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Post by gabriel on Jun 28, 2012 9:24:29 GMT -5
[/style][style=background: #202020; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: CENTER; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 390px; padding: 5px; margin-bottom: -2px; text-transform: uppercase;margin-top: -535px;]Pain, I can't get enough [/style][style=background-color: #262626; width: 390px; height: 275px; padding: 5px;] He didn't know what to do anymore. Most nights, he just went home and stared blankly at a file. He knew who killed his sister, but he couldn't prove it, which irked him to no end. Another thing that irked him was the fact that he hadn't been able to work the case because the victim was his sister. He couldn't choose the victim anymore than he could the case. He felt like her murder was his fault. The night he had found her dead on the floor of his apartment, he had gone on a quick date with Shasta.
It wasn't anything unusual, and they had agreed to keep it from Caleb for as long as they could. When he got that transfer offer, he left without even thinking about who he would hurt. He was going to hunt the bastard down and avenge his sister's murder, no matter what it took. Hell, he had sworn to it in their native tongue, just before he left her funeral. He hadn't lingered, and he damned sure didn't stick around to see the look of concern on the faces of his friends, more so Shasta and Caleb. Sighing quietly, he reclined in his chair and brought a bottle of Jack Daniels to his lips, taking a slow drink. Since his transfer, he hadn't even attempted to make contact with Caleb, despite the fact they still worked together.
He went to work and went directly home after his shift. Most days, he went into work with a wicked hangover. He pretended everything was fine when it was far from it. He always felt seconds away from being another statistic, and he was sick of it. He just wanted things to go back to the way they were, and he knew it'd never happen. He didn't have family to turn to, and he damned sure didn't count his abusive, alcoholic father as family. He hadn't seen the man twenty-two years, let alone have an actual conversation with him.
The day he had discovered his sister's body, he went into his apartment, feeling overjoyed from the time he had spent with Shasta. With her, he felt like he didn't need to worry about the fact he couldn't find V. His mood was quickly ruined when instead of being greeted by his sister's embrace, he was greeted by the smell of death and blood. A lot of blood. Filled with fear and uncertainty, he called out her name, hoping it to just be a figment of his imagination, but the feeling in the pit of his stomach knew better. Something was terribly wrong. Not even a moment after entering his apartment, he found her body and the blood that had pooled beneath her.
A cry of agony that was more animal than human tore past his lips, and he dropped to his knees beside her, sobbing into his hands. He had failed the one person he was supposed to protect, no matter what. Mumbling apologies here and there, he drew her eyelids closed with quivering fingers and called the one person he could trust: Caleb. He said three words: Jazzy's been murdered. It hadn't taken the man long to rally the troops or to drag Gabe away from the scene of the crime but in Gabe's befuddled mind, it had taken a lifetime and then some. Not long after the incident, he transferred to Boston. He hasn't been the same since and if anything, he's getting worse.
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Post by caleb dean hayes on Jul 1, 2012 22:08:18 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] cos baby you're a firework It was time. Caleb ran his hand over his face before leaning back on the park bench. Last night had meant nothing to him, and yet this damn girl was still calling him. She had been a void, a brunette that didn’t mind him using her body in a possessive way. Horrible, but it was the only coping he could deal with. His life had been shattered because of a stupid mistake, and he had no idea how he was supposed to bounce back. Sure, Caleb acted as though he was all fine and dandy on the outside, laughing with his buddies and grabbing a couple beers after work, but he was dying inside. More often than not, he would just lie in bed and stare at the ceiling. The girls he brought home were disposable and just there for an hour. She had never been disposable in his mind. No, she had been the attraction that he needed to be on. She understood him, and Caleb sighed, putting his elbows on his knees and resting his face in his hands.
Shasta was here in Boston, that much he knew. She was wandering the streets one afternoon and he had seen her. His heart had stopped beating, literally, and he watched her. Her hair was longer, her skin not as tan, but she was happy. Caleb had almost gone over, to hug her, kiss her and miss her, but someone else had. The damn guy hadn’t turned around, but all Caleb had seen was his back. His brown stupid hair and his stupid jeans and his stupid shirt were what Shasta wanted, and Caleb had snuck off back to his apartment. He almost called Gabe to rant, but refused, instead dealing with his emotions by himself. Gabe, after all, had enough to deal with Jasmine and his own way of dealing. He had been there through the funeral, the burial and the packing away of Jazz’s things. Even he had shed a few tears for the sister he had never had, but Gabe just drank. Caleb wasn’t stupid; he knew that Gabe came to work hung over all the time and there was nothing he could do about it. Unlike Sapphire Bay, Caleb wasn’t chief; he was a normal guy hoping to stay alive.
It wasn’t healthy that Gabe wasn’t talking to anyone, but Caleb knew that one day he would talk. It was impossible for someone to deal with that much grief and not talk about it. Standing up, he knew what he had to do. It was time to bother Gabe…in a complete friendly manner, anyways. Grabbing his phone off the bench, Caleb hailed a taxi and quickly sped to Gabe’s apartment. Without bothering to buzz in (the girl next door always let him in after he winked) he sped up the stairs.
The door was in front of him and he sighed before thrusting his fist at the door. ”HEY GABE, OPEN THE DAMN DOOR. I’M HUNGRY” hopefully the poor man wasn’t asleep. And Caleb was hungry; the last thing he had eaten was a donut at the station. Insert police officer/donut reference here. Yawning, he turned for a moment before glancing at the door again. It wasn’t moving. What. The. Hell. ”I’M SO HUNGRY. PLEASE FEED ME. NOWWWWWWWWWWWWW.” Caleb whined, only to be greeted by the neighbor next door yelling at him to stop yelling.
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Post by gabriel on Jul 1, 2012 22:47:31 GMT -5
[/style][style=background: #202020; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: CENTER; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 390px; padding: 5px; margin-bottom: -2px; text-transform: uppercase;margin-top: -535px;]Pain, I can't get enough [/style][style=background-color: #262626; width: 390px; height: 275px; padding: 5px;] He groaned and cursed under his breath, rising from his seat in the chair. He slapped the file on the table beside the chair and drifted toward the door, yanking it open. "What makes you think I have food, eh?" The bottle of Jack Daniels was clutched in the hand that he held behind the door, trying to make a conscious effort to hide it. After a few seconds, he stepped out of the doorway and wandered toward the small kitchenette, bringing the bottle to his lips. "Make yourself at home, you always do." He ran his fingers through his hair and set the bottle on the counter rather forcefully.
If not for the little self-control he had remaining, the bottle probably would have broken, shattered upon impact. He was dating Shasta, Caleb's ex. It didn't feel right to hide it from Caleb and on more than one occasion, he had nearly spilled the beans. Moments of insanity came and went with each day that passed and to make matters worse, there were, at least, two of his coworkers from Sapphire Bay in Boston. He pushed the thoughts from his head and rubbed the back of his neck, pulling out leftovers from the previous night. It was noodles and vegetables in some vinaigrette. Caleb would have probably gotten Gabe kicked out of the apartment with all the yelling and if he wanted food, he wouldn't be all fucking picky about it.
The apartment was devoid of memories, and boxes were scattered here and there, attesting to the fact that either Gabe was too lazy to unpack, or he wasn't in the mood to bother. The file he had set down by his chair was all of the data he had compiled on V, and he was in the process of trying to make heads or tails of it all. Glancing toward the clock on the oven, he poured some of the leftovers into a bowl and cleaned up the mess. From there, he put the leftovers back into the fridge and grabbed a beer from the door, shoving the fridge door closed. No, he was not in a good mood, and it was only getting worse. "So, besides your hunger, what's the real reason you dropped by?" He queried after a long moment of silence, bringing the bowl, which now had a fork sticking out of it, and the beer to his friend.
He cocked his head and returned to the kitchenette to grab his bottle of Jack Daniels. "I don't need a babysitter and if you bring up Jasmine, I swear to God, I will knock you the fuck out. I had enough pity calls back home, and I'm not about to have them here. Boston is my fresh start." He said quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took another swig of Jack Daniels. He moved toward the couch and cleared off the boxes, sighing heavily. Social call hadn't been on his agenda that night, which meant he wasn't prepared to just hide his mental state like he normally did.
Caleb was the only one that knew Gabriel better than the man knew himself and at times, he wasn't sure if he should be grateful or just annoyed. "I'm surprised the mayor let their chief go. Me, I can understand...but you?" He shook his head and sank down onto the couch, leaning back against the cushion. Damned if he could make sense of any of it. "So, how's life going for you in Boston?" He queried innocently, cocking his head as he looked at his best friend.
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Post by caleb dean hayes on Jul 6, 2012 12:49:38 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]cos baby you're a firework
Caleb grinned at the door, his eyes lighting up as though he didn’t care about his friend’s disheveled appearance. Considering this was the first time he had seen Gabe in a couple of weeks, just the fact that Gabe was talking was good enough for him. Bouncing into the apartment like a golden retriever lab, he made his way into the kitchen to search for something edible. He was sure that nothing really was which simply meant that a pizza guy would be stopping by later in the evening. He would pay for the pizza if it meant that Gabe and he could hang out for an hour or so.
”I hope you don’t mind me stopping in randomly. I mean, I could’ve called but I haven’t done any of my surprise visits lately,” he teased, opening the fridge and groaning inwardly. There was some veggie shit in the fridge, and Caleb didn’t even want to know what it was. He was a pizza or Chinese kind of person, and this healthy shit just had to go. ”Dude, what’s with the healthy shit? You’re turning into a chick or something.” he teased, before grabbing a beer and closing the door behind him. His eyes scanned the apartment, and he frowned a little bit. There was nothing really going on, except for the dozens of boxes throughout the house.
It sucked, seeing what Gabe was becoming. Maybe Gabe was only avoiding him for a reason and it sucked. He hated not having his best friend around and being stuck with a ton of people he didn’t know. These boxes were a mix of Gabe’s and Jazzy things (he assumed) and he desperately wanted to help his friend. But Gabe was stubborn, and yes, he had been getting a little better, but something was off. He wasn’t talking to Caleb and he wanted his best friend back. He hated this secretive and depressing shit that was going on, but he didn’t want to talk about it. When Gabe wanted to talk, he would be here.
”Apparently I can’t come and see a friend with hostile behavior. The fact that you’ve been avoiding me since I got here only shows that something’s going on. Since when have you kept shit from me?” he couldn’t keep himself from sounding hurt, and Caleb just took a sip of his beer. It was true. He wasn’t here to babysit, he was here to have a beer with his buddy and pretend that everything was alright like it used to be. But it wasn’t, and now he was stuck without a friend in a city he couldn’t stand because the love of his life was here and he couldn’t even complain about it with his friend.
”It’s whatever. Bottom of the pool again, but the chief wanted me to go and ‘teach those yankee’s a lesson’ or something like that. Whatever. It’s not like it isn’t different then chasing crazy people around California. Now I just get lost more often than there.” he sighed. ”But whatever. Dating some blond girl for the time being, she’s super cute. You should meet her. You seeing someone?” yes, he was nosy, but whatever. He couldn’t help it.
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Post by gabriel on Jul 13, 2012 6:04:53 GMT -5
[/style][style=background: #202020; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: CENTER; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 390px; padding: 5px; margin-bottom: -2px; text-transform: uppercase;margin-top: -535px;]Pain, I can't get enough [/style][style=background-color: #262626; width: 390px; height: 275px; padding: 5px;] He yawned and pretended to listen, not really sure why he would care, although it was just the booze and build up of grief that told him he wouldn't. Of course, he would care. The day he stopped caring would be the day hell froze over. Translation: it wasn't happening. Out of the two of them, Gabe was, by far, the weakest link. He clung to his emotions and took everything personally, although he was able to joke about it. About the only thing he had really inherited from his father was the man's temper and his long memory for grievances.
He was fixated on finding the bastard that had killed his sister, so much in fact that he was ignoring the people that were alive that still cared about him. He knew he should start paying attention before it was too late but even then, there was always that small part of him that told him nothing else mattered, not as long as he caught V. What would his sister think? Knowing her, probably nothing good. Even she had been stronger than him, and he knew it. Why were all the good ones being ripped out of his life? What had he done to piss off V so much that the criminal wanted him to suffer eternally?
Wouldn't it have been easier to just put a bullet in his brain and be done with it, instead of going through all of this trouble? It wasn't like he hadn't had the chance to do it. Hell, he had several chances. Perhaps, if he had died after taking that bullet for Caleb, Jasmine would still be alive today but then again, maybe not. Her choice in men hadn't been the best and though Gabe had come dangerously close to being toes up in a morgue, somebody had to watch out for Caleb, considering his issues with impulse control and that raging temper of his. For the most part, that task usually fell on Gabriel's shoulders, not that he ever seemed to mind. If anything, he almost appreciated the constant distraction from his troubling thoughts.
He contemplated Caleb's words, taking another swallow of his alcohol. "Some things are better left hidden, Caleb, trust me. As for what I'm hiding from you, there's a couple of things, actually." He paused, gesturing toward the file that sat atop the table by the couch. "I was doing some digging, more specifically on V. There was somebody by the name of Victor Grey that showed up in Sapphire Bay. Nobody knew a thing about him then out of the blue, he sets up this cafe and if the grapevine has it right, he payed his employees out of his own wallet, rather than with the profit gained by the business." He paused, shifting in his chair.
There was a distant look in his eyes. "His mother was murdered when he was ten, leaving him with, quite literally, millions. At sixteen, he starts racking up frequent flier miles like a prostitute racks up STDs. He frequented Russia more times than either of us can count. He was in Miami around the time my mother was murdered then he was hanging around in downtown about the time my sister started shacking up with the guy that tried to pop you in my apartment." He hesitated, taking in a breath as he averted his gaze and looked away, bringing the bottle to his lips again.
It was easy to tell that he didn't want to share the information he had scrounged up but whatever. "I've had a few people tell me that he was hanging around my apartment complex and talking to people suspected to be hired hands, just before Jazzy was popped. Now, he's in Boston, and his shop was just abandoned. You tell me if that's coincidence, Caleb." He took in a deep breath and released it slowly, taking another swallow of his drink. "Yeah, I'm dating. Nice girl, brunette..I helped her through some problems a while back." He said quietly, giving as much as he could give without giving a name.
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