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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2013 15:09:18 GMT -5
The day was sunny as a boy ran down the sidewalk with a smile on his face. His father stopped and glanced back at the youngster with a wide smile on his face. The man called for the child to come along. Of course the boy did as his father requested. The mother paused next to the car and looked over at the two. Only to laugh as her son circled her husband as if he was a small plane. Raising her hand, she waved to them to come along. Only to spark a race between the two, course they ended in a tie.
Once the two had raced over, they had all gotten into the care and headed home. The child sat in the back seat behind his father, his emerald eyes stared out at the town around them. His father was driving while his mother sat in the front passenger seat. Looking back at her son, her smile grew as she sat there.
"Peter, aren't you tired?" His mother asked, Peter turned and faced his mother.
"Nope!" Peter said with a smile, something caught his sight and he looked. "Look!! What's that?!"
His mother looked at where her son's gaze landed on. It was the town library and they were holding a book sale. Looking back at her son, she started to explain despite him staring at the building still as the car came to a stop. It pleased his mother to see him so curious. When she was done, she asked if he had understood what he asked. The car started to move again and as the library left Peter's sight, he turned his head to face his mother with a smile. But.....that's when something suddenly happen.
Another car came speeding and slammed into the side of their car, causing it to spiral out of control, despite his father's attempts to. Peter felt himself get jerked upon the impact, the window shield was already cracked due to it. However, the car soon slammed into a lamp post. Causing the window shield glass to break and send shards of it everywhere. Peter was jerked forward and despite wearing his seat belt and holding onto the strap with his hands, he slammed his head against something and started to lose consciousness. A shard of glass landed in his eye, but he couldn't react due to being knocked out right after it.
Peter's eyes opened to hear a pop sound and the smell of smoke. His right eye stung as he tried to see out of it, but he couldn't. Trying to remove his seat belt due to see the flames at the front of the car, he called out to his parents. But they didn't answer nor move. Why? Why didn't they answer his cries?
To his surprise, the door next to him suddenly opened. Peter turned his head and looked up to see a rather large man. The man took out a pocket knife and cut the seat belt strap, picked up Peter, and took off away from the car. Peter started at the car, calling out for his parents. Only for the car to be engulfed in flames and exploded.
Peter's eyes opened as he screamed and he sat up as fast as he could; no doubt his cry would startle others in nearby rooms. His eyes were wide open as he panted and sweat poured down his face. For a moment, the only sign of him moving was his panting.
"Was it......a...dream?" Peter asked weakly, raising his right hand, he waved it in front of his right eye. "No.....a memory...."
Lowering his hand, he sighed as he sat there. Why couldn't it had been just a dream? Why did it have to be real? True, he was older now. So much older than he was back then. But still....it seemed like a horrible nightmare.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 1:12:51 GMT -5
And so the city fell before the invaders, its people lost to the raging sea of spears and swords. There wasn't much left of the book, and Gabriel had little hopes for the protagonists. However, it was still a good book so far. He just had to write out the lesson plan for his students.
He paused and looked up at the picture that hung on the wall, the first picture he ever got of him, his wife, and his daughter. It was also the last to be had that would include his wife. It had been such a happy day. They had gotten married, as was customary here in this world, he wasn't exactly sure if they had been "married" so to speak before, but neither had been opposed to the idea.
A slight jolt rattled his massive frame, as a cry met his ears. Setting the book down, he slowly stood and grabbed the thick cane at the edge of his desk. He rarely needed it, but his leg still got a little stiff now and then. It probably wouldn't be fully healed for a good time yet.
The large man steadily walked from the room, and then down another two, to the one where the human was staying. He hardly knew this one, and there were few others nearby he could have attributed the cry to. His knuckles rattled against the door heavily, a loud pounding that may have sounded angry to most. He wasn't mad, though. Perhaps this would be an opportunity to officially greet the other man, even if it was under odd circumstances.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 10:18:13 GMT -5
Peter was startled by the knocking sound, but he could understand why it was there. He had screamed himself awake. A scream of any sort would make anyone come running in a way. Shaking his head, he tried to get the images out of his head first as he also fixed the collar of his shirt. Getting out of the bed quickly, he went over to the door and opened.
"Morning Sir." Peter greeted. "I'm...I'm sorry if I woke up."
It was a natural instinct by now for Peter to apologize for his nightmares and screaming awake. It used to happen so often as a child and it got slightly better over the years, but not by much. He still got them obviously, but at least it wasn't every night. Deciding to get past it, Peter held his right hand out.
"I'm Peter Cornwall, and you are Sir?" Peter asked as he waited for a response.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 10:36:17 GMT -5
"Morning," came the gruff greeting. He looked down the offered hand, and he shook his head. He had forgotten to put on his gloves before coming over here. Touching the human's skin was not an option. He smiled at him, however, as he towered above him. "I can't," he said, not finding it necessary for full details at the moment. That was really a need-to-know sort of things anyway.
Tucking his free hand away in his pocket, he said, "Most people call me Gabe. It's a pleasure to meet you, Peter."
It was fairly obvious he wasn't human, at least to eyes that were familiar with P.I.D.A.'s own. To any average human he may simply have been a giant.
"And no need to call me 'Sir', unless you happen to take one of my classes at the university."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 10:43:22 GMT -5
Peter nodded. It was okay if Gabe didn't want to shake hands, there were people who didn't do that. And since Gabe wasn't human, he would have a better reason to not to. Lowering his hand, he smiled back.
"It's nice to meet you Gabe." Peter said. "I usually call everyone Sir when I first meet them. It's respectful in my opinion. And no, my school taking days are behind me. Besides, I already have my life career. Couldn't think of anything else so, I might as well go somewhere I might be able to help at."
Peter silenced himself. He was probably rambling in Gabe's eyes. It happened normally with Peter when he was with others in normal situations. He either started to ramble in their opinion or he just froze stiff and stuttered. Gabe would most likely notice the duller color to Peter's right eye compared to his left.
"Sorry, I guess I can ramble from time to time." Peter said after a minute or two of silence on his part. "So...you're a teacher? That's a interesting choice of job, a good one as well."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 10:58:52 GMT -5
A rumble of a chuckle escaped him, and he nodded his understanding. True. It was common here in the southern states to use "ma'am" and "sir" for respect. He could not fault him for that. He himself was still getting used to it. The man in front of him looked rather young to him, and the dullness in one eye could mean blindness. That was none of his business, though. He was only he for a cordial conversation in the middle of the early morning.
"It isn't a problem. I know people who could ramble for hours. That was nothing," he said with a smile. Casey was certainly one of them, although he didn't mind her rambling so much. It had always been kind of amusing.
He shrugged his large shoulders. "A professor at the university here in New Orlands. It keeps me busy when there's a lack of things here requiring my attention." Not that that was a big deal, really. To be honest, his powers were likely the only things keeping the university halls safe from the supernatural, for the most part.
"What exactly do you do here, Peter?" Some were simply recruited for potential, but for humans, usually it seemed to be a more specific occupation either they or the organization desired.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 11:07:48 GMT -5
The chuckle from Gabe did surprise Peter, but he was starting to feel relaxed unlike he normally did when having a normal conversation. Gabe was rather understanding as well. That was a good thing.
"I'm just a simple field agent, course I've yet to go on a assignment but I'll get one with time. But...I guess I need a partner first." Peter said. "I'm really not sure on which goes first, but it's fine."
He stuck his hands in his pants pockets as he stood there. Trying to think of something else they could take the conversation to. He was trying to at all cost, avoid the topic of his memory and being forced awake in a scream. It just wasn't comfortable talking about it.
"So, what subjects do you teach?" Peter asked as he took a hand out of his pocket and moved it.
If one know the categorizing of 'one who talks with his or her hands', Peter would fall into that one. Especially when angered greatly. Peter's hands would be going all over the place as he expressed his anger with words as well. But when calm, it was simple movements and gestures.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 11:28:02 GMT -5
He had not been planning on asking about the screaming. That would be something for the other person to talk about, in time, if he so wished. The Brolga figured it was something that haunted him from the past, a bad memory, perhaps, but still, it was none of his business. Besides, he wasn't all that great with emotional sobs anyway. Even his daughter had started to realize that, especially after was happened to his wife.
"I teach general studies, pretty much anything they need me to teach, unless it's art." He laughed at that a little, his face all amusement. He appreciated art. He truly did, but his talents and skills were not that of an artist, more of a scholar, even a warrior.
"Hey, you should get a partner soon. Humans usually do." He meant no offense by that of course. It was simply always a good idea to send two humans where one supernatural could be found. More if possible. "Until then, however, I wouldn't be opposed to helping you learn the ropes a little. Can you shoot?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 11:34:48 GMT -5
Peter couldn't help but laugh at the art thing. Art was a hard thing to teach. Granted, the subject was often interesting and rather neat to explore. But it was hard to teach in Peter's mind. Considering what went into each lesson.
"Well, at least you're comfortable with what you teach." Peter said, he paused after hearing the question. "I'm....okay with a gun. I can shoot a hand gun but I don't have much experience with other kinds."
It was his half blindness that was the problem there. He only trained himself to use a hand gun since they were easier to carry around. It took a good while to get the hang of it with just one eye, but he still somehow managed it. True, it surprised him greatly but he did have a friend with him at the time that helped him get used to his half blindness.
A random thought then came into his head. What ever happened to his friend? They promised to keep in touch but, none of the letters he sent his friend had gone through. They were always returned for some strange reason. that and when he tried to call him, it always went to voice mail or it just wouldn't go through.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 11:54:36 GMT -5
"Oh, it's the kids that're uncomfortable, I assure you," he replied. He'd heard similar responses from other recruits. Handguns mostly, and even then, it wasn't as if they were proficient with them. No matter, he was a good enough shot himself. He wouldn't mind teaching Peter a few things. Rather, he would like to think that there were plenty of things this "boy" could learn that would keep him from getting killed in the field. The way he talked, he wasn't really sure how many creatures wouldn't chew him up and spit him out.
"Very well," he said, slowly shifting his body to face back to his room down the hall. "Tomorrow. We will shoot tomorrow." He thought about it for a moment. "I think I mean today. Yes, later today. I need to get some sleep, I think. Been reading too long." He gestured with the cane toward his room.
"Goodnight, Peter. I will find you when it's time to shoot." He would. It was rare anyone didn't want to help the man who could essentially crush them. He would definitely find Peter.
Without really giving Peter the opportunity to protest, he started off down the hall, his limp barely noticeable, but there all the same. An interesting early morning, surely. He hoped Peter wasn't so bad a shot he'd shoot his ear off or something.
((Sorry, it makes sense for him, and I need to go do other things for a bit. We'll get to a new thread soon!))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 12:02:11 GMT -5
"They're young, they'll learn." Peter said, with a weak smile still.
Peter was surprised to hear what Gabe suggested, well more like he promised to do. Before he could speak, the large man had already started off. He had raised his hand up when he was about to speak but he soon lowered it. Well, he wouldn't be able to get out of it.
Letting a sigh go, he went back into his room and closed the door. Putting his face in his left hand, he ran his fingers through his hair. He was okay with shooting and he did like help. But there was a chance of his blindness getting discovered and if that was found out. What would happen? He'd most likely be kicked out or something. He went to his bed and sat down on it. Trying to get his thoughts in order and to slow down.
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Post by Guillotine on Aug 19, 2013 22:57:07 GMT -5
Suppose it wasn’t in the hound’s best interest to be prowling around the PIDA in the wee hours of the morning. He was still a suspicious character in the eyes of other PIDA members and for good reason. The male had been captured by the organization on more than one occasion. Guillotine had a bad habit of killing humans, as well as exposing his true form to the outside world. The hound had recently become a member of the organization. Needless to say, he didn’t join voluntarily. He had a choice to become an agent or be but down like the dog that he was. In an effort to save his own ass Gil decided to join the PIDA. It had been a long, painful process but finally it seemed that he was able to wonder the PIDA grounds on his own.
After leaving Jesse’s apartment Guillotine made his way down to the facility in hopes of scoring a meal. This was why he was here, wondering the halls of the living quarters. The PIDA was smart enough to plant a tracking device within the hound. Guillotine figured they would just think he was here on business if they decided to locate him. The beast could only hope no one would be awake at this hour. While wondering the halls the tall pale man heard an interesting sound. The jet black hair that sat atop Guillotine’s head began to spike up like the hackles of an angry canine. A very loud scream shook his eardrums and for a brief moment his body stood ridged. Was this a common thing to hear in the halls of the PIDA? Then again, when he was locked away in the facilities prison he did a lot of screaming too. Guillotine shook the thought from his head and continued his trek through the hall.
Instinctively, he set out to find the source of that horrid noise. Surly, someone was hurt or suffering. The curious hound didn’t want to help the poor soul that was in trouble, but instead devour them. He was slipping back into his old ways. The instinct that caused him to get locked away in the first place was coming back to bite him in the ass. It was in Gil’s nature to be a bit of a brute. Instinct drove the hound to do some pretty terrible things. The instinct to kill seemed to be plaguing him for some time now. Of course this damn facility would keep him from experiencing the thrill of the kill. Maybe, just maybe he could find a way to get a little taste of flesh once again? It would be risky, but like a drug addict Guillotine would do just about anything for a quick fix. His animalistic instincts were nearly driving him crazy.
Suddenly, voices caused the male to stop dead in his tracks. It appeared someone had already beaten him to his meal. Luckily, it was just another agent and not one of the higher ups. He’d have to wait it out if he wanted the tasty little morsel that lay behind that door. Until then, he’d have to think of a plan to get this being to trust him. Perhaps he could try to be nice to this agent and allow him to invent him in? Ah yes, the perfect plan. Once he got close enough to this person he’d strike. Guillotine waited until the agent’s conversation was over before he made his way over to the door. By then, the other man had left. A seemingly dark chuckle crept from the tall man’s throat. This was all too good to be true. With a sharp toothed grin he lightly rapped the door before speaking. He tried to make himself seem as concerned as possible, though it was rather difficult with that raspy voice of his. “ Is everything okay in there? I heard a scream.”
((My next post will be better. This one is a little blah))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2013 23:02:46 GMT -5
Peter sat there in silence for a few minutes. A voice outside of the door surprised him a bit. He knew it wasn't Gabe. Gabe didn't sound like that and besides, the man had just left. He wouldn't come back a minute or less after leaving. Peter rose to his feet and stood there for a moment.
"Sorry about that. I'm alright." Peter answered. "I'm sorry to have woken you."
The voice he heard was a good deal raspy but....there was another tone to it. Was it concern? Peter couldn't really tell. He wasn't too sure on what to do. That voice....something just told him not to go near it yet....he was never one to judge by outward things without knowing the person.
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Post by Guillotine on Aug 20, 2013 13:23:49 GMT -5
So it would appear that the human didn’t want to come out to play. This was a smart move on the prey’s end. Pity and here Guillotine thought this would be an easy meal too. Perhaps he was underestimating his prey? The voice that crept from the other side of the door sounded a bit unsure. This was a sign of weakness to the hound. If this human was unsure then it would be easier to overtake him. If only he’d open the door. The damn thing remained closed. Guillotine figured this human wouldn’t act any different if the door was open. The hellhound had a very dark air to him. If his voice didn’t scare this human then surly his dangerous looks would. Guillotine changed his tone for a moment, instead of sounding concerned the male tried his best to sound friendly.“It’s okay. I wasn’t really sleeping anyway.” Maybe this would be enough? God, how the hound hated the lengths he had to go through just to get the taste of human flesh.
Still, Guillotine couldn’t help but to feel a bit irritated by this situation. He was here to eat and this human was making things more complicated! The tall man took in a deep breath. He couldn’t allow his tempter to get the better of him this time. After taking a few breaths Gil licked his lips in anticipation. He couldn’t wait to dig his fangs into this little human. As long as Jesse or TB didn’t show up then he would be free to do what he wanted without interruption. Guillotine continued to stand at the door. He wasn’t about to give in.
A cocktail of interesting smells wafted off the door’s wooden frame. He couldn’t help but to lean forward and sniff it. The look of surprise quickly struck the hound’s face. There was so many different smells that he couldn’t pinpoint which belonged to the human that stood behind the door.
“So I heard you’re new around here. I’m a bit new myself. “Suppose stumbling onto their previous conversation hadn’t been so bad. He could use for this hunt. Guillotine straitened his posture and rolled his shoulders back. His own statement had been true. Gil was new to the PIDA. Needless to say, he was willing to get on this man’s level just so he could trust him. Right about now the male would do anything for a tasty meal. “My name is Guillotine, but you can call me Gil. What is your name-if I may ask?” Guillotine slipped his pale hands into his pants pocket; perhaps this would be harder than he thought?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2013 16:22:16 GMT -5
Peter had gone over to the door and he placed a hand on the door knob. It was lightly on it as he stood there. should he open it? His half gaze remained on the door knob and he sighed lightly. Why was today going the way it was? So much trouble caused.
"Yeah, I'm new. I'm Peter Cornwall." Peter answered as he stood there for a moment, shaking his head, he turned the knob and opened the door.
Why do I feel like i'm going to regret this? Peter wondered in his head.
His gun was at desk and he knew that it was loaded. course it was in one of the drawers. Once the door was opened, Peter took several steps back from it. His gaze landed on Guilotine.
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