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Thread: Dad Has Had a Long Day Sweetie [Mr_Sir & loneiysong]

Robert would smile as he moved to sit down at the table with his daughter, giving one more big yawn before he would be able to eat. After it had passed he would look to her, shaking his head again. Honey, you're a gorgeous woman. You may not have your mother's hair color, but you have everything else. He thought about that comment for a moment, sighing a bit to himself and shaking his head. He probably shouldn't be going quite that far to tell his daughter she was beautiful. It was the truth however, she was her mother's daughter. He would look to the food now, keeping his eyes there for the time being as he spoke. But yea...glad you're not going out in those. Around the house is fine by me. He would start to eat, taking a few bites before asking her a question. So, how was your day though? School doesn't start back up till next month. Got any classes you're looking forward to, or read any good books lately? That was one thing he and his daughter certainly shared, they were both massive bookworms. One room in the house was dedicated just to their combined collection of books, one entire wall of it being just Elena's. So, it was always a topic that they could go on for a while. I ended up picking up a few science fiction and fantasy novels from the book store on the way back from work. They're in my brief case if you want to take a look. He would motion back in the living room. She could grab it whenever she wanted, he trusted her with his belongings. Heck, she often would help him get his stuff together for work if he was running late, or surprise him by doing it the night before. She really was the best daughter anyone could have. Though of course, his opinion was probably biased, he stood by the statement.
Thread: Dad Has Had a Long Day Sweetie [Mr_Sir & loneiysong]

She smiled adn shook her head. She began to eat and smiled adn continued to eat. She looked up and then shrugged. I was thinking of trying out for the Jazz band at school, but I am not sure. She shrugged adn then rubbed her arms and then smiled at him and laughed. Lately, I have been reading a lot of Stephen King. Right now though, I am trying to get through 'The Stand'. Really intense stuff. One of the many reasons I am proud to get a flu shot yearly. She smiled. She came alive when it came to books. She loved everything written. Except J.R.R. Tolkein and Shakespeare. Both of those she hated. She then cleared her throat and looked at him and smiled. Ohh nice. I can't wait. Anything you get that looks particularly interesting? She msiled adn watched him adn continued to eat. She leaned back finishing and drinking her soda and sighed softly. She leaned back and watched him.
Thread: Dad Has Had a Long Day Sweetie [Mr_Sir & loneiysong]

Robert would listen to his daughter talk about her day, keeping his eyes down upon the food for the time being. As she mentioned trying out for the jazz band, he thought about it for a few moments. Weighing the pros and cons in his head as he always did. Cost was always a key factor when it came to parenting, still though it wasn't like he couldn't afford any new instrument she needed. When it came right down to it, he wanted his daughter to freely express her creative side. Well, if you want to try out, then you should do it. You've got a lot of talent, came a long ways from middle school. I remember when you were first learning then, practiced like crazy, to the point of driving me crazy. He chuckled at the thought. But you've turned into quite a talent hon. I know I'm your father, and I'm supposed to say encouraging things like that. But seriously, you're good and you shouldn't sell yourself short hon. He continued to listen as she talked about the book she was reading now. The Stand eh? Yea, that's a pretty intense book. Though I'm more of a fan of King's short stories and novellas. Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption is great, and was adapted into a great film. Also, The Body, that was later adapted to film as Stand By Me. He would give a shrug, continuing to eat as he thought about the stories involved, and some of the other books he had read recently. When she asked what he had bought he perked up, looking to her. Well, I was able to get a few Terry Brooks novels, the rest of the Shannara series that we didn't have. Also, some random sci-fi books that I hadn't heard of before. Also I got a copy of Othello for myself. He smirked, knowing his daughter didn't have the taste for Shakespeare that he had, though they both fully agreed on Tolkein.
Thread: Dad Has Had a Long Day Sweetie [Mr_Sir & loneiysong]

She smiled and then looked at him. When she had been brought here, he had a piano in the room that the guests came over. It was a beautiful black polished one. She had begun to teach herself and learn. It wasn't long before she was playing masterfully. It was the same with any instrument she picked up, she learned it quickly. At the mention of jazz band, she saw the far away look in her fathers eye as he was quickly adding up the expense. She looked down and continued to eat. Maybe she wouldn't. She smiled as their conversation went to something lighter. She laughed and then shook her head. I don't know if I will read 'The Body' because in my mind, if it doesn't have Wil Wheaton then what is the point. She smiled blushing. She had a thing for Wil Wheaton. She never admitted it. Not to anyone. To go into depth about how much she liked him would just be further proof of how much of a shy nerd she was and that would break her fathers heart. She knew it. She could see him being a jock in school.
Thread: Dad Has Had a Long Day Sweetie [Mr_Sir & loneiysong]

Robert would give a chuckle as she mentioned Wil Wheaton, shaking his head a bit as he spoke. Well, I can certainly understand that. Not like he was of age back then though. That does remind me though, I was planning to watch some Star Trek later. I'm sure we can find a good Wesley episode if you care to join me. He smiled, shrugging a bit as he finally finished off his own dinner now. He would settle back into his seat, waiting for a response from his daughter. While he may have played sports back in school, she did get her love of a few things honest from her father. He didn't advertise it much himself, however he did get into a number of science fiction and fantasy series in literature and television here and there. This could of course be backed up by the books he had mentioned bringing home earlier. I also got some Orson Scott Card books if you want to check any of those out. Normally not one of the authors he would buy, as he did think Mr. Card was a loudmouth bigot, but it was a used book store, so he felt a little better about it. The guy at least was a good writer if nothing else.
Thread: Dad Has Had a Long Day Sweetie [Mr_Sir & loneiysong]

She smiled and then shook her head. Even if it doesn't have Wesley Crusher, it still has Sir Patrick Stewart and Worf! Ohh and number two. She giggled and then nodded finishing her food and then stood up and cleaned up the plates and then pulled out a pie she was also cooking. She brought out plates and looked to him and served the cherry pie with vanilla ice cream and came over and put down the dessert and then put down a carafe of coffee. She clapped her hands. Yay, I am happy. I love Orson Scott Card. How could someone be so homophobic talk so freely about little boy penises or write such great books. It isn't fair. She smiled adn then looked at him and grinned. She began to eat her desert and then sighed thinking. A lot of things aren't fair though, aren't they. SHe continued to eat and then looked down.
Thread: Dad Has Had a Long Day Sweetie [Mr_Sir & loneiysong]

Number one, Will Riker is his first officer. So, number one. He corrected her, smiling. If anything, Data would be number two as the second officer. He chuckled, shrugging as he shook his head a bit. I know far too much about that show for my own good. He smiled to his daughter, watching as she would clear away the dishes and then brought out the cherry pie along with ice cream. His hand would move to hers as she sat the plate down in front of him, grasping it for a moment as he looked to her. Thank you dear, means a lot to me that you've had all this ready for me when I get back from work. I just want you to know that. He would let go of her hand so she could get back to what she was doing. Settling in his seat as he listened to his daughter speak. A bite taken from his pie every so often as he listened, chuckling and shaking his head a bit as she spoke about the author they had just mentioned a few moments ago. Though as she finished speaking, he would tilt his head with a more worried look upon his features. Noting her getting quiet and looking down at the floor now. Well, yes a lot of life isn't fair at all. Something you have to learn to deal with, or overcome somehow. What's wrong though sweetie? You seem a little down, anything that I could help you out with? He would set his fork down, moving to pour himself a cup of coffee as he would wait for his daughter to talk. He wouldn't push her to talk if she just wasn't up for it, but he wanted to make sure she knew that he was there for her.
Thread: Dad Has Had a Long Day Sweetie [Mr_Sir & loneiysong]

Well that is not what Captain Jean Luc Picard calls him so- at that she stuck out her tongue out at him. It comforted her when she found out that her father was a big a nerd as she was. She remembered when she first came over to his house, and he found her in the entertainment room watching a marathon of Twilight Zone. She didn't talk, and he didn't pry. But she remembered falling asleep with her head in his lap and woke up to him holding her safe in his arms. When she brought back the pie, she smiled at him and held his hand. You work hard to support me, you deserve so much more than what I have to give. I am sorry that I cannot give it to you. She said and looked at him sadly. When he let her hand go, she swallowed adn then her chin quivered. She felt tears hot and uncomfortable roll down her face. She swallowed adn tears continued to roll down her face. Sometimes, she just got depressed. She in fact suffered on and off of it. I am just sad, I am sorry. SHe looked away and stood up swallowing and moved to the bathroom and wiped her eyes and tried to get a grip, but she just continued to cry.
Thread: Beyond Laws, Above Rules. Res for Autumn Queen. MxM 18+

Andrew took notes as he went over the details with the forensic team. This whole thing made him sick he wondered why he even took this reassignment. It had been nothing but horror story and sad deaths since his feet hit the ground in this dreary, rain-swept city. He felt the first few drops on his skin as he wrapped up his questioning and began to make his way out of the crime scene. There would be enough work here for the local team without him underfoot, and besides... his eyes raked across the few remaining bystanders outside the yellow tape... he had thought that he saw him . He began to quicken his pace. There... he thought he saw a familiar way of moving, of skating across the ground like he was floating... Drew wanted to call out to the shadow but he didn't want to be the fool. Instead he ran out to the outside of the warehouse and tried to see where the shadowy from might have gone, but the clouds darkened and the few drops turned into an outpouring of water that would have made Niagra proud. He stood there in the rain, his long coat growing damp as the water covered him, and looked across the sheeted distances to the dock, half a block away, and then back towards the warehouse again. No... there must have been no one. He must have imagined it again. But as Andrew Brock stood there, the cool water washing away both the evidence and his hope, he wished for nothing more than to know what had happened to the kid who had disappeared on him so long ago. It was going to be one of those things that haunted him long past his retirement, he believed. He'd never figure out where the kid went or what his last moments of life was like. Stop it. He might not be dead, you idiot! He might have gone into hiding! But Drew knew that it was just a pipe dream. Informants didn't disappear unless someone made them disappear... and those someones were usually not friendly to keeping the informant alive. He had to face it the kid was dead. He had died, and Andrew had been to blame for letting him out of his sight. He was as responsible as if he had killed him himself.
Thread: Beyond Laws, Above Rules. Res for Autumn Queen. MxM 18+

What was it about this place? It was either too hot, too cold, too wet... or all of the above. Today it was cold and wet. The rain smelled like metal and the clouds seemed to suck the color out of everything. Shades of grey blanketed the city, blending smoke and fog and smog into one disgusting mess and making everything depressed. Andrew glanced at the blank, thick sky, perhaps hoping to see some glimmer of sunlight or silver lining. Instead he saw a momentary silhouette against the grey. A darker shape a man standing on the warehouse roof. Was that the killer? Who else would survey the site like that? In another blink of an eye the shape was gone, leading the detective to wonder if he had imagined it all. But then... there was only a few ways a person could leave the roof. Either through the inside, which was covered in cops, or on the walls. Drew jogged towards the huge warehouse and kept his eyes trained on the building looking for places a man could scale the sides and return to the ground. The water ran over his face and down his neck, pooling near his nape before finding ways to penetrate the dense layers of coat and clothes that shielded him. Drew's gloved hands lightly cupped in anxiety as he rounded the far end of the warehouse and he looked for the man who he had seen on the roof. If there was a man... whoever it was... he needed to explain what he was doing on the roof. Drew mentally prepared himself to find someone willing to fight his way free. The killer wasn't a man who Andrew profiled as being a gun-user. He was more stealthy he probably drugged his victims and then used other, more quiet ways to subdue them while he etched his artwork across their skin. No... not a man to use a gun, but not a safe man to be around either. Whoever the silhouette had been, Andrew was determined to find him before either of them left the crime scene.
Thread: Beyond Laws, Above Rules. Res for Autumn Queen. MxM 18+

He knew the instant he'd been spotted and saw Andrew start to move, heard the sound of his footsteps slapping through puddles, the slight distortion of the rain made by a man moving through it. He could try and evade him - likely succeed too he was very good at evasion, or he could go for confrontation... If he got caught trying to flee that would only make it worse for them, but the chance of escaping freely was tempting. A confrontation with someone who had power over him without even being aware of it... he had so little to hold on to without losing the memory of their time together. Greiver was spiraling though, something that happened every few years, when he started to wane, when things got too hard and he wondered why he was still doing this, why he was still out here, still fighting, trying to do the right thing when so much was against him. The only real good memories he had to hold on to was his time with Drew which was why he eventually ended up here, spiraling around him. He'd done this before, a few years back before Andrew was a detective. Greiver had hung around for a week or two, watching him and covering him from afar if he got into any trouble, taking risks he usually wouldn't because he was losing control of himself, losing his reason to keep going. He'd never revealed himself though and eventually gotten through it, headed back out to continue his life. It'd been close a few times though when Drew had walked past him while he was disguised, or when he was hiding just barely out of sight, he'd taken those risks, more he'd taken them needlessly. Just like he was doing now, he supposed. It wasn't even in big things, it was little things too, like being out in this weather with just dark trousers and a long sleeved shirt over a t-shirt, not even a coat on against the cold despite how much he hated it. The attire was normal for him, but normally he was hanging out in warm, sunny climes, not this freezing rainstorm. He'd not been here long though, catching up on the crime scenes and keeping an eye out for his old companion, for all that he'd kept his distance. Greiver had missed him though, and what was one more risk when his life was full of them already? When Andrew came hurrying around the corner after him, Greiver wasn't running, nor was he hiding, though there were plenty of places to do so. He was stood in the middle of the path between the two warehouses, waiting for him.
Thread: Hitchhiking the Hard Way (runawayninja x ColorMeHorror)

David pulled into a trashy looking gas station that had a few cars, Harleys, and big rigs at it. He gassed up his sporty looking black Camry and then went inside to pick up a few items. He had his sights on heading for Vegas as he was already driving through the Mojave Desert in Nevada. He had left Oklahoma, leaving practically his whole live behind there. He had cut himself off from everything and had few safety nets, but he wasn't worried. David cut a lean figure, tall, silvery haired, unusual for a man just turning thirty. He cropped it short and kept it neat. Green eyes scanned over the junk food items. He was clearly a tourist as he wore a faded black Pink Floyd t-shirt and blue jeans that looked newer than old and his sneakers weren't covered in dust and dirt, but he didn't seem to mind being a stranger in a strange land. He picked up with few salty snacks and candy bars, along with a six-pack of sports drinks and a few porno mags. About as liberal as it got in a place like this was that they had a few gay magazines, and in addition to Bimbos, Asian Sluts, and Busty MILFS, he picked up a mag called Twinks Next Door. It got him a weird look from the mustachioed and gruff looking cashier, but he rang him up just the same. David wanted to get back on the road.
Thread: Hitchhiking the Hard Way (runawayninja x ColorMeHorror)

Marley had only run away a few weeks ago, yet already felt more free than ever. No more beatings, no more rape, no more yelling. He was his own person and was free to finally be a teenager, albeit a tad different than most. Luckily having been born and raised in the outskirts of Nevada had made him tough, and frequent runs to shitty parts of the nearby city for groceries and booze had made him street smart as well. A little prostitution for money or a place to sleep, sometimes even food. Showering when he could in sleazy motels or washing his hair in sinks of fast food restaurants. Stealing, trading, making. It really wasn't as bad as people made it seem. Up until that night he had never gotten into much trouble. Rather, no one had ever been fast enough to catch him when he did something illegal. Unfortunately the man with the dead eyes behind the cashier had a wandering gaze and, in the midst of staring at the sixteen year old's ass, caught him trying to sneak a pack of cigarettes into his pocket. With the short stature, slim, fit build, and plump lips it was hard to actually get angry with him. It felt like yelling at a girl. Still, even with his shoulder length mass of curly black hair and bright blue eyes stealing was a crime. The man grabbed the back of the kid's loose fitting tee and caught a glimpse of his ass from underneath his denim short shorts. Even with the blush on his cheeks his yelling was obnoxious. Marley tried to kick him off with his worn out red converse, but the man just grabbed him around the waist and started dragging him to the counter.
Thread: Hitchhiking the Hard Way (runawayninja x ColorMeHorror)

David was about to step back into the night when he heard the commotion behind him. He instinctively turned around to face the issue and heard the argument and saw the cigarettes in the cashier's hand. It didn't take much to figure out what had transpired. David was going to leave, but the situation suddenly struck him as being a very bad one. These isolated rural areas had a way of issuing out their own brand of justice, and that girlish looking boy looked very vulnerable. David paid for the cigarettes and got into it with the cashier about buying a kid cigarettes being illegal and David countered that they were for him. David was clearly willing to argue more about it than the cashier, because the cashier let him go, but asked for a fifty in addition to the cigarettes. Wanted to avoid any trouble, David forked it over and then stepped out with the cigarettes in hand, heading back out into the night.
Thread: Hitchhiking the Hard Way (runawayninja x ColorMeHorror)

Marley couldn't do much more than stare in awe as some complete stranger swiped the pack of cigarettes from the cashier's hands and started yelling at him. It was strange enough that someone had intervened, but when it became obvious the man was from out of town he wasn't sure what to think. No one had ever stood up for him for anything good, so why was this guy helping him jack some smokes? His blue eyes were wide as he watched the altercation between the two unfold and, just as quickly, resolve itself. Still, fifty was a lot for a tip. Then the guy started to leave and Marley was thrown back into confusion. Was he seriously just gonna steal his smokes like that? After shooting the cashier a dirty look, the teen dashed out after the man out of nothing more than curiosity. What the hell was that? He laughed, jogging after the stranger. Hey, where are you going? His gaze went from the man's face to the cigarettes, then to the fancy car they had stalled by. A mischievous grin tugged at the kid's lips and looked up at the man with childlike wonder in his eyes. Can I come?
Thread: Hitchhiking the Hard Way (runawayninja x ColorMeHorror)

David looked down at the teen, unsure of what to do or make of him. He wasn't one to get involved in things like this, and now this situation looked like it was going to start following him. But he was cute, very cute. He looked at him and sighed softly, shrugging his shoulders a bit. Sure, get in. He unlocked all the doors and climbed inside. Then David shot him a deadly serious look. Look, I'm going to level with you here. Don't fuck with me. I don't know if you're running from the law or if you're in some kind of trouble, but I don't want any of it. I've got my own problems, I'm dealing with my own shit, I don't need any of yours. You're not going to ride with me for free. I'm going to guess you don't have any cash, but we'll talk about payment later, but most of all, don't try to steal from me. I'm willing to share a few things and help you along, but if you take me for granted or just straight up try to use me, I'll do worse than those guys in there, got it? With that, David headed back for the highway. So...why are you on the road? And where are you headed? David's tone had calmed considerably now.