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undergrounds2016-08-26 11:12 pm
akillersmile) wrote in undergrounds2016-08-26 11:12 pm
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in the company of strangers
Kyle had been away for too long, first following Alex and then focusing on his own leads to try to find an old commanding officer. The hunt was futile, leaving him feeling played and used all at once. With Alex out of touch in her search and too many dead ends, the former soldier finally returned to London, feeling a bit reckless and angry while simultaneously eager to connect with recent friends.
A; I CAN'T SEE STRAIGHT ANYMORE (DRINKING)
Generally, as a rule, Kyle made a deliberate effort to avoid getting drunk. With his training and issues, it was a recipe for disaster and he was a responsible enough person to choose not to engage in such an unnecessary risk. Generally. Right now, he felt like shit and had very few responsibilities to worry about.
Which was why he was wandering casually from pub to pub, from early afternoon to late in the evening, having a beer here and a whiskey there. Mostly beer. He wanted to ride the buzz, to sit in his temporary angst like a cliche, 20-something American and make bad choices. Be the stereotype of the loud tourist for once, instead of always trying to defy expectations. He sat at the bar, ordered another beer, let his gaze slip past the wood grain of the counter back into his own mind to block things out. Here, he was just another guy drinking in London. No supernatural bullshit involved. Until, of course, it was.
B; GONNA HIT THIS CITY (HUNTING)
After and in between his bouts of reckless drinking, Kyle opted for another form of reckless behavior: hunting. He was a soldier, not a hunter, as he had explained to at least a dozen people in the last year. Yeah, he killed vampires, but that was the mission. He didn't go looking for the supernatural. Except that now he was. He was bored and angry, with a chip on his shoulder and something to prove, stalking the night and trying to find more vampires, werewolves, witches, whatever. He might not actually attack them, might only get to know them. As a human, it was all dangerous. But it was fun too.
C; WELCOME TO MY HOUSE (AT HOME)
Kyle's plans to move in with Alex were nixed before they started and his invitation to Nancy didn't fair much better. Which meant he returned from Germany to an empty apartment, barely furnished, with the unfulfilled potential of something now lost to time. He dropped his keys on the counter and leaned back against it, staring out at the window. The rumbling of his stomach reminded him how empty his fridge was and he immediately left again for the corner store, to grab some basic groceries and return to cook up a simple meal. Maybe a few drinks too.
[OOC: Feel free to bump into him on his way to the store or, for existing CR, to know or have found out where he lives.]
A; I CAN'T SEE STRAIGHT ANYMORE (DRINKING)
Generally, as a rule, Kyle made a deliberate effort to avoid getting drunk. With his training and issues, it was a recipe for disaster and he was a responsible enough person to choose not to engage in such an unnecessary risk. Generally. Right now, he felt like shit and had very few responsibilities to worry about.
Which was why he was wandering casually from pub to pub, from early afternoon to late in the evening, having a beer here and a whiskey there. Mostly beer. He wanted to ride the buzz, to sit in his temporary angst like a cliche, 20-something American and make bad choices. Be the stereotype of the loud tourist for once, instead of always trying to defy expectations. He sat at the bar, ordered another beer, let his gaze slip past the wood grain of the counter back into his own mind to block things out. Here, he was just another guy drinking in London. No supernatural bullshit involved. Until, of course, it was.
B; GONNA HIT THIS CITY (HUNTING)
After and in between his bouts of reckless drinking, Kyle opted for another form of reckless behavior: hunting. He was a soldier, not a hunter, as he had explained to at least a dozen people in the last year. Yeah, he killed vampires, but that was the mission. He didn't go looking for the supernatural. Except that now he was. He was bored and angry, with a chip on his shoulder and something to prove, stalking the night and trying to find more vampires, werewolves, witches, whatever. He might not actually attack them, might only get to know them. As a human, it was all dangerous. But it was fun too.
C; WELCOME TO MY HOUSE (AT HOME)
Kyle's plans to move in with Alex were nixed before they started and his invitation to Nancy didn't fair much better. Which meant he returned from Germany to an empty apartment, barely furnished, with the unfulfilled potential of something now lost to time. He dropped his keys on the counter and leaned back against it, staring out at the window. The rumbling of his stomach reminded him how empty his fridge was and he immediately left again for the corner store, to grab some basic groceries and return to cook up a simple meal. Maybe a few drinks too.
[OOC: Feel free to bump into him on his way to the store or, for existing CR, to know or have found out where he lives.]
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"Your boyfriend's a vampire." It's not a question, only a confirmation. He doesn't know what to say. It's not his place to tell her who she can and can't be with, but like hell does he want to have some vampire hanging around. He feels protective, helpless, angry. It feels like a betrayal, even though he knows it has nothing to do with him.
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"Yes, he is. And I love him, and he loves me." She hadn't set out trying to fall in love with him. But things had happened, they'd grown close and when he'd left she'd missed him. When he'd come back, things felt right again, in a way they hadn't in a long time. Being with him... she felt happy.
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"I'll be at your dinner party. You can see yourself out." The former soldier grabbed his jacket from a nearby chair and made his way for the door, having every intention of leaving to go for a long walk and figure things out from there. He didn't want to cut Nancy out, but trying to understand her sympathies for them was like trying to understand ISIS or apartheid. It didn't make sense to him.
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Her shoulders hunched up towards her ears, and Nancy looks down at her hands. "Alright." And, because it seemed wrong without it there: "I'm sorry." For being unable to have any sort of control over her heart. It had always been one of her biggest flaws. But what the heart wanted, the head never listened. Not in her case, anyway.
When he comes back, she'll be gone, leaving the kitchen and dining room table spotless. A quick hand-written note on his fridge, stuck with a sticking spell, will explain the leftovers are in the fridge, and thanking him.
She was going to fight this with every fiber of her being.