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Post by mitch on Dec 28, 2007 9:40:54 GMT
TAGGED: Closed To Caden Ashcroft
[W] For Language
Was just one of those nights to where he should of cut himself off at the bar earlier then he had done. Too much to drink, he was able to walk though so that was his transportation home, singing to himself. No one was around since it was abnormally too late for anyone to be out for the bar just closed down. "Pretty women. Fascinating...sipping coffee, dancing. Pretty women. Pretty women are a wonder. Pretty women! Sitting in the window or standing on the stair something in them cheers the air." He was singing some lyrics from some musical show he had seen some weeks ago named Sweeney Todd. All was coming back to him now since he was a drunken fellow. Good thing that his place was not too far away because sleep was on his agenda.
He did stop though for a minute just to fumble out a pack of smokes and a lighter in his hands. He put the cigarette to his lips then lit the end of it with the bic. Shoving it away into his pockets of his trench coat looking navy blue pockets he was off again. Now just humming the tune of the song to himself as he smoked his precious cigarette and strolled down the street. All was well until some shadow stepped out in front of him which he nearly ran into but stopped in time. "Whoah buddy!" He said put his hands up then looked at the man in front of him. Curly golden blonde hair, as tall as Mitch so they were eye contact and both eyes were blue but this man's were cold. Mitch was uneasy about the man and went to walk about but was stopped when the man moved in the way.
Mitch put the smoke to his lips again to take a log drag as the man began with a speech. With a roll of his baby blue eyes he just told the man one thing which was a big mistake. "Fuck off you crazy weirdo." He pushed past the man who introduced himself as Caleb but then abruptly stopped. The cigarette dropped to the ground which was covered lightly with snow, so the cigarette went out with a hissing noise. "Jim?" Mitch said as his brother was looking at him and Mitch smiled awkwardly which he was about to go to Jim. But the man named Caleb went pushed Mitch out of the way. Mitch didn't even have time to react at all he was pushed then saw the knife in Caleb's hands. Caleb went straight up to Jim then stabbed him in different places which blood went dripping everywhere.
Mitch's heart clenched up then leap to his throat when he saw this and screamed out the normal. "NO! JIM! WHY!?" He went to cry since he was so drunk and so confused, this could not be real. He went to push Caleb out of the way but when he went to Jim he was cold and no heart beat. Mitch broke down in tears which he looked at Caleb knowing he was next too. That is when Mitch shut his eyes and everything froze and did not move in his radius. Caleb was standing there without a knife and Jim was not there dead in the snow. What the hell was this? Mitch didn't know it was all an illusion and not real at all. Also that when he used his powers it disconnected the connection of Caleb's mind to his own. Standing up from the snow still in tears he did not take the chance to find out and he ran as fast as he could run.
No he couldn't go home and he didn't know where to go really. But remembered, Caden, she would possibly be awake maybe enough to let him him. He ran away so fast which his powers switched off when he was far enough to where the area he time stopped unfroze again. Mitch never ran so much in a long time to where he was dearly out of breath when he arrived at the apartment complexes. He went right into it then looked around trying to remember the number with his buzzed mind. Then he remembered what one so he ran directly to it. Sure he looked like a raving maniac right now since he looked completely unkempt. Jeans were wet from when he fell in the snow, shoes covered in show from running about.
His jacket was just fine and shirt under was fine as well. His face, damp, his hair was slightly sticking to his forehead and he was panting for air. Tears were gone from his eyes but his eyes were still red and puffy from crying earlier. Skin was rather pale and he was clammy cold from just being so worked up, kind of resembled seeing a ghost. He pounded on the door since he wanted to get inside and somewhere out of the streets. Not go home alone, what if that man knew where he lived, so this was better. "Caden! Please open the door! Caden please!" He sounded stressed and like he was in panicking trouble which he was panicking but not in trouble. He kept knocking on the door to get her attention or wake her up, something.
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Post by cadenashcroft on Dec 28, 2007 10:21:13 GMT
Sleep, it was something that she had been lacking in lately. Between attending school as a full-time student, working as a music tutor to young children and taking cigarette breaks throughout the day, sleep was definitely something she needed at the time. The clock on Caden’s computer had just hit 2AM in the morning as Caden stretched her arms and rubbed her eyes. She had just finished writing a paper for her psychology class and let it print as she slipped into her silk sheets for a good night’s rest. The soft touch of her sheets on her bare skin felt too tempting for Caden to get back up and put the paper in her backpack, so she made herself a mental reminder to fetch it in the morning before she left for school. Right now, all that mattered were her pillows, her blanket, her bed and herself.
2:35AM and the slumbering beauty awoke to the sound of pounding on her door. Caden’s eyes darted open and her heart leapt from the instantaneous disruption while her hand reached for her cell phone on her night stand, ready to call the police. Then, she heard a young man’s voice, pleading for her to open her apartment door. The more he spoke, the more she recognized the voice belonging to a friend of hers, Mitchell Daniels. No, they were not best friends but she cared for him deeply. The young woman leapt out of her bed and sprinted to the door, opening it and grabbing the arm of her intoxicated friend to help him stay up. His clothes smelled of cigarettes, his breath reeked of alcohol and his clothes were filthy wet. For Caden, it was disparagingly unfortunate to see her friend in the current state he was in, especially considering the time. With slight frustration, she took him over to the couch near the fire place and with a rhetorical question as she placed him on the couch.
“Mitch?! What’s wrong? Have you been drinking?” she asked.
She didn’t want nor need to act as a maternal figure to the grown man sitting in front of her, but in his current state it was obvious he needed help. With the smell of phosphorus now wafting, Caden lit up the fireplace so Mitch could absorb some heat. It wasn’t that she was frustrated because he came at 2:30 in the morning drunk; it was that she had class in the morning that bothered her. Still, Mitch was her friend and she was more than happy that he had chosen her to help him out with whatever problems he was having. Caden scrambled about, looking for clothes that her brother Riley had left during his visit to give to Mitch to wear as she listened to what he had to say about why he was so hysterical.
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Post by mitch on Dec 28, 2007 13:33:53 GMT
Pleading she will get out of bed he knocked on the door again frantically and called out again didn't care his ratty appearance. When the door came open he looked at her but did not have time to even say a thing. She dragged him inside which actually he did come inside rather fast. Sure it was not his home but he shut the door immediately when he entered and locked it all up as he could. She did drag him in by the arm which he was not reluctant to follow her, he was still frighten. Which was shown by the small blacks of his eyes which were very small at this point. Alcohol and also what he saw did not help calm him down at all he was shaky and nervous. Being escorted to her couch was unnecessary since he was so shaken he was now sobering. He knew what was going on and such since the ever living was ripped from him.
His blue eyes darted over to her eyes when she asked him in a concerned tone of voice what was the matter. "I thought I saw Jim die. He killed him...I...don't know. He is after me and I don't understand why. I ran but he could be at my place. But he killed him I swear I saw it he killed him then he didn't kill him. I...I...." He was not making any sense and it did not help he did have a slight slur but it was not horrible. He shallowed the spit in his mouth forming to moisture his dry mouth since he had been running. She then asked in a frustrated tone if he had been drinking and he sighed deeply. Now she was never going to believe him on what he saw and nodded gingerly. "Yes I was...I always do...but I swear. You gotta believe me.." He said in a pleading tone of voice and looked at her, was apparent he was quite jumbled. In fact his hands were still shaking but he was trying to hard to contain himself, was hard.
Taking a small breath in and out which seemed to calm him down a little also the heat of the fireplace. He mainly was shaking for he was cold since he had been in the snow, was pushed down, also went down to help his dying brother. Was that real? It seemed so real and it literally did scare him to death. Worst fear in the world would be for him to realize his brother Jim is truly dead. After all the sacrifice that Mitch had done for his little brother that would be the ultimate killer right there. Moving his hand up to his hair he ruffled it up then out of his face. He was still pretty rattled but he was snapping out of his la la land of being petrified. Went to remove his navy blue trench coat jacket off him since it was making him little warm now. He set it near him folded in half then he adjusted his long sleeved shirt sleeves down. Much better, which was obvious he liked the color blue since his shirt was navy blue as well as his dark blue jeans.
He did care to match all the time even to impress no one which he didn't this evening. All he did was play some rounds of poker and gained lots of money which was waded up in his pocket. After winning some money he always celebrated with some drinking and an honest game of pool unless he was playing a female. In that case he would always let the female win no matter how much they sucked at pool. He'd always rearrange the balls so they would get one in and do it sneaky status. He did not tell many people about his powers not even Caden, he didn't like to tell. Was not even sure if she was tainted herself since he didn't bother to ask to ask or anything. "Do you have water, please, I'm dying." He panted out a little for his mouth was moisturizing.
He needed some water to hydrate him from the running and alcohol in his system. "I didn't ever think I could run that fast but I had to. He had a knife and was going to kill me like he killed Jim. God it was horrorible...like a nightmare come true. Oh god Jim....I left him there with that man. I am such a pathetic brother." He went threw his hands up over his face clearly stressed out and kind of making sense now. Too bad it was all an illusion but like Mitch got onto the fact the man was tainted. Mitch sat there with his elbows on his mid thighs and hunched over rubbing his face about to cry again upset. He thinks he had just lost his brother, the one he had been looking for, found then done forever in a blink of an eye.
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Post by cadenashcroft on Dec 29, 2007 8:34:06 GMT
"I thought I saw Jim die. He killed him...I...don't know. He is after me and I don't understand why. I ran but he could be at my place. But he killed him I swear I saw it he killed him then he didn't kill him. I...I...."
Caden looked at him with a face, puzzled and confused from the frantic explanation she had just received from her friend. One look at his face and Caden could see the terror in his eyes. The morbid words seemed too gruesome to be true, but his breathy frenzied details were supported by the strong smell of alcohol. For the most part, she believed that what he saw was not real, but just incase she did not want to sound accusatory or uncaring. She asked him if he had been drinking, to which he replied...
"Yes I was...I always do...but I swear. You gotta believe me.."
How could she not? The way he reacted was the same way she would have if she had found out that her older brother Riley was killed. She too, would be as frantic, crazy and belligerent as he was, but she wanted to make sure there weren’t any other substances involved. Perhaps it could have been a result of a hallucinogen that he might have taken that night, or one that someone else had slipped in his drink. Caden wanted to believe him with all her heart, but she just couldn’t especially when alcohol and/or other substances were involved.
“Okay, okay Mitch, calm down. Take deep breaths.”
His story didn’t seem clear. At one point someone supposedly killed Jim, and in another he didn’t. It just didn’t add up to Caden, and she was as confused as he was frantic. Upon looking around for clothes for him, she could not find any that Riley had left behind. She instead placed a white oversized t-shirt she uses to sleep in and stretchy red pajamas she owned next to him. She used a white wash cloth to wipe away the sweat from his forehead and his neck as he pleaded with her for something to drink.
“Yeah. Here, put these on and I’ll be back with some water for you,” she said, heading out to the kitchen.
As Caden opened her cupboard to take out a glass for water, her mind stayed on her dear friend Mitch. Sincerely, she hoped that it was simply the alcohol that got to him. She was even going to take drugs as an acceptable circumstance, anything but Mitch going insane. The hysteria he was causing reminded her of when she was younger. A time she didn’t want to remember when her older brother Riley abused substances because of the pain that their father had caused him. Shaking her head, the beautiful brunette returned to the living room where she handed him the glass of water to drink from.
"I didn't ever think I could run that fast but I had to. He had a knife and was going to kill me like he killed Jim. God it was horrorible...like a nightmare come true. Oh god Jim....I left him there with that man. I am such a pathetic brother."
She witnessed his anguish, his pain, his suffering. Caden simply wrapped her arms around him and placed him on her chest where he cried. As a mother would to a child, she brushed the hair away from his forehead while making a “sushing” sound as she cradled him. She gently placed her cheek on top of his head, to let him know that she was there when he needed her.
“It’s going to be okay, I promise. Why don’t you sleep here with me tonight and we’ll talk about it in the morning?” she suggested.
It wouldn’t be friendly for Caden to simply throw him out in a desperate time like this, and she was comfortable enough with Mitch to let him sleep on her bed with him. If there was something he urgently needed at the time, it was a friend, and Caden would be there to comfort him. Though she had school tomorrow, she could just send her paper to her teacher through e-mail to let her know that she would not be attending class that day. Missing a day’s lecture of class would simply mean that she would need some one-on-one time with her professor, and she wouldn’t mind it since Mitch seemed to need her at the time. Caden knew about his lifestyle, and she knew that he didn’t have anyone else to comfort and console him in a time of need. She didn’t judge him for it, she simply wanted to be there to help him out when he needed it.
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Post by mitch on Dec 30, 2007 11:40:07 GMT
For the most part he was talking like he was on drugs or just drunk out of his mind and seeing things. But he swore to god he did see something which it was his brother dying in front of him. Or then again as he sobered a little he scratched his head thinking maybe he was loosing it. Though the guy was there he touched him also when he froze time amazingly as he was drunk he still saw him. But he did not see Jim on the ground but either way he just got out of there as fast as he could. For some reason he knew she did not believe him which he looked at her strained. "You don't believe me. Look I'm not drunk. I'm not slurring my words at all." Which was true he has stopped since he was fighting off the drunk to tell her the story. Though he did still smell of alcohol on his breath so he went for his jacket pocket to pull out gum. Shoved the piece in his mouth since the smell was bothering him him too, whiskey and beer.
He chewed the gum slowly to get rid of the taste and smell of alcohol to have spearmint instead, much better he thought. Also she told him to calm down which this was a good way to calm himself down. He sat there thinking to himself also this was helping him get some more moisture back to his mouth. She went around to get him some clothing which automatically he knew this was some invitation. When she set them near him he looked at them with an raise of his eyebrow. He did not want to put them on but his bottom half was a little damp and cold. So he nodded stood up then watched her walk to the kitchen to get him something to drink. He waited till she was not looking and kind of out of sight when he shut his eyes. When he opened them she was frozen stuck reaching for a cup for him. His eyes skimmed over her body which he side smirked then let out a shake to his head and turned around.
"Damn." Was all he said before he sat down then stripped off his shirt quickly. He threw on the baggy white one which really fit him almost snugly, he didn't care really. Next he untied his shoes then pulled them off his feet so he can slide his pants off him. Unbuttoning and unzipping he got those off and threw them to the side then threw on the red sweats. Wasn't too bad, he had room for his stuff, so he was not going to complain at all then he sat down. His head turned again to look at her reaching up to get a glass and he smiled again looked her over. Enough, he turned his head around which time went back to normal for the fire was burning again in the fireplace. He got his clothes and folded them into a pile then set them near him. When she returned with water he smiled slowly then took it from her. Now logically there was no way possible he could of gotten dressed in the time of her going to get him water.
He took a drink from his water slowly then set it down because he had to. He remembered Jim, he let him out there in the cold dead or was he dead. He didn't know he thought he was dead which he went began to feel the need to honestly cry. Which he did tear up but then she grabbed him into a hug then his body was against her chest. He stayed there because he did like the warm comfort she was giving him and loved it. She was such a loving friend, more then he knew, which he was glad she was around to help him. A few sniffles escaped from him as she hushed him down then played with his hair which was the most calming thing in the world. Which he did calm down instantly she did calm him down which he sighed deeply. No way he could fake such feelings like he was showing if it was not real. She said it would be alright, she promised too it would be alright which he hoped so.
If his brother was in town and also dead now, he would just simply want his life to stop. He already thought his brother was either dead, lost or hated Mitch for ever. Mitch wished he can tell his brother it was the only way he could save Jim if he took the wrap instead of Jim. What was more mildly surprising is that she wanted him to spend the night. He only assumed no but she asked him to spend the night which he took himself away from her chest. "You want me to stay the night?" He said slowly then he went looked at the fire. "Guess you would be right, what if the man comes to my home. I need to tell the police about him or something. I remember his name....Kaylib or something like that. Yeah, I'll stay. I'll sleep out here so you don't think I am trying anything funny because I swear I'm not." He shook his head earnestly then looked at her and tried to calm down.
His pupils were large from the fright he had been in for the evening but he did seem pretty calmed down. "Maybe I should just have a cigarette and sleep this alcohol off so I can think better. I know what I saw but...doesn't make sense." He remarked slowly shook his head took his water began to drink it down. He made sure not to shallow his gum neither with the water as he drank. Set it back down onto the nightstand then debated where to have his smoke, really didn't want to go outside at all. So he sighed a little looked over at her which she did not seem pissed off at him anymore which made him glad. Slowly he did move over to her put his head onto her shoulder since he liked the fact she was close to him. Other girls to him did not ever mean a thing, just a one thing or more fling, but no Caden was an actual friend to him. Which he did care about her very much. Enough not to push her friendship boundaries even though he wanted her just as equally as a lover.
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