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bloodonbloodWho? Saxon Stirling and Caleb McDaniel
What? Things keep changing
When? A couple of days after Brodie and Asher return from Charleston
Where? Saxon's place
Caleb honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd slept. Ever since Brodie's disappearance, he'd been completely on edge, unable to sleep or eat, and worried to the point that he felt sick, and there were actually times, well out of sight of anyone, that Caleb could do nothing but curl up and cry. He was honestly and truthfully brokenhearted at what felt like the loss of his best friend, but more than that, over the last few weeks, there had been no question in Caleb's mind that something was up. Brodie would probably try to deny it, but there was something wrong, and apparently something that Brodie didn't want to tell Caleb.
He took a cab to Saxon's place, not even bothering with driving -- parking was fucking ridiculous in New York, not to mention expensive. It was easier just to take trains and buses and taxis any day of the week. So he ended up just outside Saxon's building with a bag for Brodie over his shoulder -- containing mostly clean clothes and his toothbrush, but also his Star Wars snuggie and stuffed Yoda. There were some things that would never changed. He made his way up to the stairs and buzzed Saxon's place, hoping like hell that this wasn't about to end very badly.
What? Things keep changing
When? A couple of days after Brodie and Asher return from Charleston
Where? Saxon's place
Caleb honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd slept. Ever since Brodie's disappearance, he'd been completely on edge, unable to sleep or eat, and worried to the point that he felt sick, and there were actually times, well out of sight of anyone, that Caleb could do nothing but curl up and cry. He was honestly and truthfully brokenhearted at what felt like the loss of his best friend, but more than that, over the last few weeks, there had been no question in Caleb's mind that something was up. Brodie would probably try to deny it, but there was something wrong, and apparently something that Brodie didn't want to tell Caleb.
He took a cab to Saxon's place, not even bothering with driving -- parking was fucking ridiculous in New York, not to mention expensive. It was easier just to take trains and buses and taxis any day of the week. So he ended up just outside Saxon's building with a bag for Brodie over his shoulder -- containing mostly clean clothes and his toothbrush, but also his Star Wars snuggie and stuffed Yoda. There were some things that would never changed. He made his way up to the stairs and buzzed Saxon's place, hoping like hell that this wasn't about to end very badly.
[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Caleb
Feb. 8th, 2014 12:47 ambloodonthedancefloorThink we can meet up somewhere, man? There's something I need to talk to you about.
"I was disappearing in plain sight."
Jan. 11th, 2014 01:55 pmabeautifulnightmareWho: Asher Rose, Saxon Stirling, Emmeline Laurent and Lilah Ryckaert
What: Out of the Kindred closet
Where: Lilah's office
When: Late Friday night
That week, Asheresque had just debuted a tantalising hint of the new line that would be launched at New York's Fashion Week despite the fact the infamous Asher Rose was supposed to be dead. It was a mystery the fashion world couldn't solve. Some thought he was dead, others thought he had just removed himself directly from any public appearance due to any number of theories including illness, heartbreak, or genuinely going crazy from celebrity exposure. Asher had a team of PR constantly throwing up smoke signals and even they didn't know why they did the job they did. He had managed to weave so many webs and labyrinths of his life, many leading people to dead-ends (pardon the pun), that no one really knew what he was about anymore or if he still existed. But brand new and ingenius designs had made their way down the catwalk that night, and now Lilah had somewhat demanded of him a marketing debrief in her office so he could be 'included in strategies' of how his company was 'developing in the current fashion environment'. It was all a lot of marketing PR bullshit, but Asher knew that Lilah was one person he couldn't continue to hide from before she got suspicious. She held the reigns of his company's continued success in his absence, so he needed to know he could trust her with his business... which meant the inevitable meeting of her face-to-face after making himself scarce and only communicating via modern technologies.
He was dressed immaculately, as always, and only agreed to the meeting if it could be in the late hours of the night so he could be sure to be sustained post feeding to keep a cool head about him. It was the best chance he had of looking 'normal' too. Without feeding, he was more pale then usual, and his eyes had this way of looking dead and cold. That wouldn't do, but the feed he did manage to indulge in wasn't near as satisfying as he hoped. As more and more time ticked over, he more and more hungered for just one and anything less served as an aggravation to him. These were the facets of his Kindred side he didn't understand, but he was still a survivor and more determined than ever to go this alone, resisting help from his Sire and Eric. He was pissed off at them and had no plans of giving them an easy ride.
( He reached the large ornate doors of Lilah's office with a couple of her assistants and a security guard in tow... )
TBC...
What: Out of the Kindred closet
Where: Lilah's office
When: Late Friday night
That week, Asheresque had just debuted a tantalising hint of the new line that would be launched at New York's Fashion Week despite the fact the infamous Asher Rose was supposed to be dead. It was a mystery the fashion world couldn't solve. Some thought he was dead, others thought he had just removed himself directly from any public appearance due to any number of theories including illness, heartbreak, or genuinely going crazy from celebrity exposure. Asher had a team of PR constantly throwing up smoke signals and even they didn't know why they did the job they did. He had managed to weave so many webs and labyrinths of his life, many leading people to dead-ends (pardon the pun), that no one really knew what he was about anymore or if he still existed. But brand new and ingenius designs had made their way down the catwalk that night, and now Lilah had somewhat demanded of him a marketing debrief in her office so he could be 'included in strategies' of how his company was 'developing in the current fashion environment'. It was all a lot of marketing PR bullshit, but Asher knew that Lilah was one person he couldn't continue to hide from before she got suspicious. She held the reigns of his company's continued success in his absence, so he needed to know he could trust her with his business... which meant the inevitable meeting of her face-to-face after making himself scarce and only communicating via modern technologies.
He was dressed immaculately, as always, and only agreed to the meeting if it could be in the late hours of the night so he could be sure to be sustained post feeding to keep a cool head about him. It was the best chance he had of looking 'normal' too. Without feeding, he was more pale then usual, and his eyes had this way of looking dead and cold. That wouldn't do, but the feed he did manage to indulge in wasn't near as satisfying as he hoped. As more and more time ticked over, he more and more hungered for just one and anything less served as an aggravation to him. These were the facets of his Kindred side he didn't understand, but he was still a survivor and more determined than ever to go this alone, resisting help from his Sire and Eric. He was pissed off at them and had no plans of giving them an easy ride.
( He reached the large ornate doors of Lilah's office with a couple of her assistants and a security guard in tow... )
TBC...