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Apr 21, 2016 22:01:28 GMT -6
Post by DAVID HAWK on Apr 21, 2016 22:01:28 GMT -6
David, Meeting, @lana lyrics @ Lana Del Rey. notes – words - 800ish
In the Land of Gods and Monsters I was an Angel
David sat at the bar with an expressionless face, though he may not look like it, David was thinking about a lot of things. He is just really good at keeping a poker face with other people, you can’t really tell what he is thinking or going to say until he actually does it. David has always been the silent type, generally keeping to himself rather than jumping into vonveraation with other people. Chelsea, his once wife, may she rest in peace, really brought him out of his own shell and got him to mix with others, allow him to explore the outside world. Now that she was gone, David has been traveling the outside world in pursuit of the thing that killed her, and at the same time he is returning back to his little shell, getting further and further away from people. Since Chelsea’s death, David has grown angrier and bitter because she was basically his world that kept him together, so without her he feels as if he is nothing.
David does has his children, so he isn’t as gone as he think he is because they do fill in parts of that void that rests on his heart. He loves his children dearly and he hates that he sucked them all into the life of hunting the supernatural, he hates that they couldn’t live the normal lives of regular people, oblivious to demons and the like. Although, its too late for going back now as they were all too far into the game, and David will less likely want them to leave. Especially, after everything has happened to them, things have become more than personal because they lost too many people to just give up. Hunting was the very reason he started talking back with his father again, now he hasn’t spoken or seen the old man in a few months, but the contact is still there. David has seen that hunting has really broken his family part and brought it back together in what seems like a continuous cycle.
The hunter got a bartender’s attention as he asked for a drink,” A beer please, Mondello.” The Bartender nodded and responded,” Would that be all for you sir?” David nodded, before the bartender went off to grab his beer for him, which didn’t take no more than three or so minutes to get it. Before long, David was holding his mondello in his hand, taking a few sips at a time as he recalled his memories. Man there was so much shit on his mind, so much has happened in the passing years that was still heavy on his mind. Kate becoming a vampire has really been bothering him as of late, his baby girl, a fucking fang fucker, and he would say it was his fault, but what could he have done by himself against a coven of vampire. David had called Jax that night, many times over, yet not one call pulled through, and sadly Kate was turned before his son decided to check his phone. David is angry about that, all of his children basically said fuck the code, fuck any kind of directions, and really just turned their backs on family. Although, Tate didn’t turn her back on family, she actually came to put it back together, though she was new to the code, she was to following directions when it came to the supernatural.
All would have been fine if she wasn’t turned into those freaks of nature as David is against all types of supernatural, he doesn’t really trust the Wiccan crowd even if they are mortal, the idea that they are more than human doesn’t put him at ease. The supernatural world has taken everything from him, including his own daughter. David loves his daughter, but now that she’s a vampire, how can he love what he hates? Thomas and Jackson still sees Kate as their sister, but David just can’t get pass her being a vampire, someone who enjoys killing, and its David and his son’s job to kill those kind of monsters. Although, things get harder when its your own blood, someone you grew up with, and hesitation stops you from pulling the trigger, but what if Kate doesn’t hesitate and she kills one of them? Accident or not, David would kill her, it will end her suffering, and it would save his little girl. Again, Jackson and Thomas doesn’t feel the same about it.
Living in the Garden Of Evil
Credit to @emily
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Apr 22, 2016 20:54:30 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2016 20:54:30 GMT -6
Who are you today? Will you be the sun Or the pouring rain? so much pain and suffering here, in san francisco. as she wandered the streets, getting accustomed to her new home, lana could feel it radiating from the very beings she passed. her empathic abilities were on high alert in a city with so much to hide, yet she acted upon very few of her impulses to help. she sure as hell wanted to. letting a person slip through her fingertips without so much as an ounce of healing was difficult on her, even made her guilty. but the reality was, she wasn't going to be able to help everyone. she was a bleeding heart and while the notion of letting someone go on with pain killed her inside, she knew it was the way things worked. that was the typical mentality of a whitelighter - wanting to help each and every single person.
in fact, it was that mentality which had led her down a road of depression in the most recent months. having found her residence in paris at the time of the attacks, her heart ached for all those who had lost lives, family members, or even just normalcy. she was there with the red cross, attempting to save all she could, but it wasn't enough. she failed to save each and every person she touched, causing herself to weaken from the overuse of her healing abilities. it was enough to make the woman doubt herself...to doubt who she was entirely.
but as she passed the people now, she was reminded of her charges. she'd never exactly been presented with them like some others hand. instead, they wandered across her path fate itself was giving them to her. whether it was through the psychiatric hospital or simply on the street, lana never had a doubt in her mind when a person was in dire need of her help. while the city itself seemed to be in need of her, she hadn't felt the shiver throughout her that signified anything great. and after nearly five months in san francisco without a sign, the normally poised woman was finding her frustrations were running high.
much like back home, she'd found herself easily employed at a psychiatric hospital. apparently her former work in france had proved impressive, landing her the job that allowed her to afford her modest apartment. the whitelighter had always been a fairly independent woman and yet, she found herself growing consistently more lonely. she assumed a cat would ease that feeling but instead, she found herself resenting the creature that slept in her bed all day long and kept her awake in the evening.
on this night, it was her desire to see the moon and the stars which drew her outdoors. only when she stepped out of her apartment, the light polution clouded any chance she had of seeing the beauty. a heavy sigh hung on her lips and eventually, she found herself walking. she had no particular agenda or destination in mind - she just went on her way.
she'd passed many storefronts on her unplanned adventure, though she'd hardly expected to feel the shiver run through her. the blonde halted, glancing up at the establishment which had provoked such a physical reaction. "vous vous moquez de moi..." you have got to be kidding me, she muttered in french with a sigh. a part of her wanted to turn and leave, to pretend she didn't recognize the intuition...simply becuase she did not care to go within the bar. but her pure half won her over, causing her to push open the door and step inside.
once inside, an arrangement of things assaulted her senses: the cigarette smoke that clung to many of the patrons, mingled scents of various liquors on already bad breath, and the low lighting which she squinted through. honestly, she could say she'd never been in a bar in her life and after this moment, she would never care to again. seeing as there was no dire emergency or person in danger, it was hard to decipher who in the bar was in need of her. or would be in need of her. her charges hadn't always presented themselves as someone immediately in need...but sometimes someone who would need her in the future.
lana made her way to the bar after a moment, seating herself next to a man who looked rather overworked. she gave him only a mere glance before turning to order a drink. " un martini s'il vous plaît." she rattled off her request in french, her native language, only to receive a grumpy look from the bartender. "martini, please." she corrected herself, waiting only a few moments for the drink. and after a moment, the shiver returned to her, directed by the man she'd first overlooked. without so much as another worked, she looked at him with one question. "who are you?" she obviously felt from her 'spidey sense' that he was the one she was to keep an eye on. but why? next should be better template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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May 5, 2016 17:38:24 GMT -6
Post by DAVID HAWK on May 5, 2016 17:38:24 GMT -6
David, Meeting, @lana lyrics @ Lana Del Rey. notes – Hehe words - 600ish
In the Land of Gods and Monsters I was an Angel
The bar has always been a place where David can think freely and drunkenly, especially when he was coming back from a hunt. Liquor, beer, or whatever was available would do the trick for the hunter, anything that could keep his mind off things would be just fine. David was going through a lot with his family, when he was exposed to the supernatural he lost everything, including his family and his old life. Before he was a hunter, he was a husband and a part-time mechanic, he was just like any other mortal with a job and a family to take care of. No one could have told him that there was such thing as vampires or lycans, hell, he would have laughed it off and called someone delusional for thinking that way. Although, David was seeing, he was seeing for what the world truly was because most mortals were warped into believing that paranormal are not real. If the mortal realized that there were more superior races out in the war, it would be a battleground for both sides, mortals against supernatural, mortal against mortal, and vice versa. The world would fall into turmoil, although protecting everyone mortal as not on David’s agenda because that’s a too ‘high and mighty’ type job he just isn’t up for. Why David hunts is more personal and once the job is done, he is done with it all, at least he hopes he will be done.
David held his beer in his hands as he stared into space, he was thinking about a lot and there was a lot to think about. Tommy, Jax, Kate, Liz, Cam, and even his drunk of a father has given him a lot to think about over the past few months, David’s children being the more recent things to think about. If David could he would move on from the death of his wife, he move on from hunting, he would get a respectable job, earn some money, probably find someone else to love because that is what Chelsea would have wanted for him. She wouldn’t have wanted him to go down on this path, she wouldn’t want him to risk his life to find her killer because she wanted David to be happy though David couldn’t be happy knowing his wife was killed in his own home.
David cannot rest knowing that he could have saved his wife, all he can think about was finding that demon that infiltrated his home and killed his wife, then what could have been his own children’s lives. David sighed heavily as he took another swig of his beer, before his attention was brought to a woman seated next to him at the bar. He noticed her when she first walked into the bar, but he returned back to his thoughts deeming them more important. He looked away when she began to order her drink, but he looked back, though this time she was looking back him, and immediately he was struck by her beauty. David didn’t hesitate on responding back to her with his cool demeanor, though the answer she asked was rather blunt, but David found that intriguing,” Im David, David Hawk, and you don’t look like you come here often.” David said with a small smirk before taking of his beer,” And you are?”.
Living in the Garden Of Evil
Credit to @emily
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May 7, 2016 12:05:06 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 7, 2016 12:05:06 GMT -6
Who are you today? Will you be the sun Or the pouring rain? the blonde had seen enough self medicating and bouts of alcoholism to pretty much steer herself clear of such things. she had the occasion drink in social situations or even at the office christmas party, but that was about it. not only had the alcohol not been too appealing to her taste buds[especially american liquor], she had better ways to spend her time. some thought her stuck up, even self entitled, but in reality, it was more or less the whitelighter half of her which took over. she was pure in more ways than one could count and sometimes, no matter how bad she wanted to be, some goodness within her always drew her back in. she wasn't sure if that was a curse or a blessing. it was that very goodness which made her pass through the bar doors, unable to ignore the feeling that overtook her. when a person was in need of help, she was unable to deny them that.
the reality of the paris attacks some seven months ago, in her own hometown, was enough to bring her down. she'd done all she could to save lives and repair those that had been damaged but not everyone was able to be brought back from the brink of death. it took a toll on her emotionally and phsyically as she moved through the sea of bruised and bloodied bodies but it wasn't enough. no matter how much she gave or how much she willed herself to help others, there were times when it was impossible. little did she realize that in more ways than one, that made her just like the very hunters she claimed to hate so much.
lana took a drink of her martini after it was slid over to her, wrinkling her nose at the sting of the gin at the back of her throat. with as rough as the man at her side looked, she should have known immediately that he was the one in need of her help. the shiver that ran through her only helped to confirm it. for a brief moment, she studied him, taking in his features. he was older than most of the other men she'd come across thus far, but not old enough to be overlooked by many women. between his lightly graying hair and worn features, the woman could deduce he lived a stressful life...but his handsome looks shone right through them. in fact, she couldn't help but admit that his overworked look only added to the physical charm about him.
so the real question was, what was his deal? was he going to be in some accident she needed to heal him from? or did he have a terminal illness that she needed to make go away? no, that couldn't have been it. after all, her charges usually had far more serious matters going on than something that afflicted people every day.
her words may have seen abrupt or even off-putting but by the looks of him, lana gathered this wasn't a man who was used to small talk or beating around the bush. the idea that he was involved with supernatural creatures was unknown to her at the moment, but likely wouldn't be that way for long. if only she would have known he was a hunter, perhaps she would have ignored her intuition for the first time in her entire life. well, she liked to think she had that option but the reality was, she'd never turn her back on someone in need.
a light snort of amusement escaped lana as the man spoke his name. of course he was so literal in answering her; she should have expected it. "david." she spoke with a nod, running his name through her head a few times. yes, it did suit him. "aren't you an observant one." she spoke with the slightest hint of coolness, in reference to his comment. she did stick out like a sore thumb in the bar, certainly no doubt about that. it was only natural for the question to be turned upon her and for a moment, she contemplated lying, but decided against it. instead, her flawless french accent broke the moment of silence. "my name is lana. i have no idea who you are to me. all i know is that i am here to help you. so tell me, david...what sort of danger are you in?" again, such a brazen way of speaking to someone but he didn't seem like a sugarcoating kind of guy. hell, maybe he didn't know he was in trouble at all. template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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