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Post by thewhitelines on Feb 20, 2008 20:58:52 GMT
TAG: Caleb Beckett-Zamojski
W: Maybe
Dear Payton,
I know you should have been told the tragic news first, and don't blame me. Only because Dylan lived with me, while in Toulon, was I the primary receiver. The sheriff came to my door and asked if Dylan resided there. I told him yes. He told me that he had bad news.
I, Dylan being a college student, thought he had gotten himself into deep trouble. I was prepared to bail him out, however, upon further inspection of the sheriffs expression I realized that something munch worse had transpired.
Dylan died. He was murdered by an anti-Tainted group here in Toulon. I don't know how, and I don't know why. There was nothing he could do. I sympathize with you, and I wish you the best. I miss him already,though it has merely been a day. I felt it necessary to inform you as soon an possible. I know you two were very close, and I only wish I could be there to console you in this time of grief.
Please call me ASAP for funeral arrangements, but take your time, dear.
Love,
Uncle Merill
[/i] Payton read the letter five time over. She had read it five times when she first received it, two days ago, five times before she left the house this morning and five times now. She hadn't been able to cry since that first day. She remembered the tears streaming down her face as she hurled the letter to the floor. Dylan had been staying with their Uncle Merill, as he attended college in their home town of Toulon. He had promised nothing would happen. Promises meant nothing, at least they did now. The worst part was that she couldn't do anything about it, not even if she had the strength, now. She was in so much pain. It was eating away at her insides, soon to cease her very being and cause the inevitable decay of her moth-bitten flesh. Payton hadn't slept since that first night, either. She was sure the only reason she had been able to sleep two days ago was because she tiered herself out, crying, sobbing, hollering. The world was a cruel place. What was she to do. Yes, she could complain and dwell over her dead brother, but what would that achieve. It would be like complaining and sobbing over a rotten apple, as opposed to going to get another. The worst part about it all was the information Payton hand discovered afterward. She had received a letter, just yesterday, from one of Dylan's friends in Toulon. She had asked their uncle for her address. The letter was of the most sympathetic she had received since word got out around Toulon. The exact words, Payton could not remember, and she couldn't refer back to it because she condemned it to the garbage disposal in a fit of anger. The letter explained that Dylan had made int common knowledge with his friends that Payton was tainted, blessed with intangibility. It also said that one of Dylan's and her (her name was Stacie, Payton thought) was against the tainted in every way. He had been hurt by a tainted person, but Payton didn't really care. Of course, Dylan had no idea, nut Stacie did. She hadn't expected the guy to act though. In the letter, Stacie apologized over and over again, but Payton didn't blame her. Payton knew it was her own fault. Ugh. So . . . Payton made a decision. She was going to join Caliga. It was more the rage inside her, than a general dislike for all tainted people. She, in a sense, felt it was wrong, but every time she looked in the mirror she was reminded of her brother's death. Dylan's death. The Dylan that used to hold her hand when he took her to the park. The Dylan that carried her around on his back. The Dylan that served as her entire structural foundation after their parent's death. She was all alone now, except for Selene, but her aunt didn't count. A waiter came up to her and asked for her order. "No thanks. I'm waiting for someone," Payton said, the harsh tone of her voice rebounding off of the windows and walls. She had asked Artemis, her roommate and Caliga member to arrange a meeting with Caleb Beckett-Zamojski, leader of the Caliga. He should be there at a small restaurant in the City Center's Le Cours Julien. She had made her decision and she was sticking to it. Who knows maybe when and if she got hold of Dylan's killer she could rest, and get back to normal, but now she couldn't sleep. [/blockquote] |
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Post by caleb on Feb 21, 2008 2:26:13 GMT
[W] Warning For Language
Sleeping away in his bed since today was just like any normal day to where he more then likely went out the night before late. He tended to political business at nights which he was sure his 'fiancee' was used to it by now. He came home roughly around 3am then woke her up of course since he wanted attention. Though she was only be paid to play the part of his fiancee she didn't mind to tend to his certain needs. This was convenient since he was tired of even trying to snag other women home with him. He hated to repeat himself with the same flirty lines and hate to try to play convincing. He just wanted people to do what he wanted when he wanted, was of his nature now a days. No he was not thick headed it was just he carried lots of money on his hands therefore he felt he had the power to manipulate a lot of people. If he didn't then he wouldn't be peacefully sleeping in his bed with one of his members he randomly picked out to pay to be his fiancee.
True they were very good friends and their powers were the same which intrigued him to choose her. Still was nothing but another business proposition that he had handled. He didn't want to wake up this morning but he was woken up at 10am which meant that he only had maybe 5-6 hours of sleep. But he did answer his phone absentmindedly then put it to his ear after rolling over towards his nightstand. "Artemis, it's early hun." He mumbled since he did check the caller ID before answering. He laid there with his eyes closed listening to what she had to say. "Your not supposed to be talking about the group outside." He stopped then he opened his eyes. "Oh...I see." He remarked then he rolled over to lay on his back then looked at the ceiling as he was being spoken to. "Sure tell her I shall met her tonight and for her to text me where. I'll be there." He looked over to his sleeping fiancee then he nodded slowly.
"Bye Art." He hung up the phone then he laid there grumbling since it was far too early. He rolled over then went hugged onto Amber as she slept then went back to sleep for another long moment. So that he would not be a grumpy asshole when he would met this person later on. Normally he did tell his members not to say a word of the organization but this was one of those special moments. To where the female was so down in the dumps and hating untainted that Art felt she should steer her in the right direction. When he woke up he was alone in his bed and he was sure alone in the whole house. The two were not engaged really so they didn't need to tell one another where they went all the time. Caleb liked to have his personal business and he was sure she liked her own. So they never really pried into one another's day to day schedule. He read his phone then got the time, location of where he was to met this girl and he rolled out of bed.
He didn't realize he slept in so damn late to where it was nearly dinner time. Oh well he was off to shower, dress then he walked around his house smoking a cigarette. He was taking his sweet precious time to get to the meeting since he could. He looked himself over in his full body mirror to make sure his outfit was neatly placed. Picking a piece of lint off his black knee high trench coat he felt he was ready enough and his normal black attire was settled. He put his wallet in his pocket, cigarettes, lighter then grabbed his cars keys before he was away to met this person. He went to the garage of his house and made sure the doors were perfectly locked before entering his black dodge magnum. He pulled out of the garage then closed it when he was all the way out then speed down to the gate, did the same thing. Normal he turned out of his home fast making a loud screeching sound.
Then he speed off to go to where he was supposed to met the young lady. Good thing this place was in Marseille so he was there in no time and parked in the appropriate place. He exited the car, put out his cigarette on the ground, then he put his hands into his trench coat pockets. He looked around slowly then he entered the little restaurant then scanned around for someone. Well, she was easy to spot out since she was the only one in the place sitting alone and waving off the waiter. Guess telling him she was waiting for someone. He smirked, this shouldn't be so bad, he messed with his hair with one hand like he could make his messy curls any neater. Then he walked over to the table with the lone girl with the blonde hair. She was cute, no denying that one, but he wasn't going to flirt with her at all.
Well he hoped he did not flirt since it would be a very complicated thing to do if he did flirt around. He was in love with Annabelle though she refused to have anything to do with him, oh that was crushing. Which is why he has hired Amber to pose as his fiancee so that it would make Annabelle jealous. Sad thing, as he was noticing, was that it was not really going as planned. Frustration, that might be the only reason he would lead down to flirt or charm. Then again he felt he did not need it here since he heard that she was fully interested in joining. But hell he needed to get to know her which he was sure things would smooth out well enough. He did not ask, he took a seat across from the girl, then he smiled towards her friendly. "Ah you must be Payton? I'm sorry I kept you waiting." He said in his normal tone of voice which didn't sound harsh at all, nor scary. He was being friendly for now since first impressions meant a lot and he did not want to scare the poor girl away.
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Post by thewhitelines on Feb 27, 2008 21:21:13 GMT
I know you should have been told the tragic news first, and don't blame me. Only because Dylan lived with me, while in Toulon, was I the primary receiver. The sheriff came to my door and asked if Dylan resided there. I told him yes. He told me that he had bad news . . .
Dylan died. He was murdered by an anti-Tainted group here in Toulon. I don't know how, and I don't know why. There was nothing he could do . . .
Payton sat there, and all she could remember was her parent's death. She was only eight. Dylan had taken her for some ice cream in the Toulon shopping center. She had such a great time. It was the perfect day. Then they walked home, laughing about what they had seen and heard. "DDo you two live here?" the firefighter asked when they arrived. He pointed to a charred house. That's where they used to live. Dylan stepped forward and answered yes. Payton could remember clinging to Dylan's sweater as he walked away.
That was the thing about Dylan. He was her post, her crutch, her foundation. With Dylan gone, Payton was sure to fall in an epic crash to her death. Intagability wasn't going to help her then. This was an emotional fall and her abilities wouldn't help with that. Now she was free falling, she knew that soon, someone, somewhere, would here the faint splat of her body against pavement.
Just then a handsome man walked into the cafe. He was nicely built with messy blonde and brown hair. He walked over to the table, siad hello, asked if she was Payton, and apologized for being late. "No worries," Payton said, "I only got here a few minutes ago." She tared him up and down. He was dressed pretty nicely, and she could tell he was trying to be a plesant as possible. "Yes, I'm Payton. You must be Caleb," Payton siad.
"Can we keep this short and simple. I don't want to string this out into an hour long ordeal. What do I have to do?" Payton asked, regreting the hostility with which she spoke, as each word left her mouth. Just then a waiter came over and asked for her order. "I'm fine," Payton said, "Caleb?"
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Post by caleb on Mar 2, 2008 13:04:56 GMT
Making his way slowly over to the table he spotted a lone girl which he could just assume it to be who he thought. Walking over he went took his seat right across from her then he pursed his lips into a small smirk. Being friendly of course for he had no reason to be hostile with her. She was the one who wanted to see him so he was going to be nice at this meeting. Unlike some of the other visits he had with people whom he left permanently scared for the rest of their lives. No need to scare no one tonight in fact he did not even go into her head at all to find out what makes her tick. No need to get into her head to find out her fear unless he had a threatening reason to do so. Which she did not even seem like much of a threat to him at all so he was not on guard. In fact he was in a perfectly normal situation to where this looked like a dinner date. Not some form of a meeting that was arranged by any means other then it to be a date or like a date.
He liked to play incognito since he was not the kind of person to get all flashy and draw attention to himself. Quickly he did apologize for being a little late but he did not care if he was late or not. She would of waited if she was desiring to met him truly as he told from his friend and fellow member. Well he wasn't too late as she informed him which all he did was let off a smile then scoot his chair into the table some more. His eyes ran on her face which he was analyzing and studying her facial features. Very pretty young lady with perfect skin, blonde hair and sweet looking lips. His eyes did not travel to other features for that would of been rude of him. After all he still was setting on making a good appearance on the first try. She said she was Payton and he must been Caleb which he only gave her a nod to show she was right. He saw the waiter approach which he knew what he was going to order them which his train of thought was cut off.
She asked him if they would or could keep this short so this was not a long meeting. Wow, snappy, he kind of liked that but he didn't liked to be spoken to in such a matter. He did not say nothing other then the smile left his face to a straight one. The waiter came to them which she waved off the waiter from an order and Caleb straighten up. "I shall have a glass or merlot and the lady shall have a glass as well so make it two glasses of your finest merlot wine." The waiter nodded then went off to get their drinks. Sure she did not order anything but he was going to have her have a drink in front of her. "I shall forgive the fact you do not know me well but here is a thing you shall learn quickly right now. I shall not be rushed and this shall not be rushed. We do not have to sit here for an hour have a large dinner or anything. But we are going to make this look like some friendly engagement of a blind date. Peachy?" He remarked off kind of giving her the order here then he straighten up his collar of his trench coat.
"Now. First things first you shall tell me what you know already and why you think I would find you useful to my organization. Spare me the weepy details for I do not want to hear some sob story." His eyes flickered over as the waiter was coming so he remained silent the whole time. The two glasses were set in front of them two then they were asked if they were ready to order. "We won't be dining here for long. When we are out of wine that is when you may bring the dessert menus, thank you." He was being polite enough as the waiter excused himself. That is when Caleb looked at Payton then he smirked off since that is how you handled people. "Now go on tell me." He remarked slowly then he took the wine glass into his hand and took it to his lips. Drank only a small sip just to taste the wine before taking a small shallow into his mouth. Now he was waiting for the answer as he set down the wine glass and kept his eyes on her listening intently.
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Post by thewhitelines on Mar 23, 2008 3:08:35 GMT
[W] Language
Payton sat, playing with her fingers, forcing one through a whole made by two others as Caleb droned on. She rolled her eyes and proceeded to occupy the moments during which he spoke. A waiter came over and Caleb ordered for the both of them. "I would like to apologize," Payton said, realizing something, "I know that you run a secret organization and you want this to go as smoothly as possible. I'm sorry." It was true, Caliga wasn't just advertised on posters around town. It was a well kept secret, and a well kept secret, needed constant effort and meticulous caution if it was to stay a secret.
Caleb had a sharp tongue and a surprising maturity about him, considering his childish features. His round cherubic face was very misleading. He was no angel. It was a wonder that he was getting married to Amber. She was so sweet and relaxed. Caleb was the complete opposite. In fact, he came off as a complete ass hole, sometimes. Payton hadn't actually met Caleb before this, but she had heard of him. Who hadn't? "I'm really flustered, that's all. I'm irritable and shaken, on account of some horrible news. That's what prompted this meeting," Payton said, trying to excuse her previous outburst.
"Well, my brother, Dylan, was killed a few days ago. He was all I had. Our parents died when I was eight in a fire, and he's always been there. Now all I've got to confide in is a ferret, who can't tell left from right or up from down. Anyway, I received a letter from my Uncle Merill, whom Dylan was staying with, detailing his meeting with the police and so on.
" Now, just yesterday, some girl, Stacie, i believe, sent me a letter. She was friends with Dylan. She said that one of their friends hated the tainted . . . and that's why . . . he . . . he killed my brother. He killed Dylan because I am tainted. She wrote that he had been attacked by a tainted being some time ago, and ever since then he has hated all tainted people. Stacie said that he joked about doing something, but she didn't think he would actually do anything. I just want my brother back," Payton said wiping the tears from her eyes, "but I know that's not an option. So, instead, I want to kill the guy who killed my brother, and what better way to do that than through Caliga?"
The waiter came over and set two glasses of merlot on the table, leaving before Payton resumed speaking. "So, can you help me?"
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