| Parting is such sweet sorrow |
[23 May 2005|09:41pm] |
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A pair of tired, hazel eyes cracked open. They looked around the living room of the apartment. A hand rose to rub the sleep from his eyes and to clear the blurriness. A groan was let as Azure shifted to pull his leg out from the Indian position he was sitting. He reached over and checked his watch, “Hmmm…that’s a long time to meditate.” Bones popped and creaked as Azure attempted to stand up. He stumbled slightly, but his hands caught him from falling on his face. Dark brown hair fell forward to hang unkempt around his face. The man who had once been so proud and happy a lot of the time now looked as if he represented gloom. With a shove of his hands, Azure got to his feet. A hand was placed to his lower back to address the pain that was radiating from there.
Bare feet shuffled across the carpeting, Azure reached for the front door and peered outside. There was a faint cloud of dust in the air, but for the most part, the sandstorm had ended. The back of Azure’s left hand went to his face and rubbed again. He growled his eyes stinging from the dust. He stepped back inside and closed the door rather hard. He attempted to walk back to his room, but his pinkie toe stubbed against the baseboard. His foot came up to retreat from the pain and his hands wrapped around the shin trying to soothe the pain. He lost his balance in the process and fell to the ground on his side. A dull thud and the glasses in the kitchen announcing is clumsiness. Azure moaned loudly in pain.
After a few moments of pain, Azure rolled over and got to his feet. He pushed his body and mind to focus. He moved into his room and packed. Methodically, the items were placed back in the bag he had used when he first arrived in this town. Dust still seemed to be in it. It felt like a life time ago. A good life time with warm smiles, and warmer friends, a tear traced the cheek before staining the cowl. Azure sniffled back a tear before zipping up the sack. The room was left bare, save for the furniture. He gathered up a few scraps of paper and scribbled furiously. Several pieces of paper were then folded and names written. One included an envelope thick with money. He put on his clothes, his dark pants, flak jacket with scrolls, a clean cowl was re-wrapped around the lower half of his face, and gloves were slipped on. The clothing and equipment felt so much heavier. The sack was thrown over his shoulder and he walked to the living room placing the envelope and a note.
( ”Matthew” )
Azure placed his keys on the counter and walked out of the house. He closed the door and retrieved his lock pick set. With a little work the lock was engaged and Azure placed his hand on the door. He shook his head and headed for the diner. The talk with Verlie went well. She claimed his last paycheck as notice for his three weeks and wished him well. Azure wore a wry smile and headed into the back room. He tucked a note into the punch card for Hannah.
( ”Hannah” )
Azure stepped out of the back room and into Searchlight’s dusty streets. A hand was raised to shadow the sun out of his eyes. He sighed and started walking. He never looked back.
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| Last work |
[25 Apr 2005|08:34pm] |
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Azure released a slow breath. This would probably be the hardest thing to pull off. Robert wasn’t joking. “The last job”, the words kept throbbing in his head. He’d finally save his ass and this would pay off a lot. Azure sat in his living room looking over the photographs and documents. Matt was probably at work. He felt terrible about how he was acting. He placed the papers he was holding back on the table and he ran his hands through his hair.
The job in its most simplistic was to steal a necklace. The caveat was the necklace would be in motion the entire night. It was on a movie star who’d be flying in, going to a party hosted by a night club, and then back to the plane and flown off. The window of opportunity was small. Several hours, and that’s if things go well, if they don’t. This could turn ugly quickly.
Azure again started going over the itemized schedule and made notes in several places.:
( Notes )
Azure circled the after party. He closed his eyes and got up. He gathered up the papers and went into his room. He kneeled on his bed facing his window sill where three octagons were stacked. He closed his eyes and exhaled, he lifted the first one and then placed it to the left of the stack, and then another was placed to the right. He breathed as silently as he could.
( His prayer )
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| A moment... |
[09 Apr 2005|04:21pm] |
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I have been all through Searchlight. I've only heard a few things, but I can't find Devon. I'm going to have to go find December. She might know where to find him. Least that way I'm not floundering. Hopefully Hannah hasn't done anything that will get herself hurt. I haven't seen her in a bit so I'm going to have to assume she's still acting funny. Hopefully when I find Devon he'll remember me, though it's hard to forget the guy you scraped off the ground and saved.
So far I haven't been approached by police-lady again. Good or bad, I'm not sure. I have felt an unnecessary amount of eyes loking at me. If that's just the locals being the locals, so be it. Although after several months, nearly a year of being in town, you'd think they would be used to the odd looking gentleman. Maybe that's just wishful thinking, it's not like I can get around the entire town and meet every person. Get to know them and that way they don't become scared of me.
( Private )
Hopefully that isn't true of me.
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[29 Mar 2005|11:17pm] |
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I do believe I have stepped into an alternate reality. Somemone has flipped this entire world on it's ear. I am the only one that's standing upright.
I want sense to be made. NOW! Does anyone have the number for Devon, nice looking, dark hair, kinda brutish. Nice guy though. Big on the good deeds and cool personality. I need sleep, but now I'm so wound up I can't sleep!
Thank you Hannah, you've ruined my night!!!!
ARGH!
o_o
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| Phone tag |
[19 Mar 2005|05:09pm] |
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Azure was stumbling into the house, dawn's early light just peeking over the desert. He was tired. Shift just ended and he smelled worse than anything previous. Had to be "Catfish day" at work. Yeck. Azure rubbed at his face trying to stay awake. He glanced around the living room glad to see everything was still there. His eye caught Matthew's door and he smirked with a pleased smile. His finger hit the voice mailbox for him on the phone and lowered the volume. Solicitor, Michelle called, "Hope you've thought about what I need, but here's a short list..." Her message rambled on and Azure took down on a small pad near the phone. He tore the piece off and tucked the paper away. A small pain started to grow behind Azure's eye, his eyebrow twitched and he took a deep breath as the next message started.
( Matt's Voicemail )
Azure's eyes bugged. "Oh no.", Azure's hand came up and covered his face. He couldn't have been so stupid. Azure walked to his door as Matt's message finished. He leaned on the door frame and the door was pushed open. On his night stand was a small envelope written in meticulous handwriting, "RENT". Azure walked over to the envelope rechecked the amount and was glad to see it was all there. He slapped the envelope on forehead. He headed back to the kitchen and tacked the evenlope on the fridge. He picked up the phone and left a quick message for Matt.
( Voicemail for Matt )
Azure hung up the phone and cursed himself for being such a tool. He stumbled into his room and stripped himself naked. He took his clothes and stuffed them into a plastic bag and tied it off. He shoved the plastic bag into his laundry hamper. He grabbed his towel hanging off the bed and wrapped it around his waist. He needed a shower.
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| Just paint a big ole' sign over my head that says theif |
[16 Mar 2005|10:06pm] |
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( Someone's been very naughty )
I think I've soiled myself. That was the first time I've EVER been caught red-handed. Then again, it took someone actually comitting a crime to really finger me, but fuck. As if my situation couldn't have gotten better... I'm not sandwiched between a rock and a hard place. The last thing I need is another stone on top of the ton I'm already shouldering. I feel like I want to puke but there'd be no point. I need to go do something...a bar, a club, something. Ugh, maybe I'll just go to sleep. That way i can be plagued by nightmares about getting arrested AND killed. Nothing ever goes smoothly.
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| The third job |
[09 Mar 2005|11:23pm] |
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( Get back here with my jewel! )
I'm sorry, but when you're on a heist, it's common courtesy to NOT INTERFERE. I mean first person gets the goods right? I'm not insane here. I was there first, I shouldn't have had to chase that woman down. She should have stayed away and not bothered me.
Who the hell does she think she is?!
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| I do believe I actually got it right |
[10 Feb 2005|10:42pm] |
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( Smooth like Sunday morning )
Item number two acquired and delivered. Phew, I got lucky. I lost money at the poker tables, but I guess that gets made up by the fact I didn't get shot at, hurt, or otherwise chased. Also, I go unseen and un recognized again. I think I'm going to celebrate. Where's Matt or even Joseph? I need to get some hootin and a hollarin around. Ah well. Maybe I'll go wander.
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[06 Feb 2005|08:17pm] |
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That was a great nice last night. I can't remember when I've smiled and laughed so much. Also, those alley nachos were great, although jalapenos are the devil. I know that this will not be what I hope. Hannah's an amazing person. Her personality, her smile, her laugh. It was like a breath of fresh air. It felt good to forget about what hell I'm putting myself through just to survive my stupid mistakes. Makes me wonder why I do these things, but that only leads me to regret. Something I can't let myself become bogged down with.
My life hasn't been easy. The only thing I've had to comfort me or support me in any way has been my training. Putting my trust in others has been a difficult and painful experiences. I have been betrayed in many enpasses in my life. Friends have nearly shattered me, a couple of ex-girlfriends have put me through the wringer. I've always done my best in no matter what I've done. Sometimes even your best isn't enough.
There have been many nights where I've cried myself to sleep. It was partly because of something occuring that day that reminded me of a family member. Or I was faced again with the fact that I had just mmissed my sister. Failure has been painful, but it hasn't been without growth. I've done all I can up to now. In the grand scheme of things it doesn't feel like a lot, but for those around me...I think it's been a lot.
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| The first date is always a little painful |
[26 Jan 2005|06:40pm] |
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( The First Job )
Ok, next time remember smoke grenades. Urgh. The pain is now being dealt with, ice packs are strapped tight on my joints and I'm drinking some tea to edge the adrenaline. Tomorrow's going to be a long shift and I'm so not in the mood. Hopefully I won't snap at anyone.
I still wonder what happened to that fucking vampire. That son of bitch...I hope a slayer got to him.
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| (Not a Journal Item) |
[22 Jan 2005|07:46pm] |
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( Send my love )
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| Giving what I can back to the community... |
[19 Jan 2005|11:57pm] |
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( The long road to redemption )
So that's it, I've sold my soul to save my skin. Choices are illusions. The binary choice of yes or no is what you make yourself believe you have. You don't ahve a choice, circumstances give you only one path and that's all you get.
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| Free time is tiring |
[11 Jan 2005|10:11pm] |
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Azure was laying on his roof. The sun was setting and Joseph's message was playing over in his head. He had an hour before shift and then he'd run to Vegas. It would be a quiet shift, though he had a scheduled shift with Hannah finally. He'd been waiting to see her. At least to talk to her again. Between orders he could at least find out if she's single. He let his turn to the right and he looked at the small wooden board and the four rings. Things weren't alright at the moment for Azure, "I think I'm gonna cry." The ninja said to no one. His gaze stared into the blue sky that was slowly turning red. His left hand reached into his pocket and a shuriken was pulled out. It twirled in his hand pinched between thumb and forefinger. The heavens were quiet that day. No one wanted to respond. Azure's left hand extended and waved forward, the shuriken sailed up toward the clouds. A smirk eeked onto his face with his hand still extended, and a finger pointed toward the shuriken. A small string floated in the gentle breeze, it was slowly uncoiling from his finger. It drifted and then Azure hooked his finger and tugged. The small shuriken started to drift back. Azure didn't flinch as it came back and sunk into the wood. Two centimeters to the side of the center of the target. "Ah, didn't pull sharp enough." Azure's left leg was pulled up to rest on his right knee.
"I don't know if you can hear me great grandpa, grandpa, dad, mom. Sis is still alive isn't she?" Azure looked away from the target. "I've been strong. Doing my best. Training. I know you didn't have a chance to say it mom, but I'm still looking for a girl. Can't say I've been a good son my entire time on this earth. I've don't my best even if I'm doing the worst. I asked before when I left the house. I then asked a second time when I ran out of money." Azure's eyes darkened as he pulled four kunais from his pocket. He spread them like a hand of cards and held them between his sight and the sky. "One for each of you." He threw them into the sky like the shuriken, he put his hand back down and closed his eyes. His legs were put back out. His chest rose and fell. His mind slowed down, the world's problems fell away and in the silence he found his calm again. It was rare and in that silence a voice spoke to him.
Move
Azure rolled back and shoved from the roof with his hands. The four kunai sank into the roof, both eyes, his heart and throat would have been sliced open. Azure tipped his head and opened his eyes to see the configuration. He walked over and bent over to pick up the piece of wood and the four kunai. A small smile tugged at the sides of his lips. He stood up and glanced back up to the sky. He jumped off the roof and landed on the ground. He had shift.
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| Is there a reason I'm getting into all this trouble? |
[08 Jan 2005|03:06pm] |
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( Mmmm, cereal, missing Slayer, and bricks )
I'm sorry, did someone declare open season on my ass?! I wanted to sleep tonight, it was my first day off since I started working again. The small hiatus I had to take from the blood loss. I still haven't returned the fucking book to the store. Joseph, you better be in Vegas.
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| Chance meeting...time to rest |
[08 Jan 2005|12:18am] |
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( Winter wonderland... )
Ok. Not my best night. Not my worst. Kris is asleep and resting. She's doing better. I've taken up my vigilant watch on her. I've got my scrolls to read and books. She won't be left alone. Pythia can try, but she ain't getting this Slayer on my watch. I hope Matt gets home. I'm working with the Watcher's diary and sticking to the advice in it about Slayer physiology. Pretty straightforward, and I'm not using any relaxants for her muscles. Time to go sit in the living room.
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