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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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He makes for the bathroom, both to wash his hands and give himself a moment to think. The girl is amazing attractive, he's single, and there's no reason not to take things further. At least so far as he knows. Yet those pesky feelings linger and he feels bad that he took this as far as he did only to cut it off.
The guy splashes some cold water on his face, dries it, and then returns out to the bar area, hoping she didn't leave him with all his weirdness going on.
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She had felt that something was a little off about their hook-up and clearly she'd been right. But whatever was wrong, it wasn't her issue. Sure, if she was being honest, she wasn't 100% over Stefan - probably not even 50% - but right now, he wasn't in her life. And she wasn't going to let it stop her from having a little fun.
But apparently that fun was at an end, at least for now.
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"I take it your night's going a little better now," he jokes, giving her a smile he knows to be charming. "I know mine is."
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She's sure as hell hot enough. He almost resents the idea of her finding someone more willing to go than him in the same night, even after he suggests it. It's not like he has any say in the matter though, not when his own baggage is making things difficult and complicated.
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She smiles at his teasing. "I look good in all of them, so why not like them all? And what about you, Mr Mystery?"
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"Green. Maybe red. It really brings out my eyes and maintains that air of mystery." More teasing. "I like watching sports. Football. Rugby's not bad. Food's definitely a Skyline 3-way. Anything else you want to know? It's awesome that you're a singer."
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"I guess you must love Christmas then." She laughs again. "They are good colours, very uh, complimentary. I never was much into rugby but I've been to quite a few football games. I was captain of the cheerleading squad. Do you play, or just watch?"
She pauses, taking another sip of her drink. "If you're ever in Hackney, you should pop by the club, maybe hear me for yourself. If you bring me chocolate, I may even take a request or two."
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In some ways, it felt like another lifetime. Before graduation and after graduation. Before his family died and after.
"I'll bring you chocolate," he agrees with an easy nod. "I want to hear you sing."
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But enough about the past, the present was looking promising. "I will hold you to that," she tells him. "I take my chocolate very seriously."
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"When's your next gig?"
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She rummages for her phone. "Let me check. I sing a couple nights a week but it varies depending on who else is booked. Okay, I'm up this coming Wednesday, then again Thursday. If either of those work for you."
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Kyle takes a long sip of his drink, then gives her another smile.
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She smiles, then shakes her head slight. "This has definitely been my most interesting night in London so far."
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He has work in the morning, after all. And while he'll never use that excuse to get rid of a girl, he already has plans with Caroline and wants to actually get some sleep tonight. Assuming he can sleep, with the million thoughts running through his mind. Kyle takes another long sip of his drink in response to the thought, draining his glass and giving Caroline another light grin. "I hope it won't be our last one."
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"I hope so too."
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