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Post by John Reese on Mar 9, 2013 20:58:05 GMT -5
After a long day at the diner, Gabriella quickly clocked out, grabbed her coat, and fought her way out of the crowds of people heading in for the dinner rush. Thankful she was missing it, she stepped out into the cold New York air, still unused to the bitter winter after all this time. Slipping the coat onto her limbs, and zipping it all the way up to her chin, she made her way toward her apartment. She seldom made eye contact with the passers-by on the streets, probably out of the fear that was instilled in her by her Mother, whom she not-so-lovingly referred to as - Satan. New York wasn't as bad as some people, like Satan, believed, yet Gabby still felt unsettled as the sun began to set. After a few minutes of walking, she stopped to remove her gloves from her coat pockets and slip them on her fingers. As she slipped the second glove on, she happened to glance back and notice a man leaning against a street lamp, obviously watching her. Don't panic, Gabby, it's probably nothing. After the pep talk, she sucked in a breath, held it for a few moments, then exhaled slowly as she began to walk, her pace quicker than before she stopped. What could the man want? Was he just being nosy, or was he actually following her? And if so, then why? These thoughts raced across her mind, and she felt her heart rate quicken. Finally getting the nerve, she glanced back as she was walking and sure enough, the man was following her. He slowed as soon as he noticed she'd glanced his way, but then she heard his heavy footsteps so close behind her. Just as she was about to break out into a run, she felt his heavy hand grab her shoulder. The pain seared through her shoulder as she was spun to face him. "Give me your money, now, bitch, and don't make a scene. I have a knife, and I will slit your fucking throat if you scream." Gabby felt her heart pounding so hard that it nearly beat out of her chest. Her mind was racing and she could hardly think. Fingers tugged down the zipper of her coat, and slipped into the apron of her uniform, searching for her wallet.
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Post by John Reese on Mar 9, 2013 20:58:32 GMT -5
And so I sit here in the dark You made the rules I played the part I never rushed or pushed my fate When time was tight I knew to wait- - - - - - - - - - - - - - The sun was just starting to set beyond the horizon when John Reese stepped out of the hotel room. He glanced from one side to another in a discrete fashion as he pulled his black jacket tighter over his plan black suit. Popping the collar to cover his neck Reese moved passed a half frozen swimming poll with a very lacking fence around it. The entrance to the poll had a sign that stated the area was closed for the winter, but it was clear that anyone that wished to swim, or whatever else one would want to do in the cold, dirty water, all they would have to do was jump the low fence, or crawl through one of the many holes it possessed. That fact was quite troubling and Reese truly worried what would happen if a young child stumbled through the fence. But there was no denying that flea bag motels such as these were one of the reason Reese was able to stay anonymous. And calling the police's attention to such locations was not a good idea. He always paid cash but when the city was on high alert searching for a vigilante someone was sure to put the pieces together. He had seen, worse, after all. And luckily in the three days he had spent in this dumb he had only seen one small child, a baby who seemed to be only a few months old. It broke John's heart when he watched the young mother check into the hotel, tears stained her face. Reese understood the look in her eye better than anyone else. He knew there was nothing he could do for her. Well almost nothing. When the infant's crying got one of the other “full-time tenants” to threaten to get her thrown out on the street John had stepped in. He used his own form of threats to make sure the man let the woman and baby stay in the room as long as she needed to. Reese even made sure the man would make sure the others in the motel would leave the child alone. Reese of course understood that that meant it was time for him to back up and move on.
Moving from place to place was not new to John Reese. Even before joining the army he had been used to it. And his time in the Army and CIA only hardened his ability to change locations when needed. When he had first gotten back to the states in 2011 John had become homeless. He had no reason to need a home. But after he started helping people he began staying in motels. He needed a place to keep himself right as well as store some weapons for easy access. Most of his weapons he kept in a storage locker or even at the headquarters with his new boss, however, since a motel wasn't exactly secure. He never stayed in one place longer than a week though. He couldn't risk becoming predictable. Or noticeable. Of course on the second part he had broken one rule. Animals were always a bad idea. Especially dogs. They drew attention and in a situation when you could normally not forgotten in a crowd they made you memorable. When Reese had run across the poor ex-military Belgian Malinois Shepard being miss treated by the Aryans he couldn't just leave him. There was a sort of familiarity he shared with the dog. Both had been trained to attack and even kill on command without asking questions. With out a choice. But they had a choice now. They could be who the wanted and John was not going to let the dog be forced to do more bad things. Bear, as he had named him, was a very sweet animal. And very well trained. And though a man in a suit with a dog was a lot more noticeable than just a man in a suit he couldn't just leave him. Half the time Reese left the animal at HQ while he worked. But since the last two days had been slow Reese and Bear had been partners. To anyone on the street passing him he was nothing more than a business man with a dog. A good enough cover for him.
As Reese moved into the flow of people along the street he realized that it was approaching dinner time and he had not yet eaten that day. And though he was more than accustomed to going days, even weeks, with out food he also knew if there was no reason to not eat then it was a good idea. It kept his strength up and made sure his full attention was at the task at hand. Adjusting the backpack he had slung over his back he figured he could grab a sub at some deli and take Bear to the park for a game of catch. The dog had after all spent most the day with nothing to do. As John walked passed a foot patrol officer he suddenly felt the weight of the backpack on his back. He knew gave any signs of fear or unease but he couldn't help but deny that now would be a bad time to draw attention to himself. Along with the normal 9mm he had in the back of his waistband and lock pick in his front pocket, in his bag he another 9mm, a few flash grenades, three spare cell phones, high tech binoculars, and a few other surveillance devices; enough to get him put away for life with out even knowing who or what he had already done. Covering those items were two white dress shirts and a spare pair of pants. And that was all John Reese owned. It wasn't much, but it was all he needed. He would buy more shirts when he needed them. Of course he always went through them so fast it didn't seem to matter.
Reese had been walking for some time when out of the corner of his eye he saw something. To most it wouldn't have been anything. Just a man leaning on a pole on the other side of the street. But Reese saw the world differently than most. He saw the intent in people. The evil. And the good. And that man was planning something. Even from a distance John was able to follow the man's line of sight to a woman that had just stopped a few meters ahead of the man. When the woman began to move again he pace was much faster. People, especially women, normally had a very good instinct on things like this. She hadn't made it far, however, before the man closed the distance between the two of them. He had smells her fear and knew he had to act. Reese watched as the man grasped the woman's should roughly. He seemed to speak to her but Reese was to far to hear what he said. It didn't matter though, John knew what was going on. She was being robbed. Before he could even think of reasons not to intervene Reese had broken into a sprint and in seconds he had crossed the street. Releasing Bear's leash John muttered, “Blijven” stay just loud enough that the dog could hear him and get the message. Though he was as capable as any to stop the robber Reese did not want the dog to get hurt. Bear, of course, followed orders though he turned in circles nervously, even gave a sharp bark here and there. John made it to the man before the woman could find her wallet. With out even hesitating he grabbed the hand that was holding Gabby's should. Before the robber could even react John twisted the arm behind is back roughly. The robber wasn't going to give up that easily, though, and he reached into his pocket obviously searching for something. A knife was the most likely. Reese didn't give him a chance to find it. He quickly sent several punches the man's way. When the man tried to fight back Reese was able to block him with little trouble and on the third attempt he grabbed the man's wrist. This time he twisted, while at the same time he swept his foot underneath the attackers causing him to fall hard to the ground. The wind was obviously knocked out of his lungs and he sat there for several moments trying to regain his composer. Then he began to stumble to his feet. John simply stood and watched as he succeeded. His hands hoovered over his pocket as if he were going to go for the knife again. “Really.” Reese's voice was completely calm. The words seemed to make the man change his mind and he quickly turned and ran. This job was obviously to much trouble for him. Taking in a deep breath Reese turned toward the woman, “Are you alright?”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - And circumstance so well disguised Within a gathering of lies And in the dark I lie awake So I can watch you drive your stake KICKING IT WITH !?[/b] Gabby POST STATUS !?[/b] Finished WORDS !?[/b] 1496 CREDIT !?[/b] HOTCH!MUSIC !?[/b] Slow Me Down, by Emmy Rossum NOTES !?[/b] So, yes, this is very random and long and such, but I do love Reese. Also sorry about the fight scene. I suck at action scenes... Also if you would like we to change anything about this post just tell me. Such as if you saw it going a different way. Also this is Bear: i47.tinypic.com/34oee4i.jpg[/font][/size]
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Post by GABRIELLA ADANI on Mar 10, 2013 10:26:59 GMT -5
Everything had happened so fast, that Gabriella had not noticed the man running toward them. As the events unravelled, she stood there, completely still, her fingers still clutching the wallet inside her apron. So many thoughts were trying to invade her head, but somehow she was blocking them. She must have looked pretty silly standing there watching, her mouth literally hanging open. She was not sure of what was more shocking, the fact that she was so close to being robbed, or that this new man had saved her from the other guy. As the man was taken down, she sucked in a breath and the cold air rattled her lungs. Her eyes followed the man as he ran away, and then settled on the man who had saved her from being robbed.
"Uh, oh, yes." She was pretty shaken, and felt silly. Why the hell was she not prepared for this? If this man hadn't come along, she would have been robbed, and maybe hurt, or maybe even killed. She breathed deeply. "Thank you." She felt odd. Part of her felt relieved, another part felt angry with herself for not having means of protecting herself, but an even bigger part felt guilty. The way the robber dude had made her felt, was the way she made her victim's families feel. Maybe. They deserved what they got, but did she? In her mind, she had actually helped their families, but Gabby saw things in black and white and never got the whole picture. But that guilt vanished quickly because Gabby really believed she was the good guy.
"I should look into pepper spray or something," she said nervously, knowing pepper spray was not what she'd be packing next time she walked these streets. She glanced at a dog across the street. She had been too focused on what had happened to notice before, but she figured it was the man's dog.
"Listen, thanks again, you saved me some cash, maybe my life, too." A nervous laugh escaped her lips. While she really was thankful for the man's interference, she couldn't shake the sick feeling of what could have happened, and she couldn't stop being angry with herself and the world. She wanted to kill 'robber dude.' It wasn't fair she was so much weaker physically. It wasn't fair that these types of people take advantage of those weaker than them. It isn't a fair fight. The image of his face was burned into her mind forever, and she was promising herself that she wouldn't forget, and that she would find him and she would kill him.
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Post by John Reese on Mar 12, 2013 18:00:34 GMT -5
And so I sit here in the dark You made the rules I played the part I never rushed or pushed my fate When time was tight I knew to wait- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Reese's eyes ran over the woman slowly. She was clearly had no idea what had just happened. Which wasn't exactly hard to understand. In bad situations there was never a hero lurking in the shadows waiting to save you. That never happened. Reese couldn't help but remember the words he had spoken to Jessica the last time he had seen her. “In the end we are all alone. And no one is coming to save you.” It had bee true. Jessica had needed him and he hadn't been there to save her. No one had. She had been killed. Just like so many other people. John had devoted his life to saving people, but when it mattered the most he hadn't been there. He hadn't been able to save her. An if he couldn't save her then what was the point? John had almost lost his will a couple of years ago. He had almost let himself rot. But then he had realized that just because he couldn't save everyone that did not mean he couldn't save someone. Someone like this woman. A woman who had done nothing. She deserved to live. And he could save her. He had saved her. Just like the hero standing in the shadows. But Reese wasn't a hero. He knew that. He had killed more people than he anyone could imagine. He was a bad guy. Always would be. He knew that. But it didn't matter. As long as he was there to save at least one life.
The woman was visibly shaken. The man hadn't hesitated to fight back against Reese. What would have stopped him from killing her? She must have caught on to that as well. Reese knew the city was dangerous but even then it wasn't every day that you almost got robbed or killed. John couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to be so helpless. The woman spoke and it was clear in her voice that she was in some sort of shock. Her eyes flashed across the street where Bear continued to sit unmoved. He looked slightly anxious though. John knew every fiber of the dogs being wanted to attack the robber. It was in his blood, just as it was in Reese's. But even more so he was trained to listen and obey. Reese felt bad for the guy. He knew how hard it was to follow orders. But it had been for his own good. John would be okay with himself being punched and stabbed, but the dog did not need that. He was a pet now. A simple pet who was loved and cared for. Letting out a loud whistle the dog was released from his hold and quickly trotted across the vacant street. Wagging his tail and folding his ears down he circled John's once as the man rubbed his ears. “You should get a dog.” He spoke softly to her concerns about getting some pepper spray. As he spoke Bear lifted his noise to the woman asking her to pet him. “This is Bear.” John spoke. The dog obviously seemed to sense how shaken the woman was.
As the woman thanked Reese noticed her stance seem to waiver as if she was going to be sick. The ordeal may have taken more of a tool on her than he thought. “Don't mention it.” He spoke calmly reaching out to her. Placing a soft hand on her shoulder he spoke again. “Let me walk you home.” He wasn't sure if she would protest his offer so he quickly added. “You don't look so good.” His eyes showed real concern. “You may be going into shock.” He stepped forward before she could answer and slowly began to lead her the way she had been walking before the incident had interrupted her.
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Post by GABRIELLA ADANI on Mar 13, 2013 1:12:26 GMT -5
Fingers jammed into the pockets of her coat as she gazed at her surroundings. Unsure of what to do, she stayed put, not wanting to simply walk away from the man who had saved her from robber boy. Though she was usually a social butterfly, now she just felt anxious and she hated it. She wanted to flash him her happy smile, the one she usually showed in times of gratitude, but she couldn't. She stood there for a while, unsure of what to say or do until his comment brought a smile to her lips. "Yes, I should." She reached down to pet Bear, the dog the man had called over. Bear's fur was soft, and the simple act of petting him made her feel happier inside, and secure. "You're such a sweet dog, Bear."
Her eyes moved back to the man, a smile now plastered across her face. "He's gorgeous," she said softly, her hands running through the dog's fur once again. A sigh left her lips as the man offered to walk her home. "Sure, thanks." Though she agreed, she wasn't thrilled with him knowing where she lived. She was a private person when it came to her home, that's the way it is when you have many secrets to hide.
"No really, I'm fine. I'm feeling better now." She started to walk in the direction of her apartment,now feeling relieved she'd make it home in one piece even if it meant this guy knowing where she lived. "So, what's your name?" she asked casually, mostly out of curiosity.
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Post by John Reese on Mar 23, 2013 12:20:58 GMT -5
And so I sit here in the dark You made the rules I played the part I never rushed or pushed my fate When time was tight I knew to wait- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Bears tail was waggying one hundred miles an hour. He's tongue stuck out and he tilted his head slightly as the woman scratched the top of his head. A small smile crossed John's face at the sight. The dog was a clear indicator of just how happy someone could be no matter what. Bear had once upon a time been a soldier. He had probably sniffed out IEDs and saved more lives than even John Reese. He had probably even seen combat. He was a hero. But then his own had crossed the wrong guys. And the one person he loved the most was more than likely killed. Taken away from him. He was taken away. Given a life he didn't want, with a bunch of bad guys he didn't love. But Reese had found him. Had saved him. And despite all that he was still so happy. Happy for any love he could get. Reese wished he could feel the same happiness. His story mirror the dogs oddly close yet he was still lost. He was helping people, sure, but he wasn't happy. The pain for not being able to save Jessica was still there. The betrayal of being thrown away like a useless towel after he had given so much to them was still crippling. John wasn't sure how to let go.
Right now it didn't matter though. His only job now was the to make sure this woman made it home okay. There was no telling if the man that had tried to rob her would come back with some friends. It was unlikely, but possible. John had probably wounded the man's pride a tad, and if he was part of a gang than could be a bad combo. John's pace speed up a little as the two walked. The woman said she was okay and it was try she seemed to be getting a little more color and life back in her face. John wasn't to sure that meant she wasn't in shock though. It could just be in hiding. Either way John would have taken no for an answer. He was not the kind of guy to just let someone walk off into possible trouble. If anything he would have trailed her from a distance until he was sure. It wasn't like he was in too much of a hurry anyway. Where else did he need to be? What else was more important than this? That was one of the perks about being unemployed, or rather self employed.
Though the dog had fallen right into line as the two began to walk, John reached down and grasped his leash. He was well enough trained that he would never leave John's side unless he had a good reason, but as a few people appeared on the sidewalk in front of them John figured it was a good idea to follow the law. The last thing he needed was the police showing up on a leash violation. Bear placed himself right at the side of the woman, walking only an inch away from her. He surely sensed that she was still slightly worried. John on the other hand decided to give her some room and left enough room between the two of them as to not crowd her. He had saved her life, but he still was a stranger. And for all she knew he could intent to hurt once they got to her apartment. The ironic thing was John probably was one of the most dangerous person she would ever come across. Little did he know she had her own secrets. “You can call me John.” He answered her question stoically. ”What's your name?” He decided to return the question. He didn't very much need it, but he figured it would be odd if he didn't ask.
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