Thread: "Keep me safe."  [ bit && Azuriyuu ]

Bartiel Schwarz-Onyx loved his tea. Next to his daughter, there was nothing more in the world that he loved than his tea. His tea did remarkable things, like keep him healthy, soothe the aches from old broken bones, and help him wake up each morning in lieu of bitter-tasting coffee. The thirty-four year old father of one was shaving in preperation to arrive at Miss Elaine's new home. Bartiel had been in a funny sort of position he loved having the resources of a police officer, but hated the red tape. So he was in the middle of discussing his resignation with his partner when they received a call that led them to pulling a blood-splattered girl his own daughter's age from a closet, Bartiel contemplated his resignation. When Delilah came to him and asked him if there was anything he could do to help her best friend ElaineWhose name he remembered from that night he grew curious. After comparing stories, Bartiel had to laugh at the sad coincidence and irony that he was one of the cops who pulled his daughter's best friend's form out of hiding and protected her. It also gave him an excuse to take leave to give himself time to think about whether he wanted to continue as a detective. He was a multitalented man, so he wouldn't even need to go to some crummy community college if he decided to persue another path, even at his age. So the offer to stay with Elaine killed so many birds with one stone that it might have well have been dropping a mountain on a duck pond in Bartiel's opinion. So finishing his morning tea, the almost-middle-aged redhead grabbed the keys for his car and heading out after washing the dish. As he reached the door he leaned down, scratching his Saint Bernard who he unoriginally named Bernard between his ears, a smile coming across his face. Vision'll be along before too long, he said, grabbing one of his bags as the old dog tried to stand up and follow him, alerted from his sleep before Bartiel closed the door behind him. Delilah's boyfriend promised to housesit. Vision was a good guy. Spacey, lazy, and with less attention than Bernard, but honest, earnest, and good-hearted. The kind of guy he wouldn't mind if Delilah staying with. After making sure he wasn't being followed, Bartiel ended up arriving at the apartment he was told to come to. He raised an eyebrow as he checked the piece of paper. The right place, he said quietly as he headed over to knock on the door. Bartiel was, to most, an intimidating man. He stood tall, at 6'2, with fair skin that built a slight tan over time. A build that still carried some of the lightness of youth, but had a good amount of muscle built onto it. Piercing green eyes that terrified criminals and suspected innocents alike behind thin-lensed, light-framed glasses. Perhaps the only odd part of his appearance was his ginger hair, pulled back into a ponytail that reached just beyond his shoulders, a few stray gray hairs mixed into the flame color, though those added character and showed his age and wisdom. To those who knew him and looked at him - actually looked at his soft, still-energetic and youthful facial features and expressions that only seemed aged if one looked at the barely-visible crow's feet at his eyes, Bartiel would seem not so intimidating. Dressed in a gray duster jacket that hung loosely open, his chest adorned in a simple navy blue silken shirt. His legs in a pair of black slacks, and his feet in a pair of heavy black boots, every part of the outfit but the shirt looking beaten and worn with age. He held onto his bag relaxed, and though he had two others in the trunk of his car, he didn't want to bring them in until he was sure that this would work out and he would be able to stay around. He made it seem as if he didn't care about his apperance, but he was making a very important statement in his relaxed appearance This is who I am, and I'm not going to dress up pretty.