(no subject)

[bullfightposter.livejournal.com]

Time: July 11, 2000
Place: Outside the manor, sunset
Status: Public
Summary: Brian has an evening jog


Brian had moved in several nights ago, and was already feeling better. Being around Adam always made things seem so much more purposeful. Adam was generally a good thing.

As he'd grown up, he'd come to understand a bit more of what happened-- but only a bit. He didn't feel like trying to decipher it all, cos it'd worked out for the best, really.

Despite purpose and faith, Brian wasn't completely satisfied, not yet. He did want things to do. Weekends down at the park wouldn't fill up all his time...

For now, though, he wasn't sure what was to do (perhaps meet this Hugo chap, learn about room service), so he was going on a jog. The manor was beautiful in the sunset.

He should have wondered how Adam'd come to have hold of such a huge house. What was meant by he 'kinda' owned it. But that was a flaw of his, wasn't it? Brian generally didn't wonder much, especially not when it came to Adam. Other things he might show some curiosity to, but not so much. He'd never liked deconstructing the world.

Brian was, in fact, a born follower. This isn't such a bad thing. Followers rarely start wars, and they usually wind up being essential. They can also appreciate beautiful things without asking themselves pesky questions..

He would have said 'wicked,' if he'd had much breath-- the place was full of gardens, though they needed a bit of a trim, and there were woods and a field...

It really was nice, here.

Comments

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Instead, Adam rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself up. Then he opened his eyes carefully, so as to not look directly at Pepper in her skimpy clothes. But it wasn't like they were any more revealing than her bathing suit. Or at least that's what he told himself.

"Looks like it's gettin' dark. We should start headin' in."

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you 'fraid to be alone with me in the dark? Do I turn into somethin' sinister under starlight?" she teased. Though, in actuality, it sounded like a game they would've played at a sleepover as kids.

Pepper wasn't in the habit of asking people for help, so she scrambled into a crouching position and got up carefully as she could. She tugged the clothing this way and that again, wondering how women could normally wear clothes like this when they hindered so much movement and had to be adjusted every five seconds. Waste of time, that. "You better not 'ave sent my real clothes to another dimension or somesuch. I want 'em back." As an afterthought, she added, "You hungry? 'Cause I am."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Adam grinned easily. A few answers came to mind, but he didn't want to be hit again.

"You can have your clothes back when you admit to bein' a shoe-stealin' witch. This is s'pposed to be your torture, remember?"

He looked around the clearing before focusing on Pepper and giving a passable smirk. "Yeah, I'm hungry. Let's find Brian and go get somethin' to eat. If you confess first, you can even change before we go into the restaurant."

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Pepper folded her arms across her chest, locking her posture in resolution. "I can just go up to my room an' change if I want. It just means that you an' Bri'll have to wait longer to eat." He could be stubborn all he wanted. She could be every bit as stubborn as he was, and while there was no way that she'd allow anyone else in the manor to see her in this getup, there was no way she was giving up that easily.

"Besides, if I'm a shoe stealin' witch, then you're a clothes stealin' sorceror."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"Who says we'd wait for you? Or that you'd be able to get to your room? You could get stuck in the lobby like that..."

Adam laughed. "I'll admit to bein' a clothes stealin' sorcerer if you'll admit to bein' a shoe stealin' witch."

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Pepper blinked confusedly. "Stuck in the lobby? What for?"

She glared and stomped around a bit, back and forth on her feet. Then she accidentally stepped on the stiletto she had threatened to gouge his eye out with, causing a blue streak of colorful cursing and some hopping up and down before she settled again. Picking the strappy shoe up off the ground, she smirked. "Sure, I'll admit it, if you do. And if you walk 'round in these for a day."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"Not for anythin'," said Adam innocently. "Just unable to go further in for some reason..."

He laughed. "I'm not wearin' those." He was going to add, 'I've got an image to maintain,' but he realized that wouldn't go over well, so at the last second he changed to, "They wouldn't fit."

Adam was determined to win. He always did in the end.

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

"You can't hold me in the lobby against my will," Pepper teased. "That's 'messin' people about', if you recall."

She stared at the stiletto in question and shrugged. "You can materialize these clothes out of thin air, then you can make the shoes fit. I dun't see how it would be a problem."

She knew that glint in his eye far too well. But she wasn't willing to go down that easily. It wasn't her job to make things easy for him, that was Wensley's job.

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I 'spect I could, really. I've been messin' people 'bout a lot lately..."

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

She snickered a little and fingered the edge of the skirt. "I s'ppose that's true, if these clothes are any indication of how lax the rules have gone. How else you been messin' people 'bout, then?"

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Adam frowned. "Um, apart from givin' people costumes at Halloween, I've stopped a rape and a murder, did surgery, helped a boy with his nightmares, and stopped a bunch of people from attackin' the Manor. But I buried someone and helped out in hospital without usin' any powers. I been tryin' not to. Mostly."

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Pepper blanched and bit her lip. "You.... I wouldn't call that messin' people about Adam. I'd call that savin' 'em."

Maybe she and Brian had endured a slew of experiences in their time away, but Adam... oh, why hadn't he told them? "I'm sorry, Adam. I'm sorry you had to do all of that without us." It was all she could think of to say.

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

He brushed some leaves off his jeans. "Sometimes messin' and savin' are the same thing. But that's why I'm tryin' to be so careful all the time."

Adam took Pepper's hand. "It helps more than you know to have you here, though, Pep. Brian and Wensley, too. An' I know that you can handle this kind of stuff. I guess I just hoped you wouldn't hafta."

*edited*

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

He had her hand, which was comforting seeing as the night air was a little chilly and his hands were warmer than hers. She squeezed his fingers and hoped that she was comforting too, rather than awkward like she felt. "It's our job, though. To be here with you. We were the first time, and we're supposed to be this time too. Never was anything we four couldn't do if we was together."

Her mum explained it better than she did. Something about spirits that have intertwining paths or somesuch. That's what she used to call Them.

Re: *edited*

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"That's true," said Adam, a faint smile tugging on his lips. "There's nothin' we can't do together."

In a blink, Pepper's clothes had been entirely replaced and he pulled her hand gently. "C'mon, Pep. It's gettin' cold out here and I'm hungry. Let's go in."

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Pepper gave a gloriously relieved sigh when she felt her own clothes back on her skin. Adam tugged her along for a moment, but she couldn't resist. After all, she had to make up for the chase he'd put her through on her arrival and the one from a few minutes ago.

"I win," she whispered in his ear before breaking off and sprinting full-speed toward the manor. "And you still have a shoe-stealin' witch in your manor, ole! Come on now, time for supper!"

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Adam gave a little shiver that had nothing to do with the cold and tore off after her, yelling, "Only for now, senorita. The inquisition resumes tomorrow! C'mon, Brian, we're goin' in."