy's phone number and waited for her to pick up. However she didn't pick up. It rang and rang and finally it went to her voicemail message. As he wasn't the kind of man to leave a message he simply flipped it shut. "Damn it!" he yelled, frustrated. Where in the hell was she that she couldn't even pick up the damned phone? She yelled at him about the exact same thing a countless amount of times and yet she was doing it anyways.
Stomach growling, he opened up the fridge and pulled out his bag from the butchers. Taking out a bag of hog's blood, he put the paper bag full of pouches back into the fridge and shut the door. Next he grabbed a mug out of the cabinet and emptied the bag's contents into it. Throwing the bag away he popped the mug into the microwave and waited until it was done it had beeped. Taking a swig off the mug he let it roll down his throat with ease. While it didn't make him feel completely better, it did help a little bit. Perhaps he was cranky because he'd been hungry. Finishing off the mug he rinsed it out and set it into the sink. As he did this, door bell rang. Unfortunately enough he knew it wasn't Buffy as she wouldn't ring the bell.
Stepping out of the kitchen and through the living room he found himself in the foyer. Opening the door, he found a blonde boy standing before him. However the scents of a wolf soon reached his nose and he realized he wasn't a boy at all. Suspicious, he eyed the boy for a moment before speaking. "Can I help you?" he asked, though his voice was weary. Why would a werewolf be on their doorstep? Their lives could not get any weirder at this point.
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Post by keiran on Oct 15, 2012 20:23:26 GMT -6
Kei could see the entire moment playing out in his head. He would knock on the door... he would ring the doorbell... or maybe she knew he was here even before he gave some indication. And when the door opened, she would be standing there, just getting ready to head out for the evening anyway... or she was just about to sit down to dinner, wouldn't he join her? He would take her by the hand and hold her close, breathing in her comforting scent... he grab her fiercely and kiss her fiercer until her lips wants to fall off... She would take him in the house, and he could see where she lived and even meet her friends.. She would lead him out the door, and she would patrol with him at her back, and the tension between them would grow, and grow until... Some time after dinner he would kiss her softly... He would fuck her against the wall of a back alley nightclub.
All right, so maybe he didn't know exactly how it was going to go. For all he knew, she could see him and slam the door into his snout. A man was allowed to fantasize, though, so he would let his imagination run free. Of course, these fantasies were very easily interrupted when a dark haired, dark eyed man around a half a foot taller than him answered the door instead of the petite red haired beauty that he was expecting.
That was not to say that the man in the doorway was unattractive. In fact, as Keiran gave him the once over that predators are famous for, this man was anything but. He had a beast of his own inside, Keiran could tell. Like the one he had felt in Vi... but different... Older but younger... And, Keiran had a sneaky suspicion, not as much fun. Either way, he was not here for him. He was here for one particular lady, and no one else was really going to do.
"You... are not Violet..." he said, not really wanting his Estuary accent to sneak through, allowing his more street-versed West London accent to win out the day. "Unless you are Violet wearing a man suit, in which case, is there something you need to tell me?" His tone was pure snark, and a little bit playful, if not irreverent. The grin that he wore on his face matched his tone. In fact, the only thing that belied his more playful manner was the slight adjustment in his body language. That, he could not help. It was a predator meeting another predator, whoever this man was, and Keiran's instinct was to not back down. So he squared off his stance, and met the stranger head on, smiling all the while.
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Post by angel on Oct 20, 2012 19:26:22 GMT -6
Big brown eyes looked warily at the young pup that stood before him. Simply by the smell and the boy's attitude he could tell he was rather...young. Whether a born werewolf or a made, he didn't seem to be all that experienced. Surely Angel's scent had hit his snout by now? It seemed that it by how the boy seemingly fluffed his own feathers and stuck out his chest. It was pretty amusing if Angel had to say so himself. For the boy's sake he hoped he wouldn't keep up the attitude for long. Frustrated enough from Buffy's lack of answering her phone, he was already in a bad mood to start. They gave each other the once over before the boy's eyes were back up to his. Angel regarded him carefully, but leaned up against the door frame with his hands crossed over his chest.
At the mention of the redheaded slayer his eyebrows raised for a moment, the look of amusement no longer spread across his features. "No, I am not" he spoke flatly. If the kid thought he was getting through this door and at one of the slayers living here, he had another thing coming. Besides Violet wasn't even home at the moment anyways. Of course he wasn't going to offer up that information unless he felt it alright to. If the man was here talking to Angel, that meant that Violet was momentarily safe from whatever he wanted her for. Ignoring the kid's comment he simply huffed, looking out behind the kid into the driveway before drawing his eyes back into the wolf's. "What business do you have with her?"
Perhaps it wasn't his business to be getting into Violet's business, but he didn't care. Anyone that wanted into this house had to be carefully watched. Outsiders usually meant bad news for the most part, in his experience. Plus there were a lot of people here and he wasn't going to risk any of their safety. The potentials roaming the house may not be his favorite but that didn't mean he was going to risk their lives but allowing a mangy mutt into the house. Though sometimes their googly eyes at him made him uncomfortable...Nonetheless, he forced himself to look at the wolf once again. Predatory and even primal eyes bore into his as if it were some kind of staring contest. When the boy blinked first, Angel spoke. "We don't exactly allow random wolves to come inside" he said, again his voice flat, moving to stand up straight and in front of the door. One wrong move and he was going to get it slammed in his face. One really wrong move and he was going to get his ass thrown off the porch. Angel found the man's smile unnerving. Did he find himself intimidated? Not in the slightest, only slightly aggravated. Hopefully the kid would have the right answers for him...
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Post by keiran on Oct 26, 2012 1:46:54 GMT -6
If Keiran was put off by the vampire's gruff attitude, then he didn't show it. Frankly, Kei was used to being judged. Back home, he would have gotten worse by now if he had just shown up on the doorstep of a stranger, asking to see their... daughter? Nah, the man looked too young to have father a spit fire like Vi. Brother, maybe? There was something Irish in his features that Keiran, a native to the UK himself, was able to pick out, and Vi defiantly inherited her hair from the Irish or Scottish side of the Isles. It would certainly explain why he was being so protective. Good! Vi should have someone looking out for her like that, protecting her from the men like Kei in the world.
Not that Kei was here for anything too nefarious, but the Irish and the English did not exactly have a reputation of working well either each other, even if the gang that Kei ran with was pro-IRA. "We met out in the woods the other night. Touch of a wendigo problem out there..." he explained about his meeting Vi in the forest. They did meet there, and they did light a wendigo on fire, and both of them did get hurt. He just didn't want to tell the brother/vampire man that his wolf had latched onto the red head as its new obsession, that there were things about that night that he couldn't stop thinking about as a man. "I just wanted to make sure she was all right... She was bleeding something fierce. It's how I tracked her scent, blood being potent and all."
The dominance war had been close to non-intentional, the fact that he was ever doing it coming down on him when he finally needed to blink. Damn! Of course this other guy didn't need to blink. If the scent coming off of him was any indication, he would guess that the stranger in the doorway was a vampire, though Keiran could honestly say he had never met one before. He had not been entirely sure that they even existed, but that was just so stupid to think.
"Sorry about the," Keiran pointed to his own eyes, and then to the general area in front of him, indicating the space between him and the vamp, "staring thing. I'm a bit of a green wolf here. You're popping a supernatural cherry, as it were. Never met a vampire before!" Unfortunately, there was nothing that he could really do to suppress the alpha aura that he was born with. It was the thing that was keeping the squirrels away from his camp, it was the thing that made him seem bigger and badder. that frightened away the weaker minded of strangers. Not the case here, no doubt...
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Post by angel on Oct 26, 2012 10:44:21 GMT -6
As far as he knew, Violet was not currently home and he couldn't help but be thankful for that. Not only had he been exceptionally bored but he was also frustrated that Buffy hadn't been answering her phone. The distraction was a welcome one even if the boy himself wasn't welcome. He knew that not all werewolves were monsters, as he'd known Oz. However he also knew that Oz was one of many who did not embrace their primal nature. Most werewolves accepted and even enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. Nina had been very primal herself, though she hadn't been a murderer of any kind. The two had actually had a decent relationship though it'd been based mostly on sex. It was nothing if not dismal, and he'd grown tired of it before too much time had passed. She was a nice woman and he would still help her out if she ever called on him, but he wasn't going to go out and look for her.
Still sizing the boy up with his eyes, he allowed them to darken slightly. Usually he tried to refrain his eyes in order not to further intimidate people but in this case he allowed it. Whether he knew of the boy's past or not he didn't want to assume he was a well behaved werewolf. If he was then that was just fine, but he wasn't going to pass that judgement on him just yet. "Hmm, Wendigo's.... Feisty kind of demon, aren't they" he said, his voice mild and un-showing of any emotion. "Violet isn't here" he then said simply, giving up the facade of not knowing her location. Angel presumed that she was out patrolling given how late it was. She was one of the only able slayers whom could go out on their own. Most were too young and inexperienced and required either Buffy or Faith's attendance. Sometimes he felt badly that the girls seemed to be cooped up so much, but knew the slayers had too much going on in life at the moment to risk taking them out.
Angel sniffled for a moment, though not because he had a runny nose. It was more of a snort than anything. "She's just fine. She heals quickly.." he said, his voice trailing off into the distance. He didn't add the part about her being a slayer. Whether or not she'd told the boy he couldn't be sure but he certainly hoped she hadn't. Violet couldn't possibly trust him after only having known him one night, and surely she wouldn't have put her identity out there. After all, it was a dangerous life for slayers having far more enemies than allies on their side.
The comment about popping the wolf's cherry took him by surprise, but he only let it show for a fraction of a second. He was a gentleman and words such as those tended to make him feel a tad bit squeamish. At the realization of him knowing that Angel was a vampire, he simply nodded. "I suppose you can check that off your list, now" he said flatly, though there was a bit of humor in his tone. He didn't plan on allowing the werewolf entry to the house anytime soon. If he was lucky, the boy would be getting on his way home sooner rather than later. One could certainly hope, anyways...
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Post by keiran on Nov 6, 2012 17:28:22 GMT -6
Keiran probably should not have been having as much fun as he was, but he just couldn't help himself. He was always a boy who had problems with authority figures, and right now, this guy was posing as a big ol' one with a red bulls eye in the middle of his forehead. He hadn't really given it much consideration, until he saw the pits of irritation make their way over the bloke's features. There was a darkness to him, not a depth that he was showing too deeply, but Keiran knew the face of a poser and the face of someone to take seriously, and this fella was definitely the later.
He was also protective of Vi, opting to tell Kei that "Vi's not here" instead of a "Well, she's here, but you can't see or," or "Vi's not here, and I am not telling you where she is." But the vampire was being dismissive, almost playing it down to a point where it wasn't important... which meant it was important. "You're right there, mate, wendigos are nasty little blighters. Something I ain't never saw back in the home country, if you get what I mean?" While Britain was not without its legends of cannibalism, it was certainly true that there just were not any stories about wendigos out there. "But they ain't no Sawney Bean, so that sits right with me."
Vi had mentioned brothers... she had also mentioned that those brothers were out by the way of Cali, and though he wasn't a local, Keiran was pretty sure that California was still on the other side of the country, and that was more than just a day trip. That didn't mean, of course, that this fella did not seem like the type to not try to act like a big brother. In fact, Vi seemed like the type of girl who most might think needs that kind of thing, like she needs someone to protect her and guard her the way a sibling would. Kei didn't see it. He saw a capable woman who would ask for help when she needed it, once she got through the first round of "I don't want to be an inconvenience." And, she had sparked a sexual interest in him that he hadn't felt since his first shift... and that was all new to him, too. She was sexy and fun, and that was why Kei was here in the first place.
So don't go jerking off the family... Still, who pooped in his corn flakes? "Look, mate, you seem tense, and while I know I am a hard cup to swallow, I can't be the only thing rudding in your knickers. I'm here, and maybe I can help. Keiran's the name. Keiran, or Kei, take your pick. I answer to both." And with that, he awkwardly offered a hand in good faith... and stood there, waiting, not being able to help his language of squaring off and not wanting to look weak, but trying to at least mold the strength into something friendly.
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Post by angel on Nov 9, 2012 16:01:54 GMT -6
Time was running longer by the moment and he would have been lying if he said he wasn't bored. Angel wasn't the kind of guy, or vampire rather, that went around making friends and this was no different. The boy wasn't going to be shooting pool with this man anytime soon. Plus it seemed that the more the man speak the thicker his accent got. Whether or not it was a legitimate accent or not he couldn't be sure on but it seemed to be. Vaguely it reminded him of Spike's accent, and well, that just didn't sit good with him at all...
Angel shook his head. "Wendigos are only in The States and some parts of Canada, where Algonquian speaking tribes were located. Last time I checked, Native American tribes hadn't traveled across the pond" he said simply. Possibly having come off as a know-it-all, he couldn't exactly help it. Having centuries of time to learn these things had its perks. What he hadn't come across himself he'd researched and read about. "The Algonquian speakers used the Wendigo as a deterrent. During Winter famine would often hit the tribes and leaders would warn that if one resorted to cannibalism, they would turn into a monster...The Wendigo." Why he'd felt the need to go into this little history lesson he hadn't a clue, though he didn't much care if the boy found it annoying. "Little did they know...Wendigos were real, and usually manifested their spirit into men and women while they slept. When the people awoken, they grew violent, hungry, and crazed, and resorted to eating human flesh. More or less, they basically created Wendigo's by making people susceptible to them in their dreams."
The vampire's eyebrows furrowed for a moment as he watched the boy with a peculiar look on his face. It was a 'how dare you call me tense' kind of look. While most would have taken it as a nice gesture, Angel took it as the boy calling him weak. Therefore he wasn't too accepting of the boy's offer of help. "Angel" he said curtly with a slight incline of his head. Wearily he simply looked down at Keiran's hand, but didn't shake it, and soon enough his eyes were raised back up to the wolf's. "And I'm fine. Shouldn't you be skipping off into the woods now? Violet isn't here, nor do I think she will be anytime soon." The woods comment had been a dig at Keiran being a werewolf. Inherently so, vampires and werewolves took a disliking to one another. Both of them seen the other as an enemy. Keiran didn't seem to pose a threat, but looks could be deceiving.
Arms crossed over his chest, Angel simply looked at the boy. He stared as if waiting for him to leave but highly doubted that he would. What was Angel supposed to do with him? Hang out, talk, and braid hair, while they waited for Violet to return? Clearly that was out of the question and he found himself wondering what the hell to do right now. For the moment he simply stood, awkwardly staring at Keiran.
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Post by keiran on Nov 12, 2012 20:28:18 GMT -6
This... was not going as well as Keiran may have hoped. He didn't know exactly how he had wanted or even expected it to go, but he could tell that it was nothing like this. He was getting the point where he was getting tired of trying out this "Mr.. Nice Guy" act. He didn't even know why he bothered in the first place. It never worked for him in the past, and it was more certainly not going to work now. All anyone ever saw when they looked at him was a trouble boy who was looking to cause trouble. It's what made him so angry. It's what pushed him towards he Stepz in the first place.
And now it was happening again. Somebody had already made up their mind about him without knowing him for more than 2 minutes. Well, screw that hard and fast with a rusty razor. He looked this guy up and down, seriously considering whether or not he could take the guy. The vainglory in the back of his head, the surety that he always had when it came to a brawl, told him that he could, but he knew that this guy was a vampire. Old soul, and all that, probably had a lot of tricks up his sleeve that Keiran had never heard of... Some siege tactics bullshit from the Dark Ages.
"Well, I don't know who pooped in your Cheerios, but it certainly ain't me, and I don't deserve your crap emotional baggage just because you can't stop projecting your own shit." Way to go, Keiran! That's three references to scat in a single breath! There might be some class in you yet. The words were out of his mouth and there was nothing he could do about them, he had just wished that he had been classier about it. Here he was, roaring angry because someone was treating him like a street kid, and then he turned around and had to start acting like. Maybe he was just a hopeless case.
What would his mother think of him now?
Clearly there was more showing in his eyes than simple irritation at Angel, so really, it was the pot calling the kettle black... But we hate the most in others what we hate in ourselves... But he had to know. He had to know... He just had to know so the question flew from his mouth. It was irrational. Hell, it was unwarranted, but he had worked himself up, and with the moon around the corner, his emotions were on his sleeve. "Just what did I do to you, eh? What did I do that was so horrible that you need to treat me like something you lick off your boot?" [/color] ;tag; angel, open ;count; 475 ;notes; ...
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Post by angel on Nov 15, 2012 22:12:54 GMT -6
Angel really didn't fancy the way this kid seemed to be looking him up and down. It didn't intimidate him or make him nervous or anything like that, it was simply...well, slightly agitating. Did he think he had a chance? And just like that he realized how egotistical he was being. Not just in his recent thoughts but to Keiran in general. Perhaps it was his bad mood because of the slayer, perhaps it was simply because he'd been having a bad night even prior to that. Regardless of the reason though he knew he wasn't usually like this. While he was weary of people he wasn't ever just randomly an asshole to people. Alright sometimes he was...as in the case of Riley Finn, but that was a different story. That boy had brought it upon himself. However Keiran hadn't done anything to him thus far, other than looking for Violet. New people to the group made him feel weary as usually....new meant bad. For the most part, anyways.
Pooped in my cheerios? I assume that's some kind of food?.. Angel's eyebrows arched at Keiran, not quite understanding the reference and lowering his brows soon afterwards to furrow inwards. "No, you didn't. You did however show up at my doorstep giving me the 'eye' and asking for one of the girls who lived here. If a vampire you'd never seen before showed up at your doorstep, would you be so welcoming?" And Angel paused simply for the dramatics of things, though he didn't give Keiran quite enough time to respond. "I didn't think so."
And it seemed that Keiran had unintentionally played a guilt trip on Angel. Honestly the vampire didn't think he'd meant to do it. It was just that Angel did indeed have a conscious, and a strong one at that. At the boy's question, his hand rubbed the back of his neck for a moment as his eyes looked to the porch masonry. After a moment he allowed his hand to fall to his side, and finally met the wolf's eyes again. "I don't wear boots, I technically wear loafers, as I've been told many times." It was a failed attempt at Angel making a joke. It rarely happened, and it was rarely funny. With a sigh he stepped to the side revealing an open entry to the house.
"Come in. You can wait for Vi inside, I'd rather keep my eye on you anyways." Again a slight attempt at humor, though it was kind of true. It was begrudgingly his way of an attempt at being nice. Assuming Kei would follow him inside, Angel stalked off towards the kitchen to make a cup of blood. While he knew it might make his company a bit anxious, he was craving it, due to his stress. Plus, it was his house and nice or not, he was not going to be put out.
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Post by keiran on Nov 19, 2012 21:47:51 GMT -6
Keiran was about ready to leave... or punch this guy. Either way, he was probably not going to be making any friends before leaving here. It wasn't like he needed any friends anyway. He was a lone wolf, after all, he was a beast in his own right, and he mostly certainly was not going to justify his existence on the whim of others, least of all, some vampire who thought that just because he was older than dirt that he had the right to pass judgment on others! He didn't need someone else to validate him...
Still, when the vampire invited him into the house, it was rather nice... Keiran was actually having a hard time remembering the last time that he was in a house... Or just how warm and nice they could be. It had to have been back in England. He knew for a fact that he had been indoors, but not in an actual house since then. Since the last time he went home, sneaking into the home of his parents in the middle of the night... just so they didn't hear. Just so that they had one more night of not thinking that their disturbed son was a deranged murderer.
They were overdue for one of his famous, blocked number from a disposable mobile calls. He always called when he knew no one would be around to answer... Or, if someone did, he would just say the name of whoever it was that answered. A simple "Ma..." or "Da..." or "Drew..." Then they would hang up. Never long enough for them to answer questions. Never long enough for someone to get a trace on his location. He missed home something fierce... but this was better for them. He stayed away so that he could spare them the pain and embarrassment of a court case, but kept in contact just often enough so that they knew he wasn't dead. Win-win, right?
So when Angel invited him in, he tried not to show just how much it meant to him, just to be trusted that much, no matter how much like pulling teeth it had been. "Considering you are the first vampire I've met, as we established, I am not sure about whether or not I would be inviting a stranger into my home. I mean, I invited Vi into my tent, I suppose that I am a trusting person, huh?" He had meant for it to be a return of the good humor that Angel was showing him, but realized that if he was the "big brother" figure that he suspected, it was probably not the most endearing thing he could have said. He might as well have come out and said that he had lustful thoughts of properly shagging the little red head in the dirt near a burning wendigo corpse that very night, with projected motion pictures done in flip book form with symphonic accompaniment. Kei's brain had no filter... Not a blessing.
He walked into the house, looking around at the foyer, not daring to step any farther into the house. The was the habit of a poorer man, or at least someone who was not used to living in any sort of privilege. It was only when he was in the foyer did he realize that he had not wiped off his shoes, so he stuck his hands in his pocket, and without turning around, walked back right out the door. He kicked the bottom of his feet against the doormat, and then walked back in, trying to act nonchalant, despite of the awkward 20 or so seconds of silence growing between him and Angel. Satisfied with a few swipes, he walked back into the house, and smiled.
"This... It's a pretty nice place you got here." And he just stood there... not sure what to do with himself, like a child who was told to stay still for risk of him breaking everything in a fine china store.
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Post by angel on Nov 23, 2012 20:17:09 GMT -6
The second the comment about inviting Vi into his tent came from the boy, Angel regretted inviting him inside. After all of the grief the vampire had just given him did he really think his comment was a good idea? The word imbecile came into his mind, and he simply furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes in on the boy. A part of him felt as if he had no right to act in such a way about the girl. After all he hadn’t known Violet for very long at all. Just for as long as he’d been in Richmond which so far hadn’t even been a year. A couple of months if anything and definitely not long enough to act as a fatherly figure to the girl. Still the protective nature of the man wasn’t something he could help and the look he gave Keiran was daunting if nothing else.
After a moment the rigidness in his body seemed to disappear, assumingly letting it go. Just this one time he would pretend as if he hadn’t just heard that. With one last look to the boy he headed towards the kitchen. Halfway through the living room he realized he didn’t hear footsteps behind him and abruptly stopped walking. As he turned he noticed the boy scraping off his shoes at the door, outside once again. You can take the wolf out of the wild, but you can’t take the wild out of the wolf… Despite the fact that he doubted there was much of anything wild about the boy in reality. That was just the thing though, Angel didn’t know him. He didn’t know his past or where he currently resided. He’d spoken of a tent but he could have simply been camping out? Angel couldn’t tell just yet but he stocked that little tidbit of information away and reminded himself to find out for sure later on.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he patiently waited for Keiran to join him inside. However the boy stopped once inside the foyer and simply looked around the house, making no attempt to move further inside. Has he never seen the inside of a home, before? It had seemed to take the boy by surprise to have been invited inside in the first place. ”It is…but it’s not my house, actually. I’m just…staying here” Angel commented quietly, looking around the house as well now. It really was a rather nice house. The pure history of the house spoke for itself. Between the old fireplace in the living room to the crown molding details spread throughout the living room, it was quite the sight to see.
He’d nearly said “It’s my girlfriend’s house” but not only did that sound completely unmanly, but they weren’t officially together again as well. ”I’m going to make myself a mug…Come on in the kitchen, I’m sure we can find something you’ll like” he said, his voice slightly sullen. It seemed very out of character for him to say and it showed that he felt slightly uncomfortable about it, but he’d done it nonetheless. After all he didn’t need to treat the boy like crap just because Buffy hadn’t been answering her phone calls. By the way the boy had been looking at him earlier he assumed he had a troubled past of sorts and Angel had felt guilty for how territorial he’d acted. Although he’d kind of deserved it, what with the inviting Vi into the tent comment.
Regardless, Angel turned and once again headed into the kitchen. This time he actually did hear footsteps behind him, thankfully enough. Once inside he went over to the cupboards by the sink and pulled out two of the blue ceramic mugs. With his in hand, he went over to the fridge and grabbed one of the blood bags within. Pouring it into the mug he then tossed it into the trash, and placed it in the microwave. Setting It to heat he turned back to Keiran once again. ”Tea? Coffee? I think there’s some other stuff in the fridge, too” he said awkwardly. Leaning back against the kitchen sink, he awaited to see what the boy wanted while he waited for Violet. Not only was he feeling extremely awkward but he had the feeling the wolf was as well.
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Post by keiran on Nov 28, 2012 16:32:00 GMT -6
Keiran stood by the fact that this was one of the nicer houses that he had ever been in, and certainly the largest. His mother always kept a good house, one that she was very proud of, but you could tell from looking at it that it belonged to a family of the lower middle class. Even though Andrew was a doctor now, he still lived at home just to try to help the Bailey's meet their ends. Besides, he had loans to pay for, and, if Keiran's suspicions about his brother had been right, a girlfriend. All of his parents' money went towards trying to give Andrew and Keiran good lives...
Why was hindsight always 20/20?
Content with the condition of his very worn out trackers, Keiran followed Angel with due diligence. The natural curiosity that ate at him wanted to explore, intrigued by the new sights but, even more so, by the new scents. The fireplace in the next room was well used, and there was another traffic that came through here to spread around the personal scents of about a dozen people. There was something underneath it all, though, something that Kei could not quite put a finger on. It was coppery, but so very very faint...
It wasn't until Angel was working on... what was he doing? Fixing himself a cup 'o Joe's blood? He cocked his head to the side, an almost canine reflection of curiosity without words. But it was in that moment that Keiran realized what he had been smelling under the scent of human body oil and dust within the home... blood. He had smelled blood as he walked through their foyer, of that he had no doubt. It was faint, and Kei may not have picked up on it had it not been so out of place. In all honestly, Keiran had not been a werewolf the last time he copious amounts of blood, an amount that might have been enough to leave a scent.
That incident had involved an ice pick and him leaving the country...
The amount of blood that was needed to make things linger was a lot, if Keiran could guess. Still the offer of hospitality was enticing. How long had it been since he had something warm to drink? He noted that he might need to pilfer himself a kettle of some sort for the outdoors before walking over to a counter top, and leaping upon it to create a seat for himself. It was only then that he noticed how much of a height difference there had been between him and Angel, Keiran being shorter than him by about 10 centimeters. This put them almost even with each other, though the distance was still prevalent by Keiran's awful posture. He surrendered. "Tea, please?" he said, trying desperately to not come off too English, even if the comfort level was letting his accent slip. "Light milk and one?"
And then it happened... The daunting silence. That weight that came while they were waiting for the kettle to whistle over. Keiran nodded his head, as if in affirmation of the silence, or in possibly listening to some soundtrack of music that only he could hear. "So... have you been a vampire long?" [/color] ;tag; angel, open ;count; 551 ;notes; ---
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Post by angel on Dec 1, 2012 19:39:15 GMT -6
With a nod, Angel set about finding a kettle. He knew that the house had to have one as after all, Giles lived here. The Brit drank tea more than anything else. Many a times he'd heard the whistling of the kettle and had remained in the basement, waiting for the watcher to go elsewhere before going upstairs. As they had been ever since the death of Jenny, the two remained distant from each other. The last time they'd talked had been after the brief haunting the two had experienced with Violet. Since that night, they hadn't spoken. It was no secret that the watcher wanted nothing to do with him. It didn't much bother Angel, seeing as how he wasn't one to spark up conversation with anyone anyways. So they'd both made an art out of avoiding each other and to this date, they'd been successful at doing just yet.
After rifling through a couple of cabinets the vampire was finally able to produce the stainless steel kettle. Striding back over to the kitchen sink, he filled it with hot water and set it atop the stove. Flicking on the new range, he simply leaned back against the counter once again while they waited. The bubbling of the water was all that the two men heard for a moment, silence having taken over the kitchen. It seemed that neither of them were all that great at inducing conversation. The silence was actually kind of comfortable for the vampire, having been used to it for a very long time. However he supposed that perhaps the wolf was a feeling a bit out of place.
Hearing the request for milk, Angel nodded once again and pushed off the counter, heading towards the fridge. Opening the door he fumbled about until he found the carton of milk. Taking it out of the fridge he closed the door behind him, and set the milk down next to Keiran's mug on the counter. The microwave made a loud beeping noise and Angel headed there next. A small chuckle escaped him at the boy's question. "About two hundred and fifty years, give or take" he said simply, opening the microwave and removing his mug of blood. Now that it was luke warm, he took a quick sip and licked his lips to test the temperature. Satisfied, he closed the microwave just in time to hear the kettle sound off.
Setting his own mug of blood back down on the counter, he took the kettle off the stove and poured the water into the mug. Next he grabbed a tea bag, and handed it to the boy with the milk and left him to make his own mug. "What brought you to Richmond?" he asked, picking up his mug into his large hands. "I assume you originate from across the pond, is all" he added, before lifting the mug to his lips. He'd heard the English accent as it couldn't possibly have been missed by anyone, though it was stronger and weaker at times.
"Is Violet expecting you?" he asked with raised brows, unable to wonder why he still hadn't asked that question. After all, he didn't want Violet upset with him for letting the boy inside of the house. Leaning against the counter once again, one of his hands steadied him against the granite as the other held his mug. Even though they'd begun talking once again, the conversation was still quite tense, to say the least.
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Post by keiran on Dec 6, 2012 18:24:27 GMT -6
Watching Angel work around the kitchen, Keiran could not help but wonder at his sense of timing and instinctual nature that he worked. While the silence would normally be something off putting. there was a sense of familiarity in watching the vampire move about the kitchen that set him at ease. It was not until the kettle began to whistle that Kei was able to really put a finger on it. The way Angel moved reminded Keiran of his mother...
Marsha Bailey raised two boys and married an Englishman, so when it came to taking care of others, she had a strong instinct for it. She may not know where everything was all the time (see the two boys and a husband comment, who were notorious for never putting things back where they found them) but she knew how to find it, and how to make it right. It was odd that it was a cup of tea and a mug of blood, but it might as well have been her balancing breakfast for everyone in the morning, or her entertaining multiple guests with multiple needs. It was an odd comparison in his head, and one that he would not voice out loud, but it did cause him to settle down.
So when Angel asked him what brought him from home to Virginia, Keiran had to fight the growing tension in his chest... What brought him to Richmond? Well, that was a complicated matter, wasn't it? How was he supposed to tell the man who was already over-protective about his home and loved ones that Keiran was a fugitive of the law, on the run from Scotland Yard because he had stabbed a man repeatedly with an ice pick? Or that he was fleeing the 1Up Steps because he stole $15000 worth of street drugs from them to pay for his "relocation"? He took the time that it would take to prepare and test his tea to come up with something. He couldn't lie. He'd know. So, he opted to settle for a mostly truth.
"I had some complications with my first shift in London..." Any werewolf shifting for the first time in the city itself, he had heard, often had trouble. Hiding a Werewolf in London, as many of the movies would suggest, was never easy, and often led to... issues. "I needed to make myself scarce, and here was the only fight available on short notice." Besides... who would come looking for me in bloody Virginia? "But I lived in Deptford all my life. Born, raised, and kicked out by circumstance." He wondered where something like that had come from, being a little more prosaic than he usually spoke. It was not that Keiran was dumb, it was just that the Stepz had made him crude. Maybe it was Angel's effect on a room. Despite his modern appearance, the two centuries could be read on him in body language. His speech was modern, but there was something in the way he moved. Maybe it was that right stick up his bum...
When he asked if Vi was expecting her, he smiled, sheepish, but unashamed. "No... You see, I lack a real mobile. Need to keep it for when I get into Barney. Mostly, I let my plates and bugle guide me, and I wound up here." That... was bound to make the vampire less than happy.
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