a wind blows through it [attn: evan]

[JACK WINDSOR]

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[EVAN LENNOX]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=3][atrb=style, width: 360px; border-right: 20px solid; border-left: 20px solid; ] [STYLE=padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma, verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;]Well, that was painful. Evan promised a sort of friend that he'd go check out their cousin's band at some dingy bar just for fun. Of course Evan knew this meant that the band was trying to get a recording contract and was trying to use him as a way to his father. They probably thought they were going to amaze them with their talent and he would just go running to his dad, screaming about this undiscovered band that was going to make him bank! That was not the case. The group wasn't bad by any means, no. They were your average gang of twenty-somethings thrown together trying to make a name for themselves. Evan wasn't going to hold that against them. However, he would hold their stage antics against them for sure. They poured beer on the audience, smoked cigarettes and then flung the butts wherever they felt like and then sprayed a bottle of paint and set the fumes on fire...right in the audience's face. Needless to say, the boy had made his way to the back of the bar as quickly as he could and snuck out the back, not even daring to look back. So there he was, just wandering around Chinatown. To be completely honest, he wasn't familiar with the area. To even find the bar he had to ask Siri on his iPhone and even then he got lost. Thankfully he found it after only a few wrong turns, but now he was trying to make his way back to the subway entrance and no luck. At this point he'd even be thankful to find a cab, but strange enough there seemed to be none in the area. The few that he saw and tried to wave down just kept on driving, already filled with a passenger. This fucking sucked. He was just about to turn to his last resort, calling either his dad or one of the many people he relied on when he was stuck or in trouble, but a loud voice distracted him. Against his will, Evan looked up at the sound of "Kid!" and saw an attractive older man heading towards him, jaywalking across the street to get to him. Instinct told Evan that this was not safe in the slightest and that this guy could probably pull out a knife and kill him right now, but something in his voice and the way he moved made the boy feel calm, calmer than he should in this situation. Well, there was that and the fact that the man's face made Evan want to do devilish things to him, but that was besides the point. "Uh, I'm headed...home," well, if he could fucking find it. "Why? What's it to ya?" Obviously the fact that people were getting kidnapped left and right throughout the city didn't really cross Evan's mind. [/style][STYLE=padding: 10px 30px 10px 30px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;]words xxx tags jack! notes xxx[/style]
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[JACK WINDSOR]

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[EVAN LENNOX]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=3][atrb=style, width: 360px; border-right: 20px solid; border-left: 20px solid; ] [STYLE=padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma, verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;]Hold up just one hot second. Did Jack know what this looked like? To Evan it looked a bit like he was being Punk'd or something. He saw it before, the resemblance, but the picture on the badge made Jack look uncannily like Jensen Ackles. He was about to ask if Jack really was the actor from Supernatural, but then he stopped himself. The badge looked pretty legit, he was nice, attractive, and now he was offering to walk him home? Yeah, he wasn't going to do anything that could potentially sour the other's mood or just downright piss him off. If he said that he was Jack then Evan was going to believe him. The boy took the other's hand, offering a firm shake as well. "Walk me home?" Hell yes this guy could walk him home. He could walk him home and straight up to his bedroom if he'd like. No, no. Evan stopped himself. Thinking like that was not only getting ahead of himself, but this guy was like...ten years older than him at least. Plus he could totally be straight! It wasn't every day that you ran into a male cop that was also interested in guys...though it wasn't so bizarre, really. This was 2012! Evan mentally kicked himself. This train of thought was stupid and needed to end. "Yeah, sure, now that you've freaked me out about possibly being kidnapped I'd very much like for you to walk me home." He was teasing and he gave Jack a small smile just to assure him. Then Evan immediately remembered that he actually didn't know how to get home from here. There was a moment's pause as he tried to think of an elegant, non-idiotic way to do this, but then he just went right into it. "Uh, well, actually, I don't really know how to get home from here," he brought up the phone in his hand to Jack's face, Google Maps already opened, "I live there." He pointed to the green dot, "and we're here," and then he pointed to the blue dot on the map. "Help?" Then a bit of awkward, embarrassed laughter followed. Jesus that was awful. [/style][STYLE=padding: 10px 30px 10px 30px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;]words xxx tags derp!jack notes Yes, jack is the derpiest of derps and I LOVE HIM. Although Evan may have just beaten him.[/style]
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[JACK WINDSOR]

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[YOUMA]

Being new, it was bound to be clumsy. Even knowing that the Queen would be irate at it for giving itself away didn't stop it from tripping over things; its legs were just so long and its arms too, dragging on the ground behind it, were more of a liability than anything. It had been following the boy for so long, too, it was getting hungry. The addition of the adult male had made it hang back but neither of them looked like predators to the youma.

And it was

so.

hungry.

The monster ponderously tucked its long, long arms close to its chest, protecting an emasculated rib cage. It hurled itself into the air with a horrific scream, flinging the limbs out in an attempt to take the pair of humans down to the ground with it.

[EVAN LENNOX]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=3][atrb=style, width: 360px; border-right: 20px solid; border-left: 20px solid; ] [STYLE=padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma, verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;] "Yeah, subway should be fine." He normally took taxis just because it was faster most of the time, but he definitely wasn't adverse to taking the subway. Though taking it this late at night was sketchy, but he'd get over it. He had a goddamn cop here with him; they'd both be just fine! Evan began to follow Jack, soon getting up next to him as they headed towards the subway. "I went to a show at some bar not too far from here to check out a band." Even after he'd left the building he could still picture them trying to seem interesting all the while just frightening the audience. "They, uh...weren't too great. It was sort of as a favor to this guy I kinda know." He really needed to stop doing favors for people that he barely knew like that. He couldn't even count on one hand any times that doing something like that had turned out to be positive. Saying no wasn't really one of his strong suits. He could avoid people he knew were going to ask him to do favors like the plague though! He almost came to a stop when he thought he heard some suspicious noise behind him, but calmed himself almost immediately. He was with Jack, a cop, who was going to try fucking with them, honestly? It was probably just a stray dog or something. "Ah, really? Is that what the Chinese is for? Bad day?" His voice trailed off as he looked to the left and soon realized that Jack hadn't kept up his pace. Was trouble actually following them? He turned just as what Evan could only describe as some sort of monster from an alien invasion film let out a blood curdling scream and leapt towards the two of them. Evan couldn't explain what happened in the split second, but it was as if time stood still for a moment and something inside of him just took over. He was naturally a caring person, but his brain seemed to go into a different state of mind and all he cared about in that moment was Jack's safety; it practically consumed him. Without a second thought he pushed towards Jack with all of his might, leaping off the ground with the intention to push the both of them out of harm's way, intent on keeping the officer safe. [/style][STYLE=padding: 10px 30px 10px 30px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;]words xxx tags derp!jack notes Evan will be thanking Jack for his help in receiving the award and then he'll trip and drop the award on the way back to his seat.[/style]
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[JACK WINDSOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; background-color: #E54404; color: black;]all my bridges have been burned, but you say that's how this grace thing works[/style]

[STYLE=float: left; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px #E54404 solid;][/style] [STYLE=font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: 5px #E54404 solid; margin-top: -30px;]words[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -35px;]XXX[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: 5px #E54404 solid; margin-top: -30px;]tags[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -35px;]evan[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: 5px #E54404 solid; margin-top: -30px;]notes[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 9.5px; margin-top: -35px;]awww evan bby noo 8c <3[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 9.5px; margin-top: -25px; font-style: italic;]Made by Amb. Tanz of PRE & BTN & OTE[/style][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 400px; margin-top: -30px;]"I know how that is," said Jack, relevant only to the bands; he'd gone to a school that was full of band player hopefuls, not so much actual contract-worthy musicians. He didn't think any of them had gotten actual contracts; most of them probably still played out of their parents' garages or something, if their parents happened to have garages. "I used to fake sick to get out of those things and back to the dorms, but I guess that doesn't work if you're this far out." The kid did look like he belonged in college, so he felt perfectly in line making that guess. He would have informed Evan that days could be so much uglier than this one had been--that he'd had days where he found dead kids in eight different trash bags--but the kid slammed into him and they both stumbled out of the monster's way. Its claws made quick work of the car they'd been standing in front of, setting off its alarm. "Good move, kid," he gasped, pushing the pair of them upright. His Chinese was a lost cause, he ruled, and he drew the service firearm that he totally had a concealed permit to carry. "Oh, shit, that thing's not human." What the hell even was it?[/style]

[ARVANA ZACCOUR]

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