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[The apartment has an industrial look and feel to it. The walls a dark grey to compliment the lighter steel and black wiring. A staircase leading up to the loft bedroom overhead.
The storm gray sheets screwed up and seemed rarely to be fixed properly. A couple of black pillows tossed around at the head of the bed. An alarm clock upside down as though having been slammed down by the owner.
The living room was a bit more cluttered with a large couch dominating the space. The nearby workbench covered with various weapon parts and tools. A knife buried into the woodwork of the table. It was obvious that the table had been struck by a blade on more than one occasion.
An immaculate kitchen lay in the shadow of the overhanging bedroom. The wooden cabinets and countertops polished to a shine. A couple of bar stools hidden under the counter, ready to be pulled out. Bottle of whiskey the only thing out. It had been seen some use lately.
Most of the apartment utilized natural light rather than artificial. The lights being shut off during clear days save for the back end. Shutters ready to shut out the light if the owner desired to.]
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::Open Post::
Jul. 14th, 2017 07:37 pm[For all the ridiculous nonsense and shenanigans that don't exactly fit anywhere else. Also open to random AUs and whatnot. Basically a wtf why not workshop for anything with James.]
Remembrance
Nov. 19th, 2015 03:32 pmBits and pieces from the first year of being a mentor to a rather eccentric young hunter by the name of Annalise.
Future Stuff ::1:: Been Up All Night
Oct. 11th, 2015 04:54 pm[This was not clicking for some reason. He has been staring at these reports for the past hour and half, nothing having been accomplished besides from papers being shuffled around in a semblance of productivity and knives thrown into the pillar behind him out of sheer frustration. His fingers tapping along the worn metal to keep himself from doing further property damage at this rate.
The bottom line was that stress was gnawing at him.
Not from the job though. If anything, reports should came as second nature after the past few months and coordinating had been relatively easy once the rough first week passed by. Being a vanguard should cause less stress than doing actually fieldwork yet here he was at a breaking point almost.
There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Those stupid letters and photos and other bullshit weren't coming in anymore.
Something had to have happened and he's stuck here in this goddamn tower like a fresh rezzed moron.
His hands were effectively tied as well. No one could be sent out without the other two's approval and even then it'd be brought forward to discussion by the head vanguard. Which means that nothing could happen for days and he'll be sitting on his ass like he already was. All it did was make him all the more frustrated about having given up his freedom to leave as he so pleased because at least then someone would be out there trying to figure out what happened.
The hunter buries his face in his hands with an exhausted sigh leaving him. He probably looked like hell at this rate. Throwing himself into long hours had made his sleep schedule an abysmal handful of hours in the past few days. Half the time he didn't know how he wasn't passing out during meetings. Be easy to. Pull the hood further down, lean down on the table and maybe get an hour or two of on and off rest. Might be the best time to try it out to be quite honest since the hall was dead before attempting it when there'd be actual repercussions to getting caught.
He grunts after stretching out on the table some, pillowing his head with his arms for something close to comfortable. Shade is called out of transmat to keep a watch on things while an attempt at a nap was made. The ghost whirling softly in concern but does as told.
Things suck. Might as well try to ignore it for the time being.]
The bottom line was that stress was gnawing at him.
Not from the job though. If anything, reports should came as second nature after the past few months and coordinating had been relatively easy once the rough first week passed by. Being a vanguard should cause less stress than doing actually fieldwork yet here he was at a breaking point almost.
There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Those stupid letters and photos and other bullshit weren't coming in anymore.
Something had to have happened and he's stuck here in this goddamn tower like a fresh rezzed moron.
His hands were effectively tied as well. No one could be sent out without the other two's approval and even then it'd be brought forward to discussion by the head vanguard. Which means that nothing could happen for days and he'll be sitting on his ass like he already was. All it did was make him all the more frustrated about having given up his freedom to leave as he so pleased because at least then someone would be out there trying to figure out what happened.
The hunter buries his face in his hands with an exhausted sigh leaving him. He probably looked like hell at this rate. Throwing himself into long hours had made his sleep schedule an abysmal handful of hours in the past few days. Half the time he didn't know how he wasn't passing out during meetings. Be easy to. Pull the hood further down, lean down on the table and maybe get an hour or two of on and off rest. Might be the best time to try it out to be quite honest since the hall was dead before attempting it when there'd be actual repercussions to getting caught.
He grunts after stretching out on the table some, pillowing his head with his arms for something close to comfortable. Shade is called out of transmat to keep a watch on things while an attempt at a nap was made. The ghost whirling softly in concern but does as told.
Things suck. Might as well try to ignore it for the time being.]
