Run. ((Open))

harkenheart:

It was just so horribly dreadfully boring inside. Increasingly so. A cabin fever of sorts had struck her sideways and left her tapping her fingers on the window sill as she stared intently at the woods beyond the houses across the street. There was an entrance to the forrest two blocks down to the left, or six block to the right. She’d gone down the trails during the day. Plenty of times. 

The dilemma she had right now was not so much of a problem of where to go, but the time. It was nearly two in the morning and she sat, wide eyed, staring at the woods as if they were calling her. She rolled her head around to face the door, back to the window. And once more to the door. There really wasn’t anything stopping her. Only a few halls and a stair case, and of course, the immense darkness that held a nearly moonless night with clouds covering the remaining light sources. And yet, she began the trek. Careful not to wake anyone, not even the dog, 

Soon enough she was at the foot of the woods and tentatively she took her first few steps in. And before she knew it she was at a brisk jog. From a jog she burst into a run. It was a hard run with long strides, She’d never run this much or this hard in her life. 

((I don’t think I’ll ever be happy again.))

((I just finished book 9 of the Cirque Du Freak Series.))

abeautifulmindbrother:

Sam looked up at the house, wondering briefly if he had a house somewhere.  A home.  Maybe… But that was in another life that he didn’t know.  It looked nice.  Just… an ordinary house on an ordinary street.  He decided he quite liked ordinary.  It seemed safe, at least a little more welcoming than his apartment.  But maybe he could get one of his own someday.  It was something to look forward to at least. “Um… Right.” 

He nodded, toeing at the ground and returned the smile with a slightly lopsided one of his own.  ”I’ll see you tomorrow then.  With… Sandwiches.  And we can go hunting for mysterious shadow people in the park.”  His smile grew a little wider, and he laughed softly at the absurdity of it.  Didn’t mean he didn’t believe it though. “So… I’ll just… Uh… I’m gonna…”  He took a step back, head jerking over his shoulder back in the direction they’d come from.  ”Tomorrow.”  he repeated a little dumbly.

Tugging his teeth between his bottom lip for a moment, he seemed to think long and hard about something.  Then leaning forward he placed a very quick, soft, kiss on her cheek, spinning around and striding away, “Night, Taylor…” He called back… pace quickening, a hot flush burning on his face.

At the very least, she was caught by surprise, at most, she felt like she was picked up and tossed into a pool of butterflies. She stood idly touching the tips of her fingers to the spot where he kissed her. It honestly didn’t set in until she made her way to the door and began fiddling with the lock. Ordinarily, something like that would be no trouble, but her hands we shaking a bit.

She got inside and was greeted excitedly by her dog. Ace was not used to being away from her for a whole hour let alone a whole day. He ran circles around her legs and nuzzled up against her. And he was rather caught off guard when she flopped sideways over the couch in the next room. 

“Aaaaace” She finally spoke when the dog began licking her face as if he were pestering her for information. She stroked around his neck and the biggest goofiest grin broke through. “He gave me a kiss Ace.” The dog retorted with another sloppy lick. “Not like thaaaat.” She laughed and rolled over so she could properly wrestle with her puppy. “Aahh, today was a such good day.” 

Trouble

det-burkhardt:

She would need medical attention — that much was obvious to Nick and probably just about anyone else who was watching — but a quick, cursory glance over her wounds is enough to reassure him that they’re not serious. She did hit her head, though, and so he stays there for a few moments longer, because if she takes too much longer to respond then she might have a concussion— but no, sooner or later she comes around. 

And yet suddenly he’s less concerned with her well being and more with what on earth is going on with her eyes?

A look around him at the gathering crowd tells him that he’s the only one who can see it. But it’s happening, a shift of hues, red and blue and everything in between like a swirling storm of colour. He’s seen a lot of things, but he’s never seen something like this before, and he doesn’t realize he’s staring, barely blinking as his mind runs through all the things he’s read about and comes up with a big fat load of nothing, until the girl speaks. Even then there’s a jilted pause when he tries to gather the coherant response he apparantly dropped.

“Ah— yes, but not for long. Patrol’s keeping an eye out for him, so if he tries to leave the park they’ll catch him, don’t worry.” 

As he finishes speaking, he notices her eyes settle, finally, and although it should be more of a relief than anything else it doesn’t serve to do much but bring more questions to the forefront of his mind. 

However, as far as the girl knows— should know — he’s just a police officer who happened to arrive just a little bit too late, and if she hasn’t noticed what he is yet then he’d prefer to keep it that way. It’s one thing dealing with Wesen in general, but it’s altogether worse if he’s technically on their side and all they can see him as is a Grimm.

It’s a reverse stereotype that only applies to him, and the more he can avoid it the better.

“If you’re sure you’re alright, do you mind telling me what happened, Miss…?”

He allows himself to trail off, an unspoken request for her to tell him her name. 

Taylor knew she had to keep herself calm. After the shock and adrenaline would wear off she’d be in for a world of hurt. Or at least sore. She took stock of the situation. From the basics it looked like this, she stopped a would-be thief (badly), and now an officer of some sort. He was probably off duty or something because he didn’t seem to have a uniform on.

Of course there was more to it than that, but for now that’s all that really mattered. She focused in on the world, she had gotten lost in her thinking, or maybe it was her ears, still chiming like a bell every so often that stole her attention. Either way the officer was kind of staring at her. Did her wounds look worse than they felt or was something wrong with her face? 

 ”My name’s Taylor Murphy.” The girl shuffled in her seat, getting a bit more comfortable and bringing her knees up to her chest. “I turned around to see a guy take something from a woman and start running at me.” She paused glancing at the now sleeping Ace. “My dog jumped at him first. And I don’t know why but instinct or something took over and I actually got a kick in.” Remembering it now nearly put a smile on her face, nearly. She was sort of proud of herself for acting out. “Then I got… uh. Distracted and he got a good shot in at me and ran away I guess”

A bit less proud of that. But in her defense, how did someone normally react to seeing someone go all beast in front of them. Especially someone who had just stolen a purse from a stranger. “I blacked out, I don’t really even know what direction he went in… how long was I unconscious?” The officer probably wouldn’t know. She came to when he was here but who knows how long it was since the incident occurred to the time he arrived. Anywhere from a couple seconds to minutes depending on how close this guy was. Maybe someone else from the scene would know? 

((Deer lord. My house was wifiless for the last like, what, 4 days.))

((There is some construction going on but now I am BACK!! 

ahhh I missed you all, I’m sorry I didn’t get to say bye or anything.))

Trouble

detburkhardt:

harkenheart:

For a larger portion of the day than usual, Taylor had been on edge and kind of weirded out. The shadows she’d been seeing seemed to be getting more potent around those it chose to hover over. Every time she saw someone like that she would turn away in hopes of not having another attack. Her heart felt like it was trying to rally her other organs into a full on revolution against her body. Maybe she’d actually tell her doctor about this. Because it certainly wasn’t normal. It’s not like it directly hurt, although it kind of did, but it felt odd. Really odd, it was tingly and filled with fire or electricity. Sometimes her chest felt hollow. In any case she didn’t like it. 

It was right at dusk and she was getting a bit winded. She wanted to take a small break before the big trek home. Darkness didn’t ever bother her before, she’d be able to find her way. Taylor found a bench that overlooked a park that still had a few scattered kids here and there. Ace chose to lay underneath the bench this time. After a small breather she stood up looked around. A stone sank in her stomach. That feeling was coming on again. She scanned the area and her caught sight of a man briskly walking up to a woman. 

He shouldered her, hard, and she screamed, in the confusion, he grabbed her purse and began to book it. Straight towards Taylor. Ace was on top of this as he sensed the danger as well. The dog pounced on the man, catching him by surprise. He got one good bite in. Breaking the skin before the man could toss him off. By then Taylor was up close, she seized the opportunity to kick away the purse that he had dropped when Aces teeth sank in. She turned in time to dodge a punch, just barely. She drove her foot up into his groin. It wasn’t a particularly hard kick, but it did it’s job. The man howled in pain. Literally howled. His face contorted and a beast’s mug took it’s place. 

The girl was frozen now, staring. Her blue irises filled in with black and then red, her pupils dilating and resembling something quite beastly in it’s own way. The man was pure fire now. But he was also scared, as anyone who was just caught stealing would be. He jabbed his right arm out, a last second attempt at revenge, catching the awestruck girl’s cheek in it’s wake. She collided with the ground and the man took off, empty handed. 

Ever since the day Aunt Marie came back, Nick feels like he’s never had a moment to rest.

All of a sudden his life’s been overtaken with things he wasn’t even aware existed. Blutbaden, Hexenbiest, Maushertz, everything else contained within the pages of a book that by all rights should have been nothing more than a fairytale to him. And after so long being content with the title of detective, to suddenly have a new one thrust upon him out of the blue is immensely hard to deal with. Detective is fine — it’s normal, authoritative and something that, above all else, feels right on his lips when he says it out loud and uses it in reference to himself. Grimm is another altogether — foreign, strange, and not something he wants to be associated with. Whether that’s the reason why he’s trying so desperately to do things by the book he doesn’t know, but it’s been working so far and he intends to continue that way.

But reminders that nothing will ever be the same just seem to fall out of the sky and into his lap and there’s nothing he can do about it.

Like tonight. 

He had been over at Monroe’s, and although he hadn’t been planning on drinking enough to make driving home an impossibility, the walk is short and it’s a nice evening, a chill wind whispering through the trees as it migrates through the skies the only thing making the walk the slightest bit unpleasant, and with his hands shoved in his jacket pockets it’s a problem easily solved. And if it had just stayed that way, then maybe he would have been able to carry on and for once in the past few months not have to worry about the world of Wesen that lies so parallel to their own, to not worry about the fact that circumstance is forcing him to tread the line between that world and this. But of course, as with all things, they never quite work out the way you want them to, and when an ear-piercing shriek catches his attention from the nearby park he’s changed direction and is walking, jogging, running there without even pausing to think. Whether it’s a reflex reaction as a cop or a Grimm, what matters is that it takes him there.

By the time he arrives, though, there’s no situation left to speak of, just two puzzled, shaken-looking women, the younger of the two on the ground, and a man — no, not a man, something else that he can’t see from here — retreating into the distance. He’s too far away for him to catch on foot, so he makes a quick call to inform any nearby patrol vehicles and then turns his attention to the downed girl, kneeling next to her.

“Are you alright, ma’am?”

Even before she responds, Nick is trying — almost by instinct — to look over her for any signs of shock or injury. She seems fine, of course, but… there’s something else. Something that seems distinctly off that he just can’t quite place. And although he knows better than to ignore that sort of thing, he doesn’t know what to do but wait, for now. 

If there’s something about her that isn’t altogether human, she’ll reveal herself eventually.

Light. Light was good. Now focus, that was harder to come by. Her hand tenderly touched the part of her head that had collided with the concrete and already felt an egg swelling up between her fingers. There was some blood, both on her cheek where the attacker’s knuckle had torn the skin, and from underneath her hand where bits of gravel waited patiently to be picked out. Her heart was still beating faster and faster. From a loud high pitch drone words formed, and the sounds of nature became clear. There was someone in front of her asking her something. Finally her vision shifted to normalcy. But her eyes were still practically throbbing. 

Her irises couldn’t decide what hue they wanted to choose, a battle between blood and ice. She tried to steady herself enough to sit up and better asses what happened. After a few wobbly moments her spine found it’s way back and she had a grip on the world at last. Taylor blinked a few times and realized she wasn’t in anymore danger. Her dog Ace sat a few feet away, looking defeated and a bit shaken, but otherwise fine.  “Did he get away?” A fine choice of first words there girly. Not anything on your own condition to quell the worries of the stranger in front of you of course. 

Logic was the next to kick in as her brain descrambled the event. Her mind was a blur of images and that terrible face the man made. It horrified her that she actually saw that. There was no denying it this time. No trick of the sunlight could have done that. As her heartbeat settled back into a steady rhythm her eyes finally settled back on their normal blue tone. Soon the shock would be over and the pain would come to, but for now, she barely felt it. Such a wonderful thing, the human mind is. 

“I’m, Ah-” She looked at the blood on her hand, noticing it was localized and not dripping. Could be worse. “I think I’m okay.” Might need a good cleaning and a band-aid or two but otherwise the injuries weren’t that serious. Not the worst fall she’d ever had. 

((Anyone up for RP?))

((Seriously I am so bored right now.))

abeautifulmindbrother:

Aaaand… She didn’t run away screaming which was always a good sign.  Even when you’d jammed your almighty foot in your stupid mouth.  Probably room for the other one too if he tried hard enough.  He peeked out from behind the curtain of hair over his face, feeling more than a bit stupid and attempted another smile, this one a little less shy. “Oh-kay?  Yeah. Lunchtime.  I’ll come meet you at your house then?”

He nodded confirming things in his head as well as to Taylor. “Uh… I guess… We’re probably nearly there then?” He asked, noticing the slowed pace, they were both dawdling a little, but it didn’t seem too bad to go home now, knowing that he’d see her again the next day…

Lunchtime. Wonderful. This was clearly the best day she’d had since she got the surgery. Hell, it was probably one of the best ever, but it was hard to judge. Sure there was an underlying voice in her head telling her she was starting a crazy club, but that’s kind of natural when you see people turning into monsters and your one new friend thinks he met the devil. Maybe life was like that. Maybe life really was like an adventure novel. Hard to tell when the most contact with the outside world she used to have was walking to the store with her dog, or doctors visits. 

She tipped her head towards the blue door, just one house ahead. “That’s my place. Well. My dad’s. But you know.” For a moment she forgot about the whole plan for the coming day and questioned the time, wondering if her father would be home from the office yet. Probably not, he wasn’t usually there until well after dark.

“Thanks again for walking with me.” She returned her attention to Sam with a shy smile. 

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