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Post by CASEY BAUER on May 26, 2011 18:23:21 GMT -5
Bright light suddenly blocked his view and Casey grumbled, pushing down his car's visor and pulling over at the side of the road. The sun was nearly blinding at this time of day, when it was setting and in that awkward place that created more light and consequently more accidents. He scowled, waiting for an hour or so until the intensity of the reflection and shine of light went down. Most people would have grinned and beared it, too much in a rush to get where they needed to be but Casey preferred safety and to not be stressed out about something ridiculous that couldn't be controlled. Another few minutes passed as Casey took out his sunglasses, slipping them on and flipping up the visor in order to drive again.
His mind was reeling as he tried to figure out what he would tell her. It had been years since Casey had seen Isabela. She was nice, motherly even and his own mother had been very close to her. Both used to work together on hunts. It would be hard to tell her that his mother was dead but it was necessary. His mother, Gloria, had forced him to promise to tell all her contacts that she was gone. 'Said it was important or something. Another few streets and then Casey finally hit the neighborhood. His nerves started to fire up as he found her house and parked by the side of the road, not wanting to block her garage and driveway.
Getting out of the car, Casey let his mind swirl around the memories he had of Isabela. They weren't close...at least not close in the way Isabela and his mother had been but they still had seen each other a lot. She wasn't a stranger so there was nothing to be worried about. Maybe he was panicked because he was finally admitting his mother was dead? Whatever the case he finally was in front of the door.
Casey shifted from one foot to the other, took a deep breath and finally rang the doorbell and waited. The good news was that she was the last contact Gloria had from the past that Casey had to locate. He cleared his throat, trying to resist the urge to cross his arms in a distinctly defensive way.
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Post by ISABELLA WALKER on May 30, 2011 11:22:16 GMT -5
( SPEND ALL YOUR TIME WAITING ) - - - FOR A BREAK THAT WOULD MAKE IT OKAY , THERE'S ALWAYS SOME REASON
TO NOT FEEL GOOD ENOUGH , AND IT'S HARD AT THE END OF THE DAY - - - Isabella held the phone against her ear, her tongue sticking out from between her lips while she held a paper grocery bag under one arm and tried to unlock her front door, bringing a leg up to steady the bag on her knee as she did so. “Mhm,” she said absently into the phone, giving a light laugh as the person on the other end mentioned something a bit funny. Her mind wasn’t even on the conversation that she was having, though some part of the woman’s mind was focused enough to respond instead of staying utterly quiet. Her key slipped into the lock and she pushed the door open, closing it again with her foot and turning off the alarm, the keypad beeping lightly as her fingers hit the numbers before she closed the cover. Finally, with one hand free, Isabella held the phone to her ear with her hand instead of the uncomfortable position that was working on putting a kink in her neck. Slipping off her shoes, the woman made her way into her kitchen and started putting the few foods that she had bought away.
She spoke on the phone for a little bit longer, finally making an excuse to get off so that she could shower, and Isabella sighed, tossing her phone onto the kitchen counter while she stood in the kitchen, pursing her lips slightly while she stared at the cell phone. Running her hands through her dark brown hair, Isabella took a deep breath and turned to her fridge, pulling out a pitcher of tea and pouring it into a glass, taking it with her upstairs and to her bedroom.
Standing by her bedroom window for a moment, Isabella watched as traffic passed by her home, her head leaning against the window pane before she set the glass down and moved into her bathroom. She didn’t particularly need a shower but the hot water pounding against her head and shoulders helped relax her some. Facing the streaming water, Isabella ran her hands along her face and washed off the light amount of makeup that she had been wearing when she had gone out earlier that morning. Turning off the water, Isabella moved about her room and grabbed fresh clothes, pulling them on and drying her hair in the process, letting the now wet and wavy locks fall down around her back and ignoring the fact that it was just going to get her back wet.
Grabbing her tea, the ex-hunter was making her way down the stairs when there was a knock on her door. Normally Isabella liked having some kind of notice when people were coming over, though it wasn’t something that she demanded having. Not knowing who, or what, was knocking, Isabella went back to her bedroom and grabbed a handgun from the dresser closest to her door, sticking it in the waist band of her capris. She turned the door handle and looked down at the man standing on her doorstep, a slightly confused look on her face until recognition finally hit. “Casey?” she asked, still a bit confused as to why he was here, and without his mother Gloria. She stepped off to the side and opened the door a bit wider so he had room to enter, motioning for him to do so.
TAGGED: Casey WORDS: 5-3-0 OUTFIT: HERENOTES: sorry that took so long~ |
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Post by CASEY BAUER on May 30, 2011 19:24:00 GMT -5
Casey looked up immediately, surprised at how quickly she answered the door. Or had he been waiting outside for a while? He couldn't really remember- this thoughts had been in a turmoil and completely distracted. It was as if he was underwater with everything moving in slow-motion around him but feeling bodyless and free. But the freedom was a bit painful. Casey was used to the chains of overprotectiveness his mother always showered him with. It was a warm comfort to know he was loved and that someone knew he existed. This...all that was left was a bitter cold running through his veins and just engulfing him.
"Hi...Hi...Mrs. Walker." He tried to smile but it only came out as a weak attempt and he couldn't really muster any cheerfulness in the current situation. It was a hard time for him still and he barely knew how to handle himself anymore. Casey used a more formal title addressing her because it felt strange not giving her that form of respect. She had been a close friend of his mother and it didn't feel right just to address her by her first name like they had been the close friends instead. Casey stepped in hesitantly at first but then let out a slow breath and gave Isabela a sad smile. "I've got some really bad news for you."
How was he supposed to tell her that his mother was dead? How did that thing go? Casey wasn't even sure he could do it without clamming up and not being able to speak. The tears had passed but the feelings were still alive and fresh.
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Post by ISABELLA WALKER on Jun 1, 2011 13:38:47 GMT -5
( SPEND ALL YOUR TIME WAITING )- - - FOR A BREAK THAT WOULD MAKE IT OKAY , THERE'S ALWAYS SOME REASON
TO NOT FEEL GOOD ENOUGH , AND IT'S HARD AT THE END OF THE DAY - - - Isabella was good at reading people but it didn’t take her “people reading” skills for her to realize that there was something wrong. Her first clue, of course, was that Casey was here without his mother, and while that may not have seemed odd, it wasn’t a normal occurrence. "Hi...Hi...Mrs. Walker." That title, it was so formal and she waved it off slightly, not bothering to correct him on the fact that she wasn’t and had never actually been married. “You can call me Isabella, Casey,” she said kindly, noting the weakly attempted smile. Her gut instinct was telling her that there was something very wrong and she waited until he was through the doorway before closing it, making sure the safety was on the gun before slipping it into the waistband of her jeans.
"I've got some really bad news for you." The ex-hunter ran a hand through her still wet hair and motioned to her couch, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. Part of her already knew what this about, having starting putting the pieces together when she had seen him standing outside her door, but she didn’t really want to believe it. A hunter’s life wasn’t safe for obvious reasons, but Gloria had still been her friend and this was the last thing that she wanted to hear, but she sat down and patted the couch, “what happened?” She pursed her lips slightly while waiting to hear what had happened to her friend before thinking that maybe she should have offered him something to drink before she had sat down.
Isabella had gotten lucky, getting out when she had, and while she went on a couple of hunts here and there they were small time anymore, but Gloria had a different thinking than she did. Part of her wanted to reach out and see if she could comfort Casey but she remained still, not certain how he would react and not wanting to force anything.
TAGGED: Casey WORDS: forgot to count OUTFIT: HERENOTES: bleh, kind of a crappy post >.< if you need more lemme know |
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Post by CASEY BAUER on Jun 1, 2011 16:31:20 GMT -5
Casey felt the top of his mouth dry up, but nodded, biting the inside of his cheek and went to sit down on the couch that Isabela waved him over to. Of course... he should have expected as much. Most of his mother's friends didn't go by formal titles like that anymore. Though it felt weird to call her by her first name he nodded stiffly and accepted the courtesy. "Yes...well...thank you for seeing me, Isabela." Her hair was wet probably from a shower or whatnot and it felt a bit unnerving to interrupt her in what probably was a peaceful moment before.
He felt his legs shake, the nerves spreading around in his gut and he rested his elbows on his knees, lacing his fingers together. All business. Gloria used to joke that he would have made a good lawyer or CEO of some fancy company with the way he dealt with things- not including his urges to party and have fun. The sadness and drama that went with stuff like this, with deaths, he felt it so bad it practically ached. Casey knew his mother hadn't approved of him joining her. He felt too much, needed people too much... and yet here he was.
The hunt. Right. Casey came back down to earth, giving Isabela a grimace. "It was a usual hunt. Nothing weird. We were ambushed though by the vamps we were trying to kill. Another hunter led us there and betrayed us. I don't know what he got out of it, he might have been turned or something. I don't know." Casey had said this part almost a hundred times and that was the only reason he was able to keep his voice from cracking or losing it. And the situation had been replayed in his mind hundreds of more times. He had barely gotten out of there with his life. It was a wonder he hadn't been hunted by the sons of bitches. "I've been looking for all her contacts. You're the last one." It had been a month since she had passed but it still felt like yesterday. His eyes were glossy with unshed tears but he pushed it aside, trying to be strong. Casey wanted to get stronger and not be so overemotional about death. It haunted him and that wasn't good for the job.
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Post by ISABELLA WALKER on Jun 5, 2011 8:44:11 GMT -5
( SPEND ALL YOUR TIME WAITING )- - - FOR A BREAK THAT WOULD MAKE IT OKAY , THERE'S ALWAYS SOME REASON
TO NOT FEEL GOOD ENOUGH , AND IT'S HARD AT THE END OF THE DAY - - - When Casey sat down on the couch Isabella let herself lean into the back of the couch, one leg crossed over the other while she watched him lean forward, fingers laced together and leaning forward. He was tense and Isabella couldn’t blame him, she knew what it was like to have someone close to you die and then going around telling the people that they knew…it wasn’t an easy thing to do and so Isabella didn’t press the subject, letting him tell her on his own terms whenever he was ready. He did, however, seem to be a bit lost in his own thoughts until she asked him how it had happened, in which case a grimace crossed over his face.
"It was a usual hunt. Nothing weird. We were ambushed though by the vamps we were trying to kill.” That in itself wasn’t entirely abnormal, though she knew Gloria well enough that the other woman would have at least estimated how many vampires were there. “Another hunter led us there and betrayed us. I don't know what he got out of it, he might have been turned or something. I don't know." Isabella pursed her lips together tightly and held back a sigh, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat. She had too many personal run-ins and personal problems with vampires and this was one more notch in the belt for her. “Do…do you know who the hunter was?” Isabella had her own contacts and if this hunter wasn’t dead already then she’d make sure he would be soon.
What amazed her the most was how his voice didn’t crack as he spoke, but his next words brought the reason why. "I've been looking for all her contacts. You're the last one." She knew that if you said the same thing over and over to different people it almost became as though you had rehearsed it before hand, but she could see that look in his eyes and she shifted so that she was sitting on the edge of the couch just a couple inches away. Settling a hand on his shoulder, Isabella offered him a sad sort of smile, “Casey, if you need anything you just need to let me know what it is. I’ll help in any way that I can.” Of course Isabella was upset over Gloria’s death, there was no denying that she had been one of her favorite people, but after a certain number of years one learned that you couldn’t change things without taking extreme measures.
TAGGED: Casey WORDS: 4-2-5 OUTFIT: HERENOTES: ~~~ |
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Post by CASEY BAUER on Jun 5, 2011 12:59:10 GMT -5
Comfort. It was strange coming from someone else. For the past month Casey had been the one delivering the bad news and offering comfort to his mother's friends. Some had been heartbroken and couldn't stop crying and others were so hardened by death already that they merely took the news and offered him luck on his own. To actually recieve some comfort himself. Well...it was...it was very surprising.
"I didn't get his name. Everything happened so fast," A cold feeling pounded into his gut as he realized that he could have stopped this turned hunter. If he had figured out who he was maybe it would have not been so hard to find and eliminate him. But that was impossible now.
With an almost sob Casey welcomed the gesture, glad that someone had reached out and touched him. Isabela had always been kind to him but all these hunters he had known all blurred together ever since his mother died. He shook his head, though it was unclear if he was saying he was all right or what he meant by it. "I just...it's weird..." Gloria had always been there. The overprotective mother who cared for him and was tough as nails but always had his best interest at heart. Not having her near was distressing. And knowing that she would never come back hurt him more than he could ever express.
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Post by ISABELLA WALKER on Jun 16, 2011 13:42:07 GMT -5
( SPEND ALL YOUR TIME WAITING )- - - FOR A BREAK THAT WOULD MAKE IT OKAY , THERE'S ALWAYS SOME REASON
TO NOT FEEL GOOD ENOUGH , AND IT'S HARD AT THE END OF THE DAY - - - Hunters always seemed to be dehumanized in terms of emotions, and Isabella knew many of the people that Gloria had known; for most of them she assumed they had just taken the news with a shot of their favorite hard liquor and a wish of luck for Casey. "I didn't get his name. Everything happened so fast.” Isabella frowned slightly, not out of disappointment that Casey didn’t know what his name was, but more that it had happened in the first place. She had planned on making a few calls, see what she could find out, because there was someone out there who knew what the hell had happened. Isabella wasn’t entirely sure if she should share the information, though Casey had a right to know whatever she found out.
Her main worry was that he might try to go after him for revenge. Casey made a small sound that almost sounded like a sob, and Isabella rubbed on his shoulder lightly as he shook his head, but she didn’t mention the noise, knowing that was usually a better option in these cases. “I just…it’s weird…” Isabella dropped her hand and settled both in her lap, “you just have to keep in mind that none of this was your fault.” She had seen the blame game being played in her own son and in herself more than a few times, and Isabella knew it was more destructive than any physical attack could be.
She contemplated bringing up her offer to find out who did this in the first place, but then thought that maybe taking his mind off of things would be more helpful, at least for the moment. “Do you want something to eat or drink?” It wasn’t a perfect solution, though she had found that sometimes the simple things usually helped.
TAGGED: Casey WORDS: 3-0-3 OUTFIT: HERENOTES: sorry it's kind of lame. I had a fight with a knife and the knife won >.>;; |
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Post by CASEY BAUER on Jun 16, 2011 21:18:35 GMT -5
It was weird. One moment she was alive and laughing about life and the next she was a cold corpse lying on the floor in her own blood. Beyond weird. Casey forced down his urge to say something that might come out rude and just kept his mind occupied with his hands for a minute. His fingers fidgeted, before he placed them on his knees to force them still.
“Would you mind if I stayed for…a couple hours? It’s been a while since I’ve had company.” Since his mother’s death to be precise but Casey didn’t want to overstay his welcome. He would take a couple hours, despite the need to beg for a day or two of just being with someone-anyone-, and then leave out back into the world. Gloria would have chewed him out for even being presumptuous enough to ask such a thing but Casey didn’t give a damn about what his mother would have thought. She was dead after promising that mission was going to be an easy in-and-out operation. Guess things never went exactly as planned.
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