Late At Night (Aleph & Saku Winchester)
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				Title: <strong>Late At Night (Aleph &amp; Saku Winchester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aleph</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 05:11:21</strong>
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				It wasn't the lack of sleep that bothered James Caulfield. Not the reasons for it or the restlessness, not the daylight hours feeling like a fatigued zombie, it was the last hour before dawn where his body realised it was doing the wrong thing and everything felt like he was covered in ashes. The dry, bitter taste in his mouth, the constant feel that he was covered in it, the constant desire to get grit out of his eyes. The experience, unfortunately, was one that he'd become all too familiar with in the last few months.<br><br>In the space of forty-eight hours, over a couple of days early last autumn, he'd come home to discover his fiancée in bed with his friend and co-worker. Stunned, he'd gone back to work to find that he'd been fired. Largely on the advice of the co-worker who was still with his fiancée.<br><br>Fast forward the better part of three months and James was still stuck. He couldn't understand what he'd done to deserve the hand fate had dealt him, why he'd just taken it all with a defeated shrug, why he didn't even put up a fight when it was agreed that he move of the apartment he'd shared with his now ex-fiancée. The question marks that loomed over his head were brightly lit ones, they stopped him from sleeping and they were ones he wanted to get away from.<br><br>Life had become somewhat fogbound. The daylight hours he spent pottering around the house, managing the money he'd been given as a severance package, wondering how he got into this situation and how he was going to get out. When night fell, he lay in bed for a few hours. Then, forced to concede that sleep wouldn't come, he committed himself to another night of restlessness. <br><br>James was tall, broad shouldered and fit, if not exactly muscular. His brown hair would usually be in a short style that suited the long wave in his hair in a 50s ad executive way but he'd let it grow out and get a little shaggy. The otherwise blue eyes had greyed a little from tiredness, combined with his current pallor they combined to give him something of a gaunt look.<br><br>Roaming the streets late at night at least allowed the fog that filled his head to lift a little. He'd learned nearly everything one could about where he lived and the neighbourhoods that surrounded his. He learnt where to walk and where to avoid, every dive bar and café open in the small hours, he knew where to go if he wanted to talk to someone and where to go if he wanted to be left alone. Tonight though, he planned on heading to a bar just outside the CBD. The week before he'd been told of a place where bouncers hung out and musicians jammed after they'd finished their gigs. It was too interesting a description that he'd been given to not check out. Looking at the night sky from the window of his new apartment, he'd elected to don a black pullover and jeans, along with a light olive coat before heading out the door. The club itself was apparently little more than a hole-in-the-wall dive bar tucked away in a webwork of alleys between two main street on the other side of the CBD from where he lived.<br><br>It had been raining all day but the weather had remained warm, the humidity of the afternoon lifting once the sun went down. The smell of fresh rain briefly swept away the less pleasant smells one associated usually with urban back alleys. These small streets were well used, everyone seemingly having a favourite bar or café or speciality shop hidden in one of them. At this hour of the morning though their emptiness managed to retain some of the menace such places seemed to retain. Though he'd encountered little on his walk beyond the stray late night office worker and the odd homeless guy he was relieved to find the place he was looking for was only a turn or two away.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Late At Night (Aleph &amp; Saku Winchester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 19:36:49</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Enough was enough. Miyaki (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v376/nemaatkd/whitehairedgirlcryingfeathers.jpg) was a nice girl and she didn't know what she had done to deserve a life like the one she was currently leading. She had been homeless ever since she could remember and only had faint memories of her parents. One day when she had been five years old, Miyaki had gotten separated from them and ended up lost in the worst part of town. She never saw her parents again. Many people tried to take advantage of her, not only because she was young but due to her unique looks. Miyaki had short white hair and dark eyes which made her stand out in a crowd. Tom had picked her up off the streets at a young age.<br><br>Shortly after she had gotten lost and had cared for her ever since. He had been the one who trained her to become the perfect sex slave and she had thought it was the normal thing to do until he began sending her out on errands for him. That was when she had realized what life was supposed to be like. It was also when things started going downhill for her. Miyaki hadn't known enough to not talk to Tom about these things and he had slapped her for being so fresh with him. Her trips out diminished and she was kept inside as her master began to show his dominance over her. She grew unhappy with how things were going but kept it to herself.<br><br>Until eventually, Tom beat her up one night which was the last straw. She couldn't stand it any longer and decided to escape from him. Miyaki knew she owed Tom her life for saving her from the streets but she didn't want to take the abuse any longer. So she gathered a few changes of clothing and hurriedly swiped a few things that seemed valuable to her into a leather bag she could swing over her shoulder. Taking a few changes of beads for the feathers she wore in her hair, she saw a nice little tan cylinder object near the beads that looked like it was something to tie back hair. She swiped that into the sack as well and set off, heart beating wildly.<br><br>She knew Tom wouldn't be back for at least another hour. He was off on a business transaction she thought and that would give her enough time to get away from the house in order to hide herself. Miyaki never dreamed Tom would pursue her. She was just a slave and she thought he could get another one if he really wanted one desperately enough. The white haired female did not realize the 'hair band' she had taken, happened to be an object that Tom used all the time in order to prevent himself from being possessed or bound to any sort of supernatural entity. He had only left it behind that night because he didn't think he would need to use it that day.<br><br>Miyaki didn't know where she was going when she left the house because she had only been out during the times her master had sent her out. So she quickly got lost in the various alleyways and dimly lit streets. It was only when she rounded a corner that she realized she had mistakenly ended up at the place her master had come to conduct his business and his eyes widened in surprise and then they narrowed at her as he opened his mouth. Miyaki froze and then dashed away, Tom yelling at her to stop if she valued her life. Of course that only made Miyaki run even faster because she knew she was in trouble since Tom hadn't given her permission.<br><br>To leave the house or escape from him. She was nineteen years old and yet she still felt like a kid and wanted someone nice to protect her and give her shelter. Someone who wouldn't hurt her when all she was trying to do was please them. Tears sprang to her eyes as she ran, wanting to escape her master's angry voice and suddenly ran into something firm and hard. Miyaki fell backward with a little gasp and looked up to see a broad-shouldered man with long brown hair and blue eyes above her and she blinked, feeling somewhat scared when she saw the gaunt look on his face. For a moment she was speechless, her own dark eyes gazing up at James.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Late At Night (Aleph &amp; Saku Winchester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aleph</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 05:02:08</strong>
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				James wasn't entirely certain why he did what he did next. Something in his subconscious that was unaffected by being hit in the stomach by a running girl quickly assessed her stunned state, the sound of someone screaming to 'get her' and heavy footsteps in the distance. Obviously, something needed to be done before his forebrain had decided what to make of the situation.<br><br>Retaking the step that he'd been knocked back from, he quickly pulled off his pullover and jammed it over the girls' head, looking something like a woollen poncho. Pulling her to her feet, he pushed her in the direction of the alley he'd come out of, whispering in her ear "Behind the stack of bins, keep your head down and wait.". <br><br>Now stripped down to a white cotton singlet, he turned his back, doing his best to put the girl out of his mind as the sound of boots on concrete got steadily louder. The alley doglegged at this intersection, continuing several meters further along the laneway. On the other side<br><br>As he did so, two men - both a good deal larger than him - rushed in his direction just long enough to realise he wasn't their target. His body language, backing up in surprise, hands in the air gave one half of the story he was selling, dragging his eyes from where he'd been looking into the other side of the doglegged alleyway. Pointing in that direction, he watched as the men looked at each other, grunted and resumed their sprint away from him.<br><br>Backing up quickly, he crouched down where he'd sent the girl to hide. As he moved, he realised the mistake he'd made.<br><br>"OK, not sure why I'm doing this, but I also realised I've just sent those to gentlemen in the direction of an after-hours club full of off duty bouncers. What say you and I get the hell out of here, yes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Late At Night (Aleph &amp; Saku Winchester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 19:05:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Miyaki's dark eyes widened when she saw James advance on her and almost let out a scream as she watched the pullover come down over her head. The sound stuck in her throat though when she realized James had simply given her something warmer to wear and she blinked, uncertain as to what was going on. Was he going to help her? It could be a trick but at the moment she needed to make a split second decision. Miyaki let herself be pulled to her feet, hoping he was a nice man.<br><br>Once she was up, James pushed her in the direction of the alley he'd come out of and she dashed for the stack of bins he had mentioned without another word. It seemed like a good idea. She crouched behind the bins, head down as her white hair fell in strands around her neck and shoulders. Miyaki almost shrieked when James poked his head into her hiding place but calmed down when she saw it wasn't someone trying to grab her but the man who had helped her earlier.<br><br>She nodded when James asked if she wanted to get out of this place with him. "Please!" The girl said and rose to her feet, shifting the tan bag over her shoulder as she waited for James to lead the way out of the alley. She wasn't sure where to go and decided to place her trust in this man since he probably knew the area better than she did. After all, Miyaki had only ventured out from her master's home a few times in her life and she hadn't been allowed to wander or explore areas.<br><br>So even if James was a foreigner, new to this place, he probably knew the streets better than she did. Miyaki wondered why he had helped her when it was obvious she was running from someone. "They will come after me again but if they don't find me tonight they will probably stop looking." She managed to get out, biting her lip. It wasn't as though she was important, she was just a slave and she assumed her master could easily get another girl to replace her within a few days or around that.<br><br>The only reason they were pursuing her now was because it was a pain to train a new slave. Or so she thought. Why would she think differently?</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Late At Night (Aleph &amp; Saku Winchester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aleph</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 02:30:58</strong>
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				Taking the girl's hand, the sound of the voices demanding to know what the hell he thought he was doing got increasingly louder. Working his way backwards in the general direction of the brighter lights of the city, they moved initially with as much speed as they could handle. After a few blocks had been crossed, James slowed them down to a walking pace, keeping an eye out for anyone in pursuit of them.<br><br>Eventually they made it to a small diner where they stopped. He ordered a coffee "and whatever she'd like".<br><br>"So", said James as his coffee was put in front of him. "Hello, my name is James and are you OK? Also, mind telling me what happened back there?"<br><br>The girl was attractive and seemed to have the wide-eyed look of someone who seemed a little new to the city. Those dark eyes seemingly taking in everything like it was new.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Late At Night (Aleph &amp; Saku Winchester)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:11:31</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The sounds of raised voices behind them frightened her and Miyaki was glad at least this stranger knew where he was going. If it had been her, she would have run blindly throughout the city and probably ended up in a dead end or in a worse situation. This man was her savior and she didn't know how she was going to repay him once she was safe and had gotten away from her pursuers. She let James pull her in different directions until they made it to a small diner where they stopped.<br><br>Miyaki looked up at the restaurant with some awe. The white haired girl knew what it was of course but she'd never been in one before since Tom didn't like spending any unnecessary money on her when he could just buy a can of food from the market for a few bucks. Miyaki was skilled in making food at home as well since Tom liked home cooked meals too, but actually going out to eat was a foreign thing to her. She had always wanted to try it but had never really gotten the chance.<br><br>So when they entered and took a seat, Miyaki watched as James ordered and said nothing since she wasn't entirely certain what to order. What if James only intended to order something himself? She didn't want to assume anything that might make him mad, after all he had helped her escape from the men chasing after her. Miyaki looked up when James spoke and inclined her head slightly. "Miyaki. I'm fine I think. Thank you for helping me." She said and her dark blue eyes averted away.<br><br>It wasn't easy to tell a stranger what had happened. But he had asked and he <em>had</em> saved her earlier. "I was running away from my master. He beat me for the first time ever and I didn't want to stay any more. Now they are chasing me to get me back." Miyaki told him, not knowing enough to lie to him, why should she not tell the truth? It was better not to lie. She looked up at him again and a faint smile could be seen on her lips. "What of you? Why did you help me?" The female asked.<br><br>She let her dark eyes linger on James as she waited to hear what he would have to say, wanting to know what sort of person he might be.</span></span>
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