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Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Gotcha. I'll be with you in a bit, Brenda chirped and made her way over to Brady. Coffee. Black. And I'll handle the calzone. Brady didn't reply and got to work like a man twice his age. After this order, he'd take his break. He could have used some tea and a place to plant his ass. It was a sad day when he was too tired to hobble outside for a smoke. He handed Brenda the coffee in silence, knowing damn well she'd chew his hand off if he tried to serve Newark himself. He didn't know why she was trying. Even from where he was standing he could clearly see that the man wasn't interested. If Brady had to make an educated guess, he'd have assumed that Newark was single and not ready to mingle for whatever reason. Work, ex girlfriend, other issues. He just gave off that air and Brady knew first hand how that went. While Brenda busied herself and hummed the most annoying tune known to man, Brady eyed the clock and waited patiently for the minute to tick away. All right, break time. Mind gettin' me some tea after you're done eyefucking the customers? Brenda dealt him a sour look but nodded all the same. Coffee and calzone in hand, she walked over to the detective and made idle chitchat while Brady wandered into the back to punch out for his break. He removed the apron and set it aside before making his way to the closest deserted table that happened to be very close to where Newark was seated. Brady didn't mean to pry but Brenda wasn't exactly the most discreet of individuals. He noticed a few customers giving her cool glances and struggled between doing the right thing and watching them wait. Either way, he'd be ruining someone's day. After several moments of comfortable silence, he leaned over and tugged at her apron. She spun around and gave him an irritated look. What? He motioned to the people she had yet to serve, watching her face fall as she quickly excused herself from the detective's side. Brady snickered to himself and reclined in his chair, sorely tempted to put his feet up but considering the effort it would take and the lecture he'd receive if Lou spotted him, he decided against it. Taking out his cellphone, he checked for texts, running his slender fingers through the rat's nest he called hair. Leaning his head back, he cracked his neck - the sound sickeningly loud.
Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Thank you, he said with a small smile, waiting for Brenda to walk away before removing his arm from the top of the vanilla folders. She seemed like a sweet enough girl. Gabes eyes didnt quite leave her as they followed her steps to the counter where Brady was acting as sentry. His eyebrow lifted slightly with interest. It seemed the kid was in charge of brewing his coffee. Gabe vaguely wondered if he should watch out for any signs of spit. He turned his eyes back down the gruesome pictures and found himself smiling down at them rather inappropriately. Brady didnt seem like the kind of guy to do that. Well, he hoped not. And if he did, then, well, here was to hoping he wasnt sick or had some tropical disease What took you so long, sweetheart? he asked with a small smile. Nah, Im just kidding. Thank you so much. It all looks great. Gabe had expected Brenda to offer him another coy smile and turn and serve someone else. However, she lingered, talking about much of nothing and he felt a rather uncomfortable feeling rise in his chest. Shit, he shouldnt have joked with her. Giving the wrong damn signals. Gabe didnt have to worry long though as the soft smile immediately melted from her face as she whipped her head around. He followed her stare in confusion and saw that Brady had taken a seat close to his table and was tugging at her apron. It was kind of amazing how quickly a womans demeanor could change. Gabe couldnt help but feel a kind of Jillian-craziness coming off of Brenda. He offered up a small smile as she offered her apologizes and quickly walked away. Gabe felt relief at the fact that she was gone and turned to look at Brady to offer a kind of silent thank-you. However, he was already busy with his cell-phone. Gabe quickly covered up that missed chance by looking down at his vanilla folders in a studious manner. It wasnt long before the atrocity of the crimes described in 12-point font soon had his full attention again, making the rest of the world fall away around him. Fuck, he still had a long way to go. Gabe reached out and took his coffee cup and absently sipped down the hot beverage. A few years ago, he had thought all coffee was created equal and the drink generally just tasted like shit. Of course, this was before he had a cup of Maxwell House. Gabe seriously thought he was drinking some sort of poison. It was so fucking bitter he threw the whole can out after a few days. Thats what he got for trying to save a few bucks. Thankfully, the coffee house seemed to chosen a rather fancy brand because it was really smooth and actually pretty good as coffee went. A loud crack instinctively drew his eyes upwards, his blue-grey eyes finding Bradys blonde hair. Are you sure your neck is okay? he asked after a moment of hesitation.
Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Brady was actually pretty surprised that Newark would try to speak to him at all. It only took a moment for him to study the man. All he saw in those frighteningly brilliant grey-blue eyes was a genuine concern as if really cared for the precious civilians of New York. He supposed that in itself was an admirable trait. One didn't really find too many guys like Newark, especially not in the NYPD. Every natural impulse in him was demanding that he reply the only way he knew how but Brady wasn't in the mood to snark off, especially if he didn't have a reason to. It's better than okay. It's fuckin' brilliant. He rubbed a hand over the discolouring on the pale flesh of his throat but other than some ugly bruises, he felt right as rain. Of course, excluding the fact that he was dead tired and could have used a good shoulder rub or twenty. Dropping his hand, Brady nodded towards the detective's coffee. I noticed you didn't grimace after the first swallow. I'll take that as a compliment. And about Brenda... You're welcome. The look that followed was inscrutable and Brady said no more. How he knew these things would be hard for anyone else to understand. Studying people was something people unconsciously did every day of their lives but for Brady, it had become a way of life. Hardly something he could turn on and off. It was a blessing and a curse and in Newark's case, a damn fine blessing. Lord only knew Brenda would be riding his ass every chance she got if it meant him agreeing to take her out. Persistent women, why couldn't he be as blessed?
Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

That was him. He had the magic touch. This wasn't true at all but Lou's always had decent tasting shit. He just happened to serve said good tasting shit. Brady didn't think much of Newark's gratitude and went back to half-reading, half-ignoring his text messages. Brenda came by long enough to hand him his coffee and he patted her ass as a thank you of his own before taking a much needed sip of the herbal brew. If there were Gods, this would be their nectar. Brady wasn't entirely paying attention to Newark despite him trying to be very ninja secretive concerning his conversation. It was almost kind of cute. Out of the corner of his eye, Brady noticed the manner in which the detective touched his hair. The movement seemed hesitant though common-place all the same. He could deduce that this was either a nervous habit or his way of inadvertently displaying his own awkwardness. Body language. People were open books. Brady waved off the apology and took another sip of his tea. He shook his head in response to the detective's question. If only I were so fortunate... And I see that you aren't either. Good luck tryna get any work done with nuisance number one over there. He motioned towards Brenda, not bothering to be discreet. Not the sharpest crayon in the box but easy enough on the eyes. But I can tell you're not feelin' it. Be up front with her, I say. Otherwise she'll talk you right into her bed. Brady paused as if having an afterthought. Not the worst thing that could happen to you.
Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Gabe smiled and laughed shortly. Yeah, this is true Could probably think of fifty other worse things. Okay, so the kid wasnt so bad. Yeah, maybe he had a weird sense of humor and his attitude rubbed him the wrong way earlier but Gabe seemed to have forgiven him for it. Maybe seeing him in a coffee-shop apron made him look more approachable. Like, for all the bluster, Brady was just another guy trying to make it in a world that enjoyed shitting on you. Anyway, Ill let you get back to enjoying your break. Thanks for the decent cup of joe, he said before reluctantly pulling his eyes back toward the pile of folders resting at his elbows. Gabe picked up the now-cool calzone and took a big bite. Brenda was right. The doughy thing was good as hell or he was just that fucking hungry. The coffee was doing wonders for his attention-span and Gabe managed to truck on through the case files without being too distracted by what was happening around him. However, the caffeine kick wasnt strong enough to keep him running like that forever. Gabe started to feel drowsy and it was getting harder to keep his head up. He eventually let his hand support his chin which was a bad idea because Gabe blinked once and was suddenly dreaming. He was back with Jillian again and she was pregnant. However, she had to give birth at the precinct because she had a rare condition and there was a secret hospital underneath the police station Gabe even had an ID badge for the place How had he never noticed this place before?... He woke up with a jerk, the coffee shop lights feeling too bright for his eyes. Fuck, how long had he dozed off? Gabe stifled a yawn and glanced down at his watch. It was getting close to midnight. He looked around and saw there were only two other tables left in the whole place. If he remembered correctly, the shop closed down around one. Gabe rubbed his eyes and looked at his work blearily. No, it was time to call it a night. He was basically done anyway. Hed finish up the details in the morning. With a sigh of relief, Gabe began clearing up the files spread out around him.
Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Brady had resumed work as was expected of him but he couldn't help himself from glancing over at the sleeping detective with an amused look on his face. The very childish part of him wanted to walk over and wake him up abruptly but he figured if the guy spilled the coffee, he'd have to clean it and he was in no mood to add to his workload. And so, he let Newark sleep in plain sight of the world, wondering what he might have been dreaming of. Surely something better than this. To his surprise, the guy was out for a considerable amount of time and by the time he finally came to, it was nearly midnight. One of his tables was clearing out and Brady decided to walk over and grab the empty cups. He passed the detective on his way, fixing him with a meaningful look. Wakey wakey, detective. Brenda had to leave but the sight of you sleepin' just about lit her ovaries on fire. Nice going. I'm sure she's already planning your wedding. This wasn't entirely true but Brenda was a bit obsessive and she had been ogling Newark as if he were fast asleep on her bed rather than in the cafe. She had even paused in that universal manner that he classified as the 'almost question'. Maybe if he hadn't busied himself with customers, she may very well have asked him to get a number off of Newark. Swell. Brady would have done it if she had asked which would undoubtedly creep the poor guy out. Anything to liven things up. He gathered the cups with a practiced ease and limped back towards the counter. He was vaguely aware of Lou yelling out back to someone on the phone but payed it no mind. This was Lou in a good mood. In another hour or so, he could go home and make sweet lethargic love to his mattress and piss off for a few hours before Benny would inevitably come to wake him up. He briefly waved to the departing customers and bent himself over the counter, dog-tags jingling slightly in the otherwise silent cafe. He wondered if he could pull a Newark and get away with taking a power nap. Not likely.
Thread: We Were Meant to be Broken [El & Juno]

Gabe looked up at Brady as he walked by and smiled apologetically. Sorry, I didnt mean to pass out like that. Hope I didnt scare away all the customers, he said, registering the comment about Brenda at the last moment. Damn, he was still groggy. And lets hope shes not that creepy. Gabe watched Brady limp about the tables and clean up the messy surfaces. Wasnt there someone else to do that? The poor kid looked like he just needed to sit down. With a small frown on his face, he carefully slid all of the vanilla folders in his briefcase and locked it up tightly. There would be hell to pay if any of this ever escaped him. Gabe yawned and stretched once more before patting down his chest to make sure he had his wallet and keys. He cleared up the mess on his table and collected his coffee cup the contents of which had dried into a delicate brown ring and the plate that had the remaining crumbs of his calzone. Here, he said, setting the plates by Brady on the counter. Figured Id save you the trip considering you look like you just need a break. There was the barest hint of a kind of teasing, boyish smile on Gabes tired face as he turned back to his table and picked up his things. He slung on his coat quickly and picked up his heavy briefcase. Anyway, sorry for being a creeper and falling asleep like that. Dont tell management this but I hope no one else comes in so you guys can close early, he said with a grin. And, uh here. Gabe pulled out a five dollar bill and awkwardly stuffed it into the tip jar. For the coffee, he said simply. And thanks for your help this afternoon. Gabe had been sure they hadnt needed it. Mr. Young was just one of those guys that cracked so easily. However, considering he couldnt keep his fucking hands off an alcohol bottle, the captain saw it was necessary to stick Brady in rather than him. Which, after getting used to the idea, was okay. If Gabe managed to take his pride out of the equation, it was just another lowlife that got what he deserved and Brady was part of the machine that helped make that happen.The kid needed kudos for that at least. Anyway, have a good night and I guess Ill see you around. Gabe gave Brady a wave before turning and walking out of the caf to his car for the long awaited reunion with his pillow.
Thread: FFX: Lulu's Subquest (Open for 1 Male~)

sorry to be nagging, but when are you going to be replying?
Thread: FFX: Lulu's Subquest (Open for 1 Male~)

Sorry, I don't think you're quite what I'm looking for, alas.
Thread: You are my Heavan(Wolvenrogue and MoonlightRomance)

Bob and Hillary had been high school sweethearts when Bob Joined the marines, and was sent to Iraq right out of High School Hillary had been a freshman and Bob a senior. After two full tours of duty Bob is the victim of an IED two days before he is scheduled to come home. He returns home to Bethesda Naval Hospital, totally blind. He writes to Hillary back in his home town of Columbia Missouri, and tells of his condition, and asks her to come and see him. By now Bob is 26 and Hillary is 22. She reads the letter, but decides she can't live with Bob's condition. She tosses the letter in the trash and heads back to school and her senior year at MSU. A week or so later Her deaf sister Roxanne 17 finds the letter and and reads it. She realizes what has happened, and her heart breaks for Bob. She knows what it is to live with a handicap since she lost her hearing two years earlier when she got a severe infection. She decides to send him an audio tape to express her sympathy. Dear Hillary, I know you have been waiting for me to come home now for nearly 8 years, I love you very much. I am finally back in the US. I am currently a patient at Bethesda Naval Hospital. You see I was hit by an IED last week. Don't worry, I still have all my parts, and I don't have any scars. There's just one little problem. Hillary, Ive lost my sight. I cant see at all. The flash burned my eyes. The Doc says, I'll never see again. I'm here to learn how to get along as a blind person and get paired with a seeing eye dog. Honey can you come and see me? I love you so. I miss you so much! Love, Bob
Thread: You are my Heavan(Wolvenrogue and MoonlightRomance)

Roxanne's dad came in and kissed her on the forehead. then grabbed his paper and sat in his favorite chair. How was your day sweety? he signed to her from across the room. Her Dad had become an expert in sign language when he found out Roxanne was deaf. When Roxanne signed back that she wanted to go see Hillarys ex boyfriend, a frown crossed his face. He had only heard Hillarys side of the story and was in favor of the break-up. Why, he thought, should his daughter enter married life with a serious obstacle to a happy standing in her way. Why? It makes no sense. He signed back to Roxanne. Besides its a very long trip for a teenager to make alone his fingers now showing the emphatic nature of his answer. As he looked at Roxannes fallen face, he got up and came over and sat beside her . Why dont you just chat online? his fingers moving slower and more lovingly. Besides, why does he mean anything to you? He loved his daughter, and her being deaf made him all the more protective of her. To him this seemed a dangerous and fruitless effort however well intentioned she was. Robert sat at a special computer trying hard to learn Braille, when the orderly came up and handed him the envelope. Would you like me to open it for you? when he saw it contained a small mp3 player , he attached the head phone and helped Bob put them on. Someone named Roxanne Evans sent you a voice message. He pushed the button and the message started playing as Bob listened Im sorry I havent contacted you sooner, Bob and had I known how Hillary had treated you after you came home, I would have tried to knock some sense into her. I know it probably doesnt mean much but Im going to try to talk my dad into letting me drive there to see you. Ill see you soon and dont give up hope, my wolf. It was a short message, but very sweet and It touched Bob that Roxy would take the trouble to write it. He remembered her as a cute little girl in pig tails, but this was almost a womans voice he was hearing. What did she mean by my wolf. He took the MP3 player off and sat it down. He asked the orderly to bring up a word processor with voice recognition and dictated a letter back to Roxy. Roxy, It was so nice of you to send me a message. I rather thought I would hear back from Hillary. I take it that since youre writing, and its been two weeks since I wrote my letter, that Hillary has given up on me. I really dont blame her. She is young and pretty with her whole life ahead of her. Who would want to be tethered to a blind man. Still it hurts. I know you understand how that feels. You must be a beautiful woman yourself by now. Id ask you to send me a picture, but it wouldnt be much good. Id love to have you come if you are able, but dont get mad at your Dad if he says no. Hes a good father and hes just looking out for you. In the meantime, Im returning the MP3 so you can record another message. I love the sound of your voice. Bob
Thread: You are my Heavan(Wolvenrogue and MoonlightRomance)

When Roxys dad walked into the house she watched as he walked over to the couch, as his lips touched her forehead she smiled and she watched as he grabbed his paper before sitting in his chair across the room from where she was seated on the couch. When the frown crossed his face upon her explaining that she wanted to make a trip to go see Bob, she sighed having expected him to be quick to say no. Why? Because hes my friend and how the hell is he supposed to get better with no friend or family there to support him? Daddy, I know how he feels to be abandoned by Hillary because Mom couldnt wait to leave when she found out I was deaf that I wasnt the perfect daughter she had always wanted to fit into this.. She paused in signing a reply to him, trying to think of the right words. Image of the perfect family she had always kept in her head. Roxy finished, her hands showing the hurt she felt just talking about her mom. Despite all her father had done throughout her childhood to make her forget her mother, it still hurt knowing that her Mom had never wanted her just like Hillary didnt. Daddy, Ill even take someone with me if you want. She added, the sad look staying on her face. Roxanne saw him looking at her face, reading the expression on it before moving over to the couch and sitting beside her. Daddy, She began to reply to his question, her fingers too had slowed to a gentle, loving pace. Hes just beginning to learn Braille and how hes going to live with this. And he means something to me because we are friends and I truly believe I can help him learn to live with this She paused once more. Handicap because I know how it feels to feel like you dont belong. Roxanne finished. She knew he had always been more protective of her because of her being deaf, but she was also sure that he could see how much she cared about helping Bob recover from this and she hoped he would let her do this.
Thread: You are my Heavan(Wolvenrogue and MoonlightRomance)

Her dad looked at her and started to sign, Roxy, your awful young to make a trip like this but you showed me something tonight. Your quite a young woman, with a good heart and a good head on your shoulders. I'm going to let you go, but its a long drive. Your not to drive more than 6 hours without a nights sleep, so your to get a hotel at least two nights. Pick a big well known one and call me each day when your off the road and safe. Your Dear ole Dad worries more than he should. He reached in his pocket and took out 5 100 dollar bills. This should cover gas, food and a good hotel. You be careful you hear me! Oh and tell Bob were all proud of him for his service. We owe him that at least. It was clear from the look on Roxie's face, that she hadn't considered what the trip would cost. The next day her dad had the oil changed and the car checked out. He got up early to see her off. Darlin' he signed please be careful wont you. He kissed her and watched as she drove away. Her Dad worried about hi little girl. Bob wondered if Roxy would come. He didn't hold out much hope though. At 17, she was real young, and he doubted her Dad would allow her to make such a trip. He tried hard to put it out of his mind and concentrate on his studies. Still in the back of his mind, he clung to the idea that at least one person in the world really cared what had happened to him. Each day he asked the orderly if he had more mail or even better a visitor.