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Post by haydenb on Jul 17, 2011 14:47:15 GMT -6
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[/div] All in all You're no good.
You don't cry Like you should. Let it go
If you could. When love dies in the end, Liam woke up with his alarm clock that morning. Sheet over his waist as he yawned stretching out his muscles before slowly getting up out of his bed. His sleeping shorts, his eyes darting about the room before he found his jeans, and he slid out of his shorts and pulled on his blue jeans buttoning them before dusting through his hair and walking downstairs frying his son two eggs and pouring him a glass of milk setting him a place at the table before chugging straight from the carton of orange juice for his breakfast. He walked upstairs opening the door walking slowly over to the lump under the covers and shaking it softly being answered with a groan.
Wake up kiddo, get dress. Breakfast is downstairs.. He spoke softly to his son before walking into his own room sliding a shirt over his upper body grabbing his swimming trunks and shoving them into a gym bag, along with a spare shirt and a towel. By that time he could hear his son digging in his own dresser to find something.
He opened up his sock drawer, being met with his spare gun and two full cartridges. He gently covered it with some socks once more, and then grabbed a pair sitting down on the side of his bed after closing the drawr and putting them on. Walking out with the gym bag in tow he knocked on the door again. Come on kiddo, need to move faster. He spoke once more before walking downstairs, and tossing the gym bag up on the counter before opening the fridge once more and chugging more Orange Juice straight from the jug continuing to do so as he walked to his shoes by the door sliding them on his feet with one hand trying to still manage to drink his breakfast it didn't work so he had to set it down on the ground while he tied and fixed his shoes, only to pick it back up once more drink more of it then put the almost empty jug back in the fridge.
By that time a very tired Darien was walking down the stairs looking at his father with sleepy blue eyes. He chuckled a tiny bit at him before jestering to his breakfast.Eat up sweetheart, then go brush your teeth so I can drop you off at school.. He spoke and all he got in return was a grunt and Dar sat down and started lazily shovving eggs in his mouth. Liam darted into the bathroom brushing his own teeth, walking out he grabbed a huge bottle putting water into it then some ice putting putting the top on it and tossing it to his bag on the couch, a pretty long throw but he made it. By that time Dar had finished gotten up from the table and trudged his way upstairs to his bathroom brushing his teeth and grabbing his stuff coming back down giving Liam just enough time to clean up the dishes.
He loaded Darien up in the car, and then drove to the Kindergarden walking his son into his classroom, kissing him on the head and hugging him goodbye before he walked back to the car and he got to the center and grabbed his gym bag changing into his swimming trunks and put his shirt, shoes, socks, and jeans into the bag grabbing the bottle of water and walking back into the swimming area by the racing pool and setting his bottle down by the edge. He set his waterproof stop watch, dove and and he started to work on his laps. 608 [sorry i suck at starters], outfit, tagged for anna [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by kyda on Jul 17, 2011 23:04:32 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #320706 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] It's another day older in these exiled years The Lyrics: "these exiled years" by the flogging molly The Outfit: here Tagged: Mia/Liam The Notes: hope you dont mind the small GM, I didn't want her to interrupt him in the middle of a lap
--- SOMETIMES when you are an adult, your parents, or parent, as it were, stay a strong force in your life, and most of the time, sorry to say, the relationship does not get any better. I swear, if there was anyone to make Kyda McKenzie to feel like a failure, it was her mother. "أمأنني لن أترك عملي" "Mother, I am not going to quit my job" Kyda, or Mac as most people called her, just like her Dad, spoke forcefully in Arabic ((ooc:used free translation, i know its bad, apologies)). Mac was half Scottish and half Lebanese and since her mother was the one from Lebanon and she was the parent Mac fought with the hardest, when Mac was angry her accent became less Scottish and more Arabic. Otherwise she usually sounded Scottish since that was her primary home during her language development years. Her mother had called her just shortly after Mac had left her apartment that morning adorning her duffel bag, prepared to go for a morning swim at the county pool. Get some laps in before work. She was lucky her apartment building was actually very close to the Waves Aquatic Center. She could simply walk there. Her mother, Aiza, was talking about getting together for a family reunion and somehow it turned into yet another lecture on how Mac was doing a "man's" job. Mac didn't think her mother was necessarily sexist, she was just a little too focused on gender roles.
--- THINK about it, Mac was raised in a family of seven. Five of which were boys. And after her mother and father had gotten a divorce and the kids stayed with Dad in Scotland during the school year and in Lebanon in the summer time with their mother. Mac would be alone almost nine months of the year with five boys, and her mother thought she would come out of that a proper little lady? Gross. Mac loved her job with all her heart, and sometimes it would drain the heart right out of you. Mac was a Special Victims Unit Detective for the Valkyrie Police. She had only recently made detective. Like last year recent. She had worked her ass off to make it from Officer to detective and she was not going to turn back now that her mother made a fit. Mac rolled her eyes a bit as she locked up the door of her apartment as the woman's voice coming from her phone grew louder and louder. The same old dribble, she was going to get herself hurt, she was going to get someone else hurt, or worse killed. Mac froze a little at her mother's last words. Mac knew as well as she did that her mother blamed her for her younger brother's death. It made sense to Mac too but hearing a reference always hurt. She shook her head as if her mother could see her. "I'm going to hang up know Ma. I don't have time to pretend to consider your opinion right now." She finished conclusively before pulling the cell from her ear and shutting it off. She placed it in the side pocket of her duffel bag.
--- TURNING down the street Mac made her way towards the Waves Aquatic Center, attempting to void her mind of her younger brother Scott. She was trying to focus on how she and her partner Detective Leo Perry had found a man they were after for a couple weeks. But no, her mind was not on success. Her mind was on her brother. You see, her father died when was a teen and she and her younger brother Scott got sent to live in Lebanon full time. Most of her older brothers were already out and living on their own. But her mother ran a bar for Mac's grandfather, Aiza's father. One day she was out, Mac, Scott and their older brother Alan Adair were watching the place and some guy got very handsy with Mac. She let her temped take ahold and was very forceful on getting him away and a whole bar fight erupted. During which, Scott was stabbed and killed. Mom blamed her. Mac blamed herself. The only one who really seemed to defend her was Alan Adair. It was interesting though. Mac very rarely had to deal with handsy men. She was always one of the boys. Rarely seen, especially in those days, without dirt smudges on her cheeks and a rip in her jeans. But that day, a random man decided he fancied the little boyish girl. Whatever. Not the right time to think about that. It was a beautiful day. It was in the seventies, sunny, warm sun that caressed the skin.
--- MAC turned to her left and opened the doors to the Aquatic center and breathed in that chlorine filled air. Not a scent she loved usually but right now it was welcome. She gave the man at the front desk a smile and nodded to him as he waved. He knew her already, she was here a lot. She loved exercise of all kinds but swimming had to be her favorite. She had never got to swim much growing up. Too cold in Scotland and just not a lot of water in Lebanon, although her and her brothers would sneak off to the river and swim there as often as possible. She made her way into the locker rooms and pulled off her plaid shirt and her shorts and tossed them in, not bothering to hang them up or fold them properly. As soon as all she had was her towel and suit, she pulled her hair up into a messy but secure bun and made her way for the pool. She placed the towel at the side, there was only one other person there at the lap pool at this early in the morning, which wasn't surprising. He went pretty fast, it was impressive, especially for most people around here. And even more so with the large swim trunks, most swimmers wore more form fit for less resistance. And most girls wore one pieces or bikini's for swimming so who was she to talk. When he paused to take his time she noticed he looked very familiar. She smiled as she neared the pool, "Not bad, rather impressive really, guess you're not letting the trunks get you down." She said in a friendly tone as she dove into the water but instead of starting right into the laps she looked at the man again, "You on the force?" Her Scottish accent ringing through strong.
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Post by haydenb on Jul 18, 2011 11:47:08 GMT -6
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[/div] All in all You're no good.
You don't cry Like you should. Let it go
If you could. When love dies in the end, Up and down the length of the pool he went before he paused at the end where his bottle was. Pulling his arm up quickly to stop his stopwatch he sighed. It wasn‘t his best time, so he took a drink of water and he started the stop watch again as he started swimming the length of it once more, this time he was going to do a few more then just one lap, then work out his time from there. He didn‘t know why working out was so important to him [besides the usual staying in shape reasons] but he always pushed himself, further and further with each work out. He didn’t need a physical trainer, hell he could probably someone else’s trainer.
He never heard the door close from being in the middle of the lap, but when he paused at the other end of the pool and clicked his timer he was much more pleased with this time, gathering it just took him some warming up to do better. When he heard someone speak his head quickly turned, his hand on the side of the pool holding himself up. It took a few minuets for him to process her words, and once he did he smiled a tiny bit, and swam his way over to the edge where she was at and he put his tattooed arms on the side holding himself up. Thanks. He spoke casting his blues up at her, before listening to the rest of her sentence and he nodded twice. Have been for about five years. [/color] He spoke, dropping the fact they made him take about a eight month long break when his wife was shot. That drive him nearly to the point of insanity. He wanted to go after the killer, he wanted to kill him and rip him to shreds. It really hasn't changed much, he still wanted to kill the man, but he wasn't obsessed with it anymore. He could at lest think with a pretty normal level headed mind if he wasn't in one of his moods. He looked at his water bottle for a moment before pushing himself up out of the water with his arms and getting out walking to grab his water bottle and draining some of it before sitting it down, stretching his arms out over his chest making sure he wouldn’t get stiff.. And that he forgot to stretch before hand. While he was doing this, he turned and looked at her trying to figure out if he knew her. It wouldn’t click in his brain right away, but then again he kept his work life and his private life separated most of the time. I know you don’t I?… Well I’ve at lest seen you around.[/color] He spoke, now knowing that he has either possibly had a one night stand with her…. Or she was on the force too. Hopefully it was the second one. It wasn’t that Liam was a straight up dick and slept with girls and never called them… Well it was, but he didn’t do it to hurt them, he didn’t want to hurt them. He rarely got time to himself, and when he did he went to the bar and got wasted, most of the time he brought a girl home and slept with her. Like any guy Liam liked sex , but he wasn’t ready for another relationship.. Not now, if ever. He wasn’t going to go through the pain of loosing another loved one. But, he had to ask the girl to leave in the morning [maybe after another round or two of playing around in his bed] and he left to go pick up his son, and then nothing ever happened because he never let his son around these girls. But when he looked over her again, he couldn’t really picture her being a floozy, and he started to remember her around work.. Kind of. He was a little fuzzy… He was usually off in his own little world when he was in work. He had a different state of mind there, it was the only way he could keep his calm at home if he treated the two completely different. I’m Liam… Liam Venten..[/color] He spoke moving to her holding out his hand to her as he introduced himself. I’m sorry, I’m just not really good with placing my coworkers faces outside of work..[/color] He spoke before scratching behind his neck, then running his fingers through his hair to get it unstuck from the top of his head. He hated that feeling, felt like he was wearing a balloon on the top of his head or something. [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by kyda on Jul 24, 2011 23:46:14 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #320706 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]It's another day older in these exiled years The Lyrics: "these exiled years" by the flogging molly The Outfit: here Tagged: Mia/Liam The Notes: sorry late --- KYDA Annis McKenzie only had one tattoo, unlike the heavily tattooed man in front of her. She didn't mind he had so many. She was never one to assume anything about a person with a tattoo. She only had one because she only had one thing she thought was important enough. It was located on her back, slightly above the mid point and on the left side, just behind where her heart would be beating. It was a small Newt with the name 'Scott' on it's back that you had to be looking for as it blended well with the Lebanese patterns on it's back, it was also written in Arabic like this 'سكوت' so for English speakers it was hard to spot. The newt was sitting directly on top of a Scottish police badge ( CLICK), curled up slightly in the center of it, blocking much of the pineapple but the crown placed just above the head of the newt. On the badge, where the scroll is, instead of the words 'semper vigilo' which means 'Always Vigilant,' was the calligraphy writing of the name 'Ewan' in English letters, as he was full scottish. The badge itself was sort of layered on top of the shadowed shape of the tree from Lebanon flag and at the base of the trunk, arabic writing for the name 'Kassim' or in Arabic "قاسم". While the tattoo was surprising not that large, it was so multi-layered and detailed, the process of getting it took forever and was very expensive. It was all just in black ink, it came out beautifully, the artist had mastered the shading perfectly to give the real layered effect of the badge on the tree symbol and the newt on the badge. It was both simply and complex. --- SCOTT was her younger brother, his favorite animal was the newt. In fact, he had like five of them as pets. Sort of. He had a way with them. He would find them in the woods back when they lived in Scotland and he would make sure not to trap them. He wanted them free and happy but he would feed them sometimes and they actually seemed to like him. Kyda remembered one time, she and him were running around and he wanted to show her his favorite newt. She hadn't believed him that the same newt he had seen the other day would show up for him again. But she was wrong. The same blue/green newt that he had described, with the black spot at the base of its tail and missing one toe practically ran at him when Scott approached. He loved them. He had died when she was seventeen. He died defending her. Like her, he was half Scottish and half Lebanese. She wanted both sides of him represented and since he cared for the newts in Scotland, his Scottish name was written in Arabic, the language in Lebanon. --- EWAN was her father's first name. He was a policeman. He loved his job, and he was the reason Mac had gone into law enforcement. He had died on the job, two years before Scott making her 15. Her dad went out on a call from an anonymous tip about a serial rapist who had been kidnapping women. He went to check it out and found the last girl who had been taken, he was in the process of getting her out of there when the perp came back. He shot at the girl but her dad jumped in front of the bullet. She was alright, but by the time the back up arrived, Ewan had not made it. Mac had been very close to her father and she placed his names where the words "always vigilant" were because that was just what he was. Always vigilant, always there for her. Always there for anyone who needed him. Always brave. --- KASSIM was the name of her grandfather on her mother's side. He had owned the bar her mother took over. He was old fashioned with everyone else but always defended Mac against her mother who would try to enforce classic gender roles on her. Kassim believed those ideals once upon a time but in his old age, he had only wanted his only granddaughter to be happy. She was with him. He was always very proud of being Lebanese, and with good reason. He loved that feeling of pride, and he had a tattoo of the Lebanon flag on his back, right behind where his heart would be, which is why she placed this tattoo there. He said he did it so pride would always be right there, the deepest layer of his heart, it's core. He died when she was sixteen. The order went like this. Fifteen her father died. Sixteen, her grandfather. Seventeen, her brother. She had decided to layer them by generation, not by time of death, but it was a hard three years. She took the location of the tattoo straight from her grandfather, same reason. She may not be in constant mourning, but those three very important men in her life would always be there, right at the core of her heart. Layer one, as he called it. --- KYDA glanced at the man's tattoos and wondered if he had similar stories to each one. She smiled and nodded as he said he had been on the force for the past few years and asked her if he knew her. She nodded again and reached her hand out of the water over to him, putting forward to shake, "Detective Kyda McKenzie, SVU. friends call me Mac" She introduced herself with a friendly, yet moderately neutral smile. "Nice to meet you Liam Venten" She added after he introduced himself, she moved her legs slowly to tread the water in which they waded. "I’m sorry, I’m just not really good with placing my coworkers faces outside of work.." "Pffsht..." Kyda rolled her eyes and sort turned her hand down as if lightly slapping the air or waving him off, "doesn't even matter. Took me near a year to remember Leo's name." Kyda turned slightly before stopping and looking back, "Detective Perry, my partner... see? I still can't remember how to address him properly." |
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