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Post by Myka Diamandi on Dec 2, 2012 23:09:08 GMT 1
Myka’s jaw dropped. “Well in all the caves in all this big desert....I had to shack up with a hunter.” Her giggles were small at first, spreading her mouth into a happy crescent. She spun around, untucking her tank top from her cargo pants and pulling it up to show a slender spine and shapely hips. In the middle of her back, just at her bra line, was a black inked tattoo. It’s spine ridges stood out against her pale skin and her sides shook with humor. She was indeed a hunter, born and raised. Pulling her shirt back down without showing all the lizards and snakes in Nevada her goodies wasn’t hard, but she noticed a blush creep to her cheeks as she realized that she was seconds from being unclothed.
She cleared her throat, swearing that she wouldn’t laugh when she spun around. Myka felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. For way too long, Myka had lived in secret. Being a hunter was dangerous in a world ran by vampires. More dangerous than when the world was mundane and unbelieving, from what her grandfather told her, Hunters had been sought out for their death. For some reason, Vampires didn’t like someone coming into their niiiice little homes and setting them on fire. Who would have thunk it?
Myka gave Jaycen a warm smile, her mood lifted as the heat from the sun gave her serotonin levels a nice boost. She moved forward, just within his reach and held out her hand. “Maybe we should do this right. My name is Myka Eran Diamandi. Hunter.” Her skin glistened with a fine layer of perspiration, giving her pale blue eyes a sparkle. She had her right hand lifted, perpendicular to the sands, in the age old ritual of a handshake.
Her horse, Justice, seemed happy not to have the weight of a rider on his back. The poor horse was in excellent shape, but his saddle pad was soaked by his belly and hips. She gave another happy chuckle and smirked. “Looks like we’re both on foot for now.”
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Post by Jaycen Remington on Dec 4, 2012 2:51:41 GMT 1
Jaycen never answered her question but she went on as if he did. He readied himself to pull his weapon if she made a move to hurt him in any way. Her giggling reminded him of a trickster demon but she had eaten the grain cereal without pausing to count it so she could not be a demon. It was daylight so she was not a vampire…what then?
He was mind boggled, trying to think what she could be, if not a hunter. Then, she turned and practically peeled her shirt off to show him a tattoo only sported by Hunters. He gaped at her back but could not keep his eyes only there. They travelled over her form, causing a stirring in his gut. Quickly, he dropped his eyes as she pulled her shirt back down and walked up to him with her hand out.
Jaycen stared at her hand for just a moment before slowly placing his hand in it. He felt a jolt of electricity but kept it to himself as he spoke his full name, “Jaycen Remington.” He said, knowing if she were truly a hunter, she would know his name. He would have no need to add the ‘Hunter’ part at the end. His family was one of the oldest and most famous of the Hunters on earth. They were thought to be dead after the apocalypse but his father was too smart for that. While it had been a close call, four of the remaining Remington’s had survived. Two were unaccounted for.
There was no more to say about the subject. They both knew now that they were both hunters. Now all that was left to do was let fate take its course. If she chose one of the brothers to carry on the Hunter bloodline, it would be up to her. Any male Hunter worth his salt knew to let the females make the choice because, frankly, they had better instincts with matter of the heart. “Lets go then. We need to get in and find a place to hide out for the night and we still have another hour before we get there.” He turned and began to run again.
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Post by Myka Diamandi on Dec 4, 2012 9:30:28 GMT 1
“Remington?!” Myka gave a shocked look as all she saw was Jaycen’s tight ass trailing before her. “HEY! Wait up!”
She took up with a powerful thrust of her own legs, the boost of energy traveling down her spine and into her legs as she jumped forward to try and catch him. Her legs were much shorter, but Myka prized herself on the endgame. Her heart pounded within her chest and she could feel her blood race along her limbs. It took her a second to catch her stride, but soon enough Myka was step for step with her new friend. Her breathing was steady as she stole sidelong glances at Jaycen. He was a handsome man. Too handsome, Myka warned herself. She had barely met this man, and she must not let her heart run rampant.
She let a smile slide across her face as she caught another good look as his legs and ass. Okay, so many being near this man wouldn’t be too bad! He was a Remington, and that by itself spoke much. The Remington family was talked about in every hunter’s personal bible. Hell, Myka had hers stashed underneath Justice’s saddle right now, wrapped in treated leather and sewn shut. She had never met a Remington, in fact, she thought they were dead.
The miles passed under their feet and Myka grinned. She picked up the pace, pulling ahead a few feet before Jaycen. Let’s see about what drives Jaycen Remington. She was waiting for him to bite, giving the pair something else to do besides count grains of sand. Her competitive streak just needed a little TLC and Myka sorely needed a fish to bite.
Her tank top was dark with sweat as she tried to keep her breathing even. She wasn’t even feeling the pull of her muscles yet and the dark shadow that was the city of New Vegas was rolling up in the distance.
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Post by Jaycen Remington on Dec 6, 2012 4:11:04 GMT 1
Jaycen ignored her exclamation, knowing she would have reacted to his name in some kind of similar way. He loped along, keeping in stride with Myka until she sprang ahead. His head was filled with thoughts of how he could woo her into choosing him and letting her win might be a good way. But then again, it might backfire on him. Confusion filled him as to what to do. Then, he thought of something his mother told him a long time ago. Always be yourself. With that thought he knew he could not just let her win. He had a competitive streak a mile long and he bit the hook just as she hoped.
The race was on and he was going to give her a run for her money, or so he thought. They hadn’t run two miles when a hand shot out of the sand and grabbed his ankle. He was running at such a velocity that the zombie that grabbed him was yanked from the ground and dragged as he flew forward and fell, landing on his stomach and slid. He let out a startled yelp and kicked wildly as he turned over, reaching for his gun. It had become dislodged and was just out of his reach. This called for his knife. He reached for its hilt and pulled it just as a gun went off.
He looked up to see where the source came from, his lip bleeding, his face scratched and his eye swollen from the impact with the ground. Two VSF officers stood there with guns drawn. Bodies began to rise from the ground and each one was summarily shot in the head, dead on. Soon there were 10 dead zombies littering the ground. “Th..thanks.” he blurted out and looked to see where Myka was.
“You two mutants? You were running awfully fast.” One of the officers approached him with a black device. “No sir.” Jaycen answered. The officer reached for his wrist and he didn’t resist. He knew what this for, he was going to check him with a portable mutant DNA detector. He winced as the thing shot a small pin into his wrist then sucked up his blood. The officer watched the device before it beeped. He turned to the other officer, “This one is human.” He turned back to Jaycen. “It’s your lucky day. We’ll give you a ride since you’re human, we are obligated to escort you.” Jaycen looked at Myka, gave her a look of warning as the officer approached her, and turned his wrist up to tell her to let them test her. “Thanks, that would be great.” He smiled, “What about our horse?” he asked and pointed at the tired animal.
“You can tie him up to the vehicle; we are low on power so we will be travelling slowly. But at least you’ll be safe and out of the elements in there, we have food and water.” The officer pointed at a black SUV behind a jutting rock.
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Post by Myka Diamandi on Dec 6, 2012 5:02:08 GMT 1
"You'd be running fast too if you had the threat of zombies on your tail." She gave a shy shrug and chuckle as she rose from her crouched position. She didn't have time to draw her weapon, but she had placed her body just behind Jaycen as protection. She really had to stop doing that.
Her body seemed loose and comfortable when she stood, but when her eyes hit Jaycen's they were filled with an odd mixture of distrust and acceptance. She turned over her wrist, giving the VSF agent a look at her milky skin, doing just as Jaycen had done to 'prove' his human DNA. The black device was placed against the dermis, it's pin piercing the flesh and accepting her blood for testing. The device promptly beeped and Myka flashed the VSF officer a wide smile.
"Thanks for the ride, we're sure in need of one." She gathered Justice's reigns and gave the horse three light pats on the back, looping the leather around a handle on the SUV. The horse's head promptly went down, looking tired and plodding along. Certainly not the wide eyed and intelligent horseflesh Myka trained, and that was the point.
Myka knew her job was to survive and fighting these officers on their terms was not the way to do it. However, numbers were better. Her mind ran a hundred miles a minute on the inside and she focused the outside to be tired. She could have ran another 10 miles, two was just stretching her legs.
Instead of drawing attention to herself, being a lone female in the wasteland, she chuckled, leaning over to grab Jaycen's hand and fit her body beside his. "Thank you, officers. If it wasn't for you I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't saved my husband." Her eyes left the officers as she looked up to Jaycen and smiled softly as if no one else existed. Please go along with it, she prayed inwardly.
The VSF officers just nodded, and seemed bored already of the love-struck female. Good. Just as her plan allowed. As the officers turned and headed back to the SUV, Myka gave a quick conspiratorial wink to Jaycen and followed the officers. Hell, it's tough to beat the chance at free shade.
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Post by Jaycen Remington on Dec 7, 2012 3:26:48 GMT 1
Jaycen didn’t waver when she called him her husband. He planned on using that as a cover when they got there anyway. She just made it easier for him when they got there. He moved close to her and put his arm around her as one of the officers approached him with a med kit. “This might sting.” The man informed him from behind his mask. The Vampire’s thumb was suddenly holding his eyelid shut and his swollen eye was being sprayed with something. The other officer moved to escort Myka.
Jaycen hissed at the stinging sensation, “My wife…stays with me.” He protested. “Just a sec there stud, she’s fine for a minute while we disinfect these wounds.” The officer sounded soothing with a tone of warning. He stood perfectly still while his forehead was disinfected and bandaged, covering his eye. He stood patiently as his lip was tended to and gauze stuffed up his nose. “We’ll get you to the hospital as soon as you get checked in.” the intercom of the VSF officer buzzed. Jaycen didn’t care as long as he was able to move close to Myka again.
The two of them were motioned go get into the SUV. Jaycen complied as his head was guided under the rooftop and slid into the seat, waiting for Myka. “Names please.” The officer that escorted him into his seat asked, ready to write it down. “Dean… Dean Winchester and this is my wife…Lisa.” He spoke clearly and respectfully. so the officer would hear him. He turned to Myka, hoping she heard him. “Come on Lisa.” He called cheerfully, “These gentlemen are going to take us home.” He added, “Hopefully Sam will be there already.” He looked hopefully at the officer, “You ever hear of a Sam Winchester?” he asked, knowing they always used those named incognito. He sighed dramatically when the officer shook his head and shut the door.
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Post by Myka Diamandi on Dec 7, 2012 4:40:17 GMT 1
Myka would definitely need to comment on his choice of code names. Lisa? How boring. She kept herself rolling her eyes and instead clutched onto her new 'hubby' like she thought Jaycen wanted. She would never be one of the reservation women, legs thick with children. She would be on the hunt all her life like she was with Grandfather.
Myka, or Lisa that she would now be used within the city, curled up at Jaycen's side within the SUV. She placed her inside his arm as the sat, a nervous tension in her hands as she clasp them to her body. These officers were badass, taking out 10 zombies by themselves. If Tommy was in trouble, she would bet her own sweet ass that things were coming away bloody.
She lowered her lashes, hoping to convey her thoughts to Jaycen. Pieces of her copper hair fell down the sides of her face in a fiery mane. Her dark, upper lash line fell in a dainty swoop and accented her sharp cheeks and pert nose. Pressed in the back of a SUV with wicked dangerous officers was not the vacation Myka would have asked for, but it wasn't so bad in Jaycen's arm. The miles felt like seconds and Myka felt her heart skip too many beats as Jaycen was at her side. Goodness knows she didn't have time to be any kind of sick.
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Post by Jaycen Remington on Dec 7, 2012 15:19:07 GMT 1
Jaycen let his arm drape around the back of Myka gladly. Because she was a hunter, there was an instant trust between them. They would both know that the other would always have the others back when it came to the matters of survival and dealing with creatures that the would have killed without mercy on the outside of the city. Just thinking about Myka in a combat situation made Jaycen's heart go pitter-patter. Here she was, resting under his arm like a lazy kitten when she was in fact capable of great feats of ferocity and strength. There were no words to describe what he wanted to do but he had a clear and definite picture in his head. He shifted in his seat with a muffled grunt, feeling something sharp scrape against his ribs. He looked down and saw blood on shirt. "My...Lisa." he almost slipped on her name, good thing her name started with a word that could make it sound like he was calling her his. He pressed his hand to the bloody patch, trying to feel what it was. He was met with a sharp, poking sting. "What the fuck?" he exclaimed softly, trying not to draw the attention of the officers. He quickly lifted his t-shirt, which he had put back on when the Vampires arrived. Several thick cactus needles were deeply embedded in his skin, several were broken off at the surface. It looked like he had gone to war with a porcupine. He must have slid over a cactus when he fell. Jaycen knew about the mutated species of cactus in the desert that could make you very sick if you were stuck by them. He hoped to whatever diety was listening that it was not that species. "Not good." he mumbled.
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Post by Myka Diamandi on Dec 8, 2012 1:19:34 GMT 1
Myka was just about to start relaxing when Jaycen gave a mutter of pain. She looked down, expecting something a little more intimate, not physical harm. Her throat suddenly seemed dry as she saw the sharp points of cactus spikes protrude from Jaycen's side.
Not again. She couldn't lose another man in her life. Myka forced the shirt away from the wound and looked into Jaycen's eyes. "I need to get this out, don't I?"
Her chin started to wobble, too easily did she fall into the role of human wife. She looked over to the VSF agents, in their dark suits and expressionless bodies. Monsters. "I'll need some things from my pack, please. There's a little drawstring bag in the right side. Might I care for his wounds?" Luckily enough, all her hunter's gear was cleverly disguised, but for how long?
She had a few roots, used for poison or cure when used correctly. She didn't know much of the area, but with Jaycen's knowledge, they'd make it through. Already her trust for him was solid and it was something she had sorely missed from her days hunting with a partner. Myka hadn't had anyone to lean on in years, and that made for very lonely birthdays.
Myka looked down again at the bleeding wound, giving a half smile to herself. It had been too long, her mind was wandering to scenarios in which 'Lisa and Dean' had a wonderful homecoming and with 'Dean's' defined abs giving Myka a hot flash...well. It's just better not to think about.
The SUV pulled to a stop for a second and Myka darted out of the vehicle with another officer to keep watch. She quickly gathered her pack and jumped right back in the seat beside Jaycen. "It's fine, I can patch him up in here."
She gave Jaycen a careful look as she focused on the wound. She'd patched up more than her own fair share of bleeding bodies, but not this close to two men so threatening. She tossed a bit of gauze out of the bag, along with a pair of silver needle nose pliers and a sweet smelling bit of herbs.
"Tell me what I need to know about these, Dean." She took in a firm gulp of air and settled her nerves to the problem at hand. If those officers even took one move to hurt Jaycen, she'd go down swinging and that thought scared her.
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Post by Jaycen Remington on Dec 8, 2012 19:09:52 GMT 1
The VSF officer who watched over Myka as she got her stuff turned around in his seat to see what was doing on. He let out a small gasp and motioned for another pull over. He got out and opened the back door, "Move over." he commanded as he got in. Jaycen moved to accomodate him, not about to protest. The man pulled off his helmet without fear, "Don't worry, I'm not a vampire and Ellis has his mask on, he won't be taking it off with the sun shield down. Even if he did, he has wicked control over his thirst, only really old vampires can be awake in the daytime. We don't attack innocent humans. I can help." he spoke softly.
Jaycen moved his hands that he had instictively put up defensively, ready to fight him off while Myka got away. He lowered them and let the guy, who didn't look a day over 16 look at the thorns. "These are Medusa thorns my friend." He looked at Jaycen to see if he understood.
"Dammit." Jaycen cursed. It was what he thought. "We gotta take them out, without breaking them." he said with deep concern. "But these three are already broken." he pointed at the ones below the surface.
"Ellis!" The young man called out to his partner. "Bypass the gate, Code 1 to the Hospital. He's got Medusa thorns, looks like three broke." He looked at Myka, "Lisa, right? Let me have the pliars, lets see if I can get the others out before they soften." he held his hand out for them.
The vehicle was low on power so the drive remained at the same pace but with more focus on the drivers face. As they reached the gate he paused and rolled down the window. "Get that horse off of there, register it under Dean and Lisa Winchester, we got a Code 1, need a power core." The horse was quickly untied and let to a water trough while it was being registered and the hood of the velicle was thrown up. Clanks and bangs were heard before the hood was slammed down and given a pat to let the drive know he was good to go. "Aren't you glad you let me drive, my heart?" he asked the young Techa. The Techa blushed and smiled, "Yeah..." he went back to work trying to remove the thorns as the SUV picked up blinding speed and hit the New Vegas Flyover that was designed just for VSF vehicles. "Don't worry, we'll get you there before you start to atrophy." the young techa soothed.
Jaycen grabbed Myka's hand. He was scared now but he would never show it on his face. "I'm not worried." he lied through his teeth.
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Post by Myka Diamandi on Dec 8, 2012 22:45:32 GMT 1
Myka would never thought her hand would feel small. She had the same wide palms of her father and grandfather, with long slender fingers. Not since she was a child, had someone taken her hand. The act stunned her, shook her to the core and the smile she gave to Jaycen was only the slight bit dreamy. She had handed her pliers over easily and bit her bottom lip. "Dean, it'll be okay."
The words left her lips too easily. Myka knew she was in deep with this hunter. Her nerves felt high strung with the vampire in the car, old geezer or not. She didn't trust monsters. The kids who hopped back in the SUV looked green around the edges, but he moved precisely and with confidence as she looked at the thorns. Myka chastised herself for judging someone so soon. Wasn't that what fucked her own prey up? The judged her to be small and fragile when she was a born and bred warrior and what gave her strength was her heart.
And she just might be losing that to Jaycen Remington.
Might. There was a chance that maybe she'd be able to leave New Vegas without her heart in a thousand pieces. He might already have a wife. The thought was sobering and Myka set the angle of her jaw with frightening quickness. Being in new Vegas wasn't about her and Jaycen. It was about Tommy. For now.
For now.
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Post by Thomas Remington on Dec 10, 2012 7:18:39 GMT 1
Striking out on his own was something that happened from time to time. Thomas didn’t need to Jaycen to hold his hand anymore and walk him through being what they were, doing what they did. After their father had split he wasn’t as restricted as he had been but he could still see that look in Jaycen’s eyes, still viewed as the baby brother despite having surpassed him in both size and on occasion, he wondered, mentally and emotionally as well. Tommy wasn’t perfect of course but he thought that of the two of them he knew himself better and pushing himself was done, more or less, with calculation and thought rather than the brazen ways of his brother. He had been going over this plan, in private, for weeks to make sure that every detail was what it needed to be. It wasn’t too dangerous of a task, just having heard word of some omens that Tommy had strung a pattern together on and all he was going into New Vegas to do was gather more intelligence on what he thought the creature was and then would kill it, though he was still prepared to kill it on sight if the opportunity arose.
He didn’t think Jaycen needed to be in on this particular hunt. It wasn’t anything personal toward Jaycen, he thought his brother was a great hunter, it was just he didn’t need him for this one. Thomas had kept his mouth shut and his intentions quiet so that Jaycen wouldn’t insist on coming along. If he had known what Thomas was planning he knew sure enough Jaycen would want in on it too. He had a bag ready and stashed away, which he grabbed while Jaycen was still sleeping and slipped out to start on his ride to New Vegas. He figured Jaycen would stay asleep for another solid five hours or so and by that point he wouldn’t have time to catch up and barge in. Retrieving a horse Thomas kept a steady pace for a good while conserving his horse’s energy in case they needed to make a sprint for it and quick. Haven horses were built to last long distances as long as you didn’t ride them too hard, though about half way to the city Thomas got off and walked the horse even pausing for a little bit to give it some water to refresh itself.
Entering New Vegas, through the gates, he headed for his destination- his guns had been left with his horse knowing that he couldn’t have them inside of the city anyway- not that they would have done much good against the creature that he was going up against. By the time Thomas had crawled back out from the sewers where the creature dwelled and was heading back toward the gates he saw a flash of a vehicle rushing in toward the direction of the medical center. It had come from out in the wastelands. At first it was just mild paranoia settling in that something was amiss but as Thomas remembered that he had left the maps out on the table he groaned and started jogging toward the medical center. That idiot had probably followed him and got himself into trouble as he sometimes did, especially when Thomas wasn’t there to watch his back. He was much slower than the car of course and since he wasn’t wearing any Jump shoes or using any other mode of transportation besides his own strength and endurance, it took him a good while to arrive where he was going, winded and panted by the time that he got there. Knowing the alias that they used Thomas approached the nurse’s station and asked if they had just admitted a Dean Winchester.
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Post by Jaycen Remington on Dec 10, 2012 14:49:46 GMT 1
Jaycen could feel the poison seeping into his muscles, causing them to tighten and stiffen. Being in his chest, that was the first place he felt it. He began making more effort to breathe with his chest constricted on the side that the thorns were in. He soon felt the poison move up his neck to his jaw on that side. He kept looking at Myka and smiling assuredly, "I'm fine." he kept repeating until the muscles in that side of his jaw stiffened as if made of stone. His smile was now awkwardly crooked. "S'ok." he muttered.
The trip went by in a flash. Everything happened so fast, his head spun. The vehicle had barely parked when one second, the young techa stepped out of the vehicle. Suddenly the driver was not in his seat. Jaycen blinked, thinking he was seeing things. But then, the old vampire was leaning into the car and slipping one arm around his back, the other under his legs, "Upsy daisy...". Before he could protest, he was out of the car. A rush of wind in his ears and he was suddenly being placed on a gurney inside the hospital. He looked up at the vampire in confusion. "S'allright mate, I'm fast for an old man." the vampire teased. "Where's Myka?" he asked, trying to crane his neck to look for the door but his neck was stone stiff.
"Don't worry, mate, Ray will bring her in." the vampire assured him then moved to the desk, blurting out the words, "Medusa Thorns, atrophy already started."
Jaycen began to freak out slightly. He felt like someone was sitting on his chest and the effort was exhausting. Suddenly a very tall man was standing over him. He looked up, alarmed. The man had the most brilliant blue eyes he had ever seen and they glowed vibrantly. He knew immediately what the creature was. "Relax." the most soothing voice he ever heard implored him. "My healing will not work for the poison until the thorns are removed, but I can help you breathe." he comforted. He hovered his hands over Jaycen's chest. The angels eyes and hands began to glow and Jaycen could feel his lungs begin inflating and deflating easily.
"Oh good, an angel." the old vampire was back. He clapped the angel on the back, "Good on ya, mate. Always glad to see you lot in critical situation." the vampire turned to Jaycen as the angel ignored the vampire, he was concentrating. "You're in good hands here. We'll be back later to fill out a report. I blame meself, I shoulda checked you both." with a pat on his arm, the vampire left.
Jaycen made a face. Why did he have to be so nice? It made it really hard to hate them when they were nice! "They were once human, child." the angel said softly then went silent again. Jaycen felt a cool, strong but feminine hand grasp his and instinctively he gripped it. The angel remained with him as orderlies arrived and ran the gurney to the trauma room. Someone was petting his head as the nurses worked around the angel, placing stickers on his chest and shoving a needle into his arm.
"My father is going to kill me for not looking after Tommy." he whined. "If I die, my mother will kill me again in the afterlife, if there is one. I promised her...I promised." He may have been four years old at the time but it was the last promise he ever made to his mother. She had told him, "Angels watch over you Jayjay, promise you'll stay close to Tommy so they can watch over him too." she had said to him. "I promise Mama." he had answered. If he never did anything else right, keeping that promise would be one thing he did not fail at. "I promise..." he murmured as the poison crept over the top of his skull and slowed his thinking processes considerably.
He felt a stubbled cheek against his and warm, sweet breath in his ear. "You're mother was right, Jaycen." his eyes darted over to see it was the angel. "I have watched over you from birth. And I shall continue to." He blinked and the angel was still standing over him making his chest rise and fall. "I'm losing it." he mumbled.
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Post by Myka Diamandi on Dec 11, 2012 7:33:37 GMT 1
Myka didn't want to leave him. Not now. She knew he was in good hands with an angel administering healing through the white light that surrounded him, but she still didn't like it. The hand on the small of her back almost mad her gag. Vampire hands were so cold. She imagined them to be claws, pressing on the small of her spine and that's the only reason Myka kept walking forward.
"Miss? We'll need you to fill out some paperwork on your husband."
Right. Husband.
She accepted the pen and paper cautiously from the nurse, giving a smile to her. She moved a bit down in the room, back to the wall and exits open. Looking down to the form, it could have all been in Greek as her head swam. Actually, Greek might be better. Myka looked up to the nurse's station to see a long, lanky man with a great physique. She cocked an eyebrow as she heard him ask for "Dean".
She wracked her brain to think of Tommy's cover name. "Sam?" She called out, hoping she wasn't wrong. "Sam Winchester?" Her own face was open, caring. Hopefully this was the brother Jaycen was looking for. They didn't look too much alike, Myka thought, except for the dark hair and good looks. Even then, she saw a look of determination on this tall man's face and she could certainly see that look on Jaycen's face only hours ago when he spoke of his missing brother.
She decided to take a chance, hoping that maybe fate was on her side, and strode up to the information desk to stop before the man. "If you're looking for your brother, I can take you there. We just need to talk first." She settled on him a deep look, hoping that her eyes spoke more than her mouth. She needed to make sure this was really Tommy, although her gut said it was.
((tag: Thomas))
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Post by Thomas Remington on Dec 11, 2012 17:45:00 GMT 1
The nurse wasn’t much help, though she couldn’t really be blamed as the admittance process hadn’t come through to her desk yet, it still frustrated Thomas. It couldn’t be helped. When you were worried and stressed you didn’t have too much patience for those who weren’t giving you what you needed and in some cases you didn’t even have tolerance for those that did. It was that sense of helplessness that gripped at Thomas making him a bit curter with those around him then he otherwise might have been. His palm tapped against the counter as the woman seemed to that her time with searching through her records. He was pissed off with just the idea that Jaycen had come after him and gotten himself into trouble let alone finding that it was actually the case.
Hearing the name Sam called out it didn’t register at first that it was meant for him because the voice came from a female. The addition of Winchester though had Thomas turning around, essentially abandoning the nurse for the time being, to look into the face of a redhead. Mind connecting where he thought the dots might have led to it took a lot out of him not to scoff at the notion that not only had Jaycen potentially got himself into trouble but it had been with a woman no less. Typical. Looking her over Thomas took in her features doing his best to get a grip on who this woman might have been. She seemed to be friendly enough but one could never tell for sure. ”Yeah…” His response was more questioning than informative.
He wasn’t sure what the woman wanted to talk to him about and frankly didn’t care because all he wanted to do was go check on his brother. Glancing back at the nurse Thomas remembered his manners and despite her not being able to help at all, he thanked her for her time before heading over to the redhead. ”Where is my brother?” He hated to be rude and hoped that he had been able to ask nicely, but Thomas was at that boiling point where the only thing that really mattered to him was finding out where Jaycen was and seeing the condition that he was in. The curiosity as to who the redhead was did hold value with him still but not so much that it couldn’t be put off until after he saw Jaycen. His gaze traveled from the woman to his surroundings trying to see if he could catch a glimpse of his brother anywhere but he had been hauled off to get his treatment by that point. That worried him too. Even though vampires weren’t to harm innocent humans…nothing about a Remington could be considered innocent to vampires.
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