Tyler Tieran |PF| *They'd been trudging through thick growth for hours. The fog that had been lighter near the shore with the breezes had become denser the farther inland they'd gotten. He'd begun chipping notches out of branches pointing the way back towards shore. As Aryk had glanced at him quizzically, he motioned to the GPS units* Shit's creepy as fuck, man. I ain't trusting technology in this hellhole. If the units go out or something frazzles the shit outta the signal itself, we can take note of where we come out at when this forest ends, and at least try to keep our sense of direction if none of your new buddies are willing to cough up coordinates.
Tyler Tieran |PF| *The little girl had finally passed out. Unexpectedly, so had he. His dreams were vivid, and almost terrifying in intensity, but each faded from memory as the next started. As the alarms came on warning people to buckle up for landing, he stirred, some tantalizing scent making his mouth water. Blinking his eyes open, it took a moment for him to realize where he was. More importantly, who had become his unwilling pillow for however long he'd had his head on the other man's shoulder in exhaustion.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *He woke surrounded by the delicate scent of sated female and the heavy musk of sex in the air. Shifting, he ignored the sleepy mumble as he dug around the floor to find his pants, tugging his phone from the pocket. Flipping it open, he cursed before dragging his ass from the bed. He had, oh... 15 minutes to get to Aryk's. Luckily he'd picked a hotel near his new partner's home by using the GPS and the scrawled address that he'd shoved into the back of his wallet after checking the location.*
Aryk Larson |PF| *Last night had been another hell night. I normally didn't mind when spirits came to visit me, I just hated when they woke me out of a dead sleep and then just stood there staring. Sighing, I slide out of bed and start heading towards the bathroom when I hear my phone buzz. Odd, usually they don't email me until at least 9:00. Picking up my phone, I frown as I see I have been transferred. It's not unheard of. Due to my powers, I tend to go from one office to another.*
I am probably one of the oddest people you will ever meet. To prove that though, lets start at the beginning.
My parents were your average, everyday kind of people. Father worked in retail, mother ran a bakery. They had two children. Elise, who was 9; and Marko who was 4. They had the typical two-story brick house, with a two car garage, and an average sized front porch. Their neighbors had known them for years and they were said to be quaint and quiet. Everything seemed perfect. Until I was born. |
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