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• We all have a face that we hide away forever... -- Taylor, Sun, Sep 24 2006, 10:49pm PDT
  • He was wearing the bomber jacket along with a grey beater and a pair of just tight enough that though should be illegal jeans that looked a bit worn. Heavy combat books were on his feet, he wasn't in combat anymore but they were comfortable and what he was used to and he didn't really care about being in fashion. His eyes lifted for just a brief second when the fresh glass was slid in front of him before he tipped his head back and took the rest of the whiskey in the first glass, relishing in the smooth burn as it made it's way down his throat and into his stomach. He didn't bother saying anything to the girl standing in front of him behind the bar - nothing to say and no thanks was necessary, no one ever thanks him for doing his job, why should he thank her for doing hers? (NT) -- Fury, Sun, Sep 24 2006, 10:59pm PDT

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• Some days she left guys like him alone to wallow in their thoughts on their own, but other days - like today, when there was nothing else to do - she couldn't help but gently express her curiosity. Her voice was soft, but somehow at the same time loud enough to be heard over the music - though she did lean in just a little bit as she spoke. "Where'd you come from?" Tucking his used glass into the bin, she pulled out a clean one for herself in the same fluid movement and absently mixed herself a light rum and coke - she deserved it, and could get away with it, so why not? Popping in a lime slice before taking a sip, she then set the glass down and slowly, deliberately wiped the space of bar between her and him - casually, perhaps unconsciously, making an excuse for loitering there in front of him, because it was pretty obvious that he wouldn't mind just being left alone. (NT) -- Taylor, Sun, Sep 24 2006, 11:05pm PDT

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• "Nowhere." He stated just as casually, as if it was the absolute truth. He didn't really come from anywhere in particular, he had moved around a lot as a kid and then as a teenager and then as an adult in the armed forces. He didn't have one particular place he came from, he came from everywhere in his opinion. A soft breath escaped his lips as he took a sip of the fresh whisky, it seemed a touch stronger and he was fine with that. His eyes moved over the bar, watching the motions of the rag as she wiped it off though he didn't look back up to her face again. (NT) -- Fury, Sun, Sep 24 2006, 11:13pm PDT

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• "Huh." She started with the soft sound - short and accepting of his uninformative response. "Noname from nowhere. I think we've met before... But incase we haven't, I'm Taylor, from here. Previously Annapolis." He hadn't told her to get lost yet, so she just lingered there, wiping the already clear bar for a few more moments before giving up and tossing the rag into a sink behind her, then reaching for her own drink again. She smiled a little for no reason in particular - she just liked meeting new people, probably one reason why she had held onto her job here for no long, because if nothing else at least she got to meet a varied group of new people on a nightly basis. (NT) -- Taylor, Sun, Sep 24 2006, 11:20pm PDT

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• "Didn't say I didn't have a name." He muttered, his fingers tightening around his drink as he looked down at the condensation that was dripping off his glass and making a mess on the counter that she had just cleaned up. Reaching over, he grabbed a napkin out of the holder and placed it under the glass at the counter. He wasn't a complete barbarian, he was just a wee bit antisocial and well, some people might consider him a sort of sociopath or say that he suffered from some sort of mental disturbance. He wouldn't say he suffered from anything, hell, he enjoyed every second of being crazy. (NT) -- Fure, Sun, Sep 24 2006, 11:24pm PDT

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• "Oh, so you do have a name..." She trailed off as another customer drew her attention a few stools away and she left him to serve up a quick drink with a big smile. She was back before too long though, and leaned down a little so that she was resting her elbows on the bar, and her chin in one hand so she was eye-level with him. "So if you're not noname, who are you?" If he really wanted to tell her, he probably would have already, but she refused to be deterred - he would literally have to tell her to take a hike before she would consider it. Her curiosity was piqued: she was officially intrigued. Her lips pursed slightly, brows gently furrowing into a look of genuine interest. (NT) -- Taylor, Sun, Sep 24 2006, 11:32pm PDT

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• Appearances said that he was dangerously close to actually telling her to take a hike but instead he just muttered his name a little reluctantly. "Fury." He stated, figuring that he needed to learn how to not be an asshole all the time if he wanted to get along with the general public and not be locked up or something but then again...they couldn't arrest him for being an asshole no matter how badly they might want too. He smirked a little at that thought before he looked around the bar for a moment, noting the sparse occupants - maybe the girl was just bored and thats why she fluttering around him... (NT) -- Fury, Sun, Sep 24 2006, 11:40pm PDT

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• "Fury. Very good." It sounded strangely like praise and it very well could have been - it had been a bit of a challenge to drag that one out of him. She was only encouraged by the fact that he had relinquished his name - even if were an alias, which it sounded like, though she had once met a girl named, by her parents, Harvest. Anything was possible. "How about another drink, Fury? On me.. You look like you could use it." She meant nothing offensive about that - it was a simple, innocent observation. His current drink was doing okay, but getting down there, and a fresh one was always better than the remnants of an old one. (NT) -- Taylor, Sun, Sep 24 2006, 11:48pm PDT

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• Finally he looked up at her, taking in her features and feeling slightly captivated by her eyes. It had been a long time since he had seen such vibrant, innocent eyes and he found himself staring into them for a moment before he shook himself free and back to reality. Looking down at his glass, he drank the rest of it in one gulp before he pushed the glass back to her silently. It was kind of strange, having a woman by him a drink and it made him feel a little awkward which he immediatly didn't like. "I got it." He stated with a crisp tone to his voice, not inviting arguements. (NT) -- Fury, Sun, Sep 24 2006, 11:57pm PDT

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• Her brows raised a little as he finally made eye contact with her, and she just stared easily back at him with the hint of a smile touching her lips. She straightened again as he pushed her his glass and made the quick swap - dirty for clean beneath the bar without needing to look, reaching for the liquor with her free hand at the same time - and then poured him another. "Sure." She didn't argue because she never would as long as someone was insisting on paying, even though she wouldn't have minded putting it on her. "You driving tonight, Fury?" She liked using his name - liked the strength of the word and the feeling that there was a story behind it that she didn't know. (NT) -- Taylor, Mon, Sep 25 2006, 12:06am PDT

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• "No." He hadn't gotten a car yet, prefered to just walk everywhere actually just because it gave him something to do other than sit in his sparse apartment and think. He actually just walked and drank, that was about all he had done since he got back to the states. If he sat to long, his leg started to cramp something awful too though he kind of embraced the pain - at least it was some sort of feeling, he didn't feel a whole lot anymore. Even in the bomber jacket, his well toned muscles were evident, he seemed to eminate strength with every simple move he made. (NT) -- Fury, Mon, Sep 25 2006, 12:13am PDT

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• "That's good. Knock it back then if you're going to want any more - we're getting close to last call." She gave him the quick pre-warning before ducking off to serve another couple of patrons, but again she returned to him once her duties were done - officially in case he wanted anything, of course, but unofficially because she liked the challenge of trying to have a conversation with someone who really would rather not be bothered. "You staying within walking distance? Or taking a cab? I can call you one if you want it whenever you're ready. Buses stopped running forty-five minutes ago." She figured he could take care of himself either way, but didn't mind at least offering to be helpful. (NT) -- Taylor, Mon, Sep 25 2006, 12:20am PDT

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• "I'm walking." He stated again, shifting to stretch out his leg, his teeth clenching for a moment at the sharp stab of pain that ran up it whenever he was sitting for more than a couple of minutes at a time. He quickly finished off the drink he had, pushing the glass towards her for one more drink before they closed - he had a bottle waiting for him at home so he wasn't to desperate for that last drink but he may as well get it done with. His eyes lifted to gaze into hers for a moment, struck again by the innocence and light there. His gaze dropped at that thought, her light only made him feel more dark. His jaw clenched a little, his head cocked to the side as he let out a low breath to regulate the pain in his leg. (NT) -- Fury, Mon, Sep 25 2006, 12:34am PDT

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• The agitation that crossed his features was so brief that it was virtually unnoticeable and so she wasn't even sure if she had seen it, so she had no problem pretending that she hadn't. She nodded a little at his confirmation that he was walking and slid one final drink to him. "Me too." Not that it really mattered, it was just an absent comment. She smiled a little once more before disappearing again to tend to the sudden wave of customers who showed up for refills before they shut the bar down. Once everyone else had been taken care of, she stopped in front of him one final time. "Need anything else, honey?" She was ready to get things cleaned up and head home herself - one slow nights she tried to sneak out of there a couple minutes early so she didn't have to walk home after everyone had been kicked out of all the clubs around. It was more peaceful when she wasn't joined by hoards of drunken men and women. (NT) -- Taylor, Mon, Sep 25 2006, 12:42am PDT

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• He shook his head as he watched her before he stood up and took out his wallet, laying down a fifty to cover his drinks and still left her with a hefty tip. His eyes lingered on her for a moment before he turned, heading towards the door, pronounced limp accenting his still somehow arrogant stride. Once outside, he paused to light a cigarette, the flash of the lighter reflecting off the silver dog tags around his neck in an eery fashion. He thought back over what the girl had said to him and it struck him that she had said she was walking home. Dark eyes took in the view around him and he found that the thought of her walking in this neighborhood didn't sit well with him. Shifting, he slipped into the shadows and leaned against the wall, waiting for her to come out. (NT) -- Fury, Mon, Sep 25 2006, 12:45am PDT

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• She called a thanks after him even though she knew it would be lost on him and watched for a moment as he made his exit - and found herself hoping he came back sometime. Guys like him - who resisted ogling and were interested to try and figure out - were always welcome, in her opinion. She then hurried about her tasks - because they hadn't been too busy and she had had some help earlier in the night there wasn't much left to do - and so was done before too long. She disappeared into the staff room to say quick goodbyes to whoever else was back there and to get her things, and then slipped out the backdoor after taking a quick peek out of the door to make sure there was no one lurking back there. This was her routine and she was used to it. As she emerged onto the dimly light sidewalk, she glanced quickly right and then headed left, tightening the belt on her charcoal wool coat - only just the hem of her skirt visible beneath the bottom of the three-quarter length coat... (NT) -- Taylor, Mon, Sep 25 2006, 12:53am PDT

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• The only evidence of him in the shadows was the slight glowing of the tip of the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger but that was extingushed beneath his steel-toed boots heel when she came out. Quietly, almost invisibly, he slipped into the shadows and followed her at a distance, just keeping an eye on her and making sure she got to her home safely. He didn't know what kind of assholes let a woman walk home by herself at two o'clock in the morning but he wasn't about to gallantly offer to escort her, he would much rather just follow quietly, unnoticed and then go about the rest of the night on his own once she was safely in her home. (NT) -- Fury, Mon, Sep 25 2006, 12:59am PDT

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• We take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone.. -- Taylor, Mon, Sep 25 2006, 1:10am PDT
  • And that was exactly why a young girl shouldn't walk home by herself after dark. Silently and suprisingly quickly considering his limp, he moved into the ally behind the man who was attacking her and quickly wrapped one strong arm around his neck in a pressing hold, cutting off the oxygen to his brain and making him weak until he let go fo Taylor's jacket and purse. He was about to press the fatal blow when he suddenly realized he wasn't in Iraq anymore - they didn't just kill the bad people here in America. His jaw clenched, he let go of the man, watching him crumble into an unconscious heap on the ground and then rolling his eyes as he saw the coward had pissed himself in fear. He was brave enough to grab a small girl but as soon as he got into a fight with another man he was pissing himself like a child. (NT) -- Fury, Mon, Sep 25 2006, 1:13am PDT

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• It all happened so fast that she didn't breath until she had been let go, and then inhaled in a sharp ragged breath, backing quickly out into the light again - recoiling from him as if he was just there to help the other guy, until vague recognition finally set in and she exhaled a soft breath - and a quiet sound of relief. Even though she didn't even really know him, she wasn't scared of him, and it helped that he had just intervened in what could have been an even uglier situation. She was trembling and stunned into silence and frozen in place - her purse hugged to her chest and her free hand pressed to her lips, but otherwise unharmed - once her heart rate slowed and she started breathing normally, she would be just fine, maybe just a little spooked but in the long run likely not deterred. (NT) -- Taylor, Mon, Sep 25 2006, 1:22am PDT

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• He stepped over the unconscious man and instead came up beside her, his head cocked to the side as he raked his eyes over her to make sure there was no bodily harm done before he spoke. "How much farther away do you live?" He questioned, his brow furrowed a touch as he looked up and down the road before he looked back down to her. He would walk with her to wherever she was going, no more of this walking home alone shit. He wanted to ask her when all she worked but that would require to much talking and it would make it seem like he might be interested when he was only concerned for her safety.... (NT) -- Fury, Mon, Sep 25 2006, 1:38am PDT

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• When he spoke, she inhaled sharply again and shook her head brushing her hair away from her face and wrapping her arms around herself. "Just a few minutes... I'm fine though... Thanks..." Visibly shaken yet still trying to repair her pride, she absent-mindedly touched a hand to where the guy had grabbed her and finally met his gaze. "Really though, thanks..." She took a few steps away and down the sidewalk because it suddenly occurred to her that the guy was still lying right there, and then it crossed her mind that she should probably call the police, but it just seemed like so much trouble and she really just wanted to be at home in her safe little apartment. (NT) -- Taylor, Mon, Sep 25 2006, 1:44am PDT

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• "He'll wake up." He stated gruffly before he started walking the way she had, next to her though he didn't look at her. He was walking with her to her apartment whether she liked it or not. She may not trust him - with good reason - but he knew that there was a lot worse things to fear out on these streets than him, when it came to her at least. To punks like the one he had nearly decapitated, there was nothing worse than coming across Fury at night. After walking a few steps, he finally looked beside him to see if she was walking also, since he didn't know where to go and the whole purpose of this was for him to keep an eye on her... (NT) -- Fury, Mon, Sep 25 2006, 1:50am PDT

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• She was on her way by the time that he informed her that the guy would wake up, but sped up a little at his words. When she noticed that he was walking with her, she started to protest because she really didn't want to trouble him any more than she already had. She stopped herself before she really said anything though, because really at that moment she didn't mind having someone to walk her home - looking over at him every couple of steps. Once it was established that he was indeed accompanying her, she shifted ever so slightly closer - possibly even unconsciously - just so that her arm brushed his as they walked, her eyes settling straight ahead on her destination. "Thanks..." (NT) -- Taylor, Mon, Sep 25 2006, 1:57am PDT

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• He just nodded in acknowledgement to her thanks, walking along with her, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket as his dark eyes shifted around the streets as they walked as if taking in every corner and shadow to make sure there was nothing else around there to harm her. He couldn't believe she walked this way every night by herself, it just wasn't safe. There were drunk assholes out everywhere and less than safe looking hobo's leering at her as they walked by until he shot them a glare that didn't invite any warning. She was a little girl too, unable to put up much of a fight... (NT) -- Fury, Mon, Sep 25 2006, 9:35pm PDT

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• She really had had no real trouble until that night, and for that reason found herself even more grateful that he had happened to be there. "It's usually fine out here..." She kind of felt like she needed to explain herself because she was feeling a bit like he probably thought she was just a dumb girl. What other choice did she have? Too much to take a taxi every night, buses didn't run at this time, and she was trying to save money - therefore couldn't afford a vehicle. Walking was really the best option. She glanced over at him every couple of moments, but was most concerned with walking quickly and getting home as soon as possible. (NT) -- Taylor, Mon, Sep 25 2006, 10:18pm PDT