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Post by anna sofia pavlov on Jan 22, 2014 5:34:12 GMT 9.5
when the days are cold and the cards all fold and the saints
we see are all made of gold when your dreams all fail and the ones we hail are the worst of
Drinking, that was something that she should probably cut down on. Who was she kidding, that wasn't going to happen, ever. She had had a good day at work and she was going to go and celebrate dammit, even if she did have to work again tomorrow, and the next, and the next. Even since she had gotten the promotion to detective it felt as if she didn't have a day off, that she was working all the time. There were many days in the passed two months where she had gone to work with a killer hangover but had to make it seem like she was fine, that her head wasn't pounding and that she didn't have that sickly feeling in her stomach, and she had pulled it off rather well, though her partner was suspicious but left it. She knew that he didn't like her much, she was much younger than he and was favoured by the boss. He wasn't happy that he had gotten stuck with her either, but he kept his mouth shut because he was a professional and she was yet to make a mistake, she thought that maybe he was taking a liking to her, finally. But that wasn't something she particularly cared about, well it was but she wasn't going to let anyone know that. Instead she made it seem like she didn't care and that she wasn't going to let anyone's opinion get in the way of her doing her absolute best. And that was what she was going to do, not let anyone stop her from doing her job. She was very professional.
She had finished work and gone home to change and freshen up, make herself look less like a professional detective and more like a regular girl having a few drinks at a local bar. It didn't take her too long to do all that, she simply had to take her auburn hair out of it's ponytail and let it fall around her shoulders. Then she reapplied her make up, not doing anything drastic with it as she was a fan of the simple look when it came to such things. She changed out of her work clothes and into something a bit more comfortable, a pair of old jeans and a white tee covered by a dark leather style jacket. After finishing off her outfit with a pair of comfortable sneakers she was ready to leave, grabbing all the essentials she was out the door in in her car on her way to the bar that she could often be found at. As soon as she walked in she was saying hi to a few select people, she had been coming here for the passed two years, they knew her and she knew them. She also knew that if any trouble came looking for her here that they'd have quite the surprise on their hands, these people looked after her, more than likely because she was small and female. Once she had sat at a stool at the bar she looked at the bartender with a smile and ordered her usual shot of vodka. tagged - jay / kimmeh. words - 535 notes - meep, could be better but all the typing i've done already.
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Post by jayne anton khabensky on Jan 30, 2014 9:10:25 GMT 9.5
To say that Jay was in a bad mood would be an understatement, the man was really, really pissed off and he let everyone on the Naval base know it. He had only been back in the states for about a day, having finished his tour a couple of years ago he had thought coming home would be a simple affair, he would get back, see his sister and write a report on all that happened. But instead he had stepped off the plane to see that his sister wasn’t there to greet him after a year of not seeing each other, instead it was only his mother who told him that the dickhead his sister called her other half had made her stay at home because he didn’t feel this was worth it. Now Jay loved his sister, he had been so excited to pull her into his arms and squeeze her as much as he could all the while learning about this pregnancy she had told him about in their letters. But instead he was greeted by only his mother, which really pissed him off. So he had marched to the taxi bay and had taken a cab to his sister’s house, just to punch that bastard in the face. Needless to say no one was happy and the man had reported him so he’d had to go straight to the naval base to be told off. He was lucky they understood why he did it but he still got a told off and that had really soured his mood more. So now he was stood outside the base in his stinky blue digital camo uniform fuming as he called a taxi to get him to his apartment. He stood there for a good few minutes until the car pulled up and tooted at him and he rolled his eyes, of course he saw it there, he wasn’t blind! But he got in dutifully and told the man where he lived, and then settled back to look out the window as the car drove to his apartment block. He hadn’t seen the point in getting a house like his sister, what was the point when only one person was going to live there?
Paying the fare when he got out of the taxi, Jay got his change and watched the man speed off before he pulled his keys out of the duffle bag on his shoulder. He had asked his mum to stock up the fridge in time for him getting back so he knew he was able to grab a sandwich or something before he did his thing. So he went up the stairs to the third level and entered his apartment. “Home sweet home.” He muttered to himself as he dropped the duffle bag at the door and walked to his bedroom, stripping out of the clothes all the way there so by the time he got to the cupboard he only had to pull out a towel and head to the shower to wash the grim off of himself. He spent a little while in the shower, mostly just standing there and trying to calm his mood even though it didn’t work so he had gotten out and dressed. He made himself a quick peanut butter sandwich and grabbed his keys from the door again as he left, making sure his wallet was in his back pocket he quickly munched his snack as he went down the stairs and walked along to one of the bars a couple of blocks away. He knew only vodka would help this mood and perhaps meeting a nice person he could flirt with if they were open to that, maybe he could find someone who could equal him in drinking? He hoped so, since he was so tired of being able to drink everyone under the table.
Pushing the door open to one of his favourite bars, he glanced around the room to see who was there and also to check any escape routes. By now it was a habit after being deployed for a year but he knew it would go away after a couple of months, just in time for him to go back out. Picking a seat at the bar, Jay went to it and sat down, noticing a woman to his right ordering vodka. It made him grin a little as he looked at the person behind the bar and flagged them over. “Can I get a shot of vodka? Probably best to keep them coming too.” He said to them, winking at them as he pulled his wallet from his pocket to pay for the drink he’d just ordered.
hayley/anna | 785 | outfit | meeep SCARRED INSIDE AND OUT
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Post by anna sofia pavlov on Feb 13, 2014 1:46:00 GMT 9.5
when the days are cold and the cards all fold and the saints
we see are all made of gold when your dreams all fail and the ones we hail are the worst of
The life of a detective was, what was a good word to describe it, interesting? No, well yes it was but at the same time it was dangerous, fun and exciting all at once. It was most definitely dangerous though, above most other things, especially for her with all her rival officers, who should be at her side supporting her and helping her out. She was sure that the officer that walked by her desk every morning looked at her in a way that could be considered threatening, or shady, or both. She was also sure that her partner would drop her the moment she made even the slightest mistake, really that shouldn't bother her but it did and she wasn't entirely sure why. That was something she'd have to investigate at a later date, right now her attention was stolen by the man who had sat down to her left. Her eyes looked him over, he looked tough, like he could hold his own in any kind of fight. Her detective instincts automatically flagged him as dangerous and told her to be careful around him, he could be ganged up and be a potential threat to her and the rest of the bar. Of course that didn't stop her from wanting to talk to him, he was the closest to her and she sort of wanted some company, even if it was only to chat, maybe she'd complain about a few work related things, but nothing that could potentially put anyone in danger or jeopardise her job. Those were the last things that she wanted, ever.
She turned her head to face him, and her body only slightly. "Hey." She said softly, but loud enough for him to hear her, her slight Russian accent running through the word. She had taken note of what the man had ordered, the exact same thing as her. She wasn't sure if she should be suspicious of that or happy about the coincidence. "I take it you like you're vodka." She tilted her head slightly before picking up her shot and downing it in one hit, as was how one was supposed to do it. She threw him a quick smile before indicating to the bartender that she'd like another.
tagged - jay / kimmeh. words - 377 notes - this is a terrible post but have at it dear. <3
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Post by jayne anton khabensky on Feb 13, 2014 8:10:06 GMT 9.5
Jay had always been in two minds about his job, was it the best thing ever or could he really be better off doing something else? When he was younger it seemed like the good choice, hell he’d been in the navy for nearly half his life now, he doubted he would be able to do anything else. But that didn’t help the nightmares, or the memories of the acts that he and his marine team do. He wasn’t sure if he would survive outside of the Navy, since it was a he knew really, sure he could get himself a job as a doctor but would he be happy with that? Having a nine to five job would be pretty cool but Jay could see himself getting bored and pretty quickly. He was a man that had a lot of energy to dispel and what he did now got rid of it well, when he was home on leave he could always find people to help him get rid of that pent up energy that wouldn’t let him sit still. So yeah, it was the best job he could imagine but it had its downsides sometimes, a lot of the times really, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. Not even when he was getting his ass chewed out, it had made him the man he was today and he could see himself doing this until he either died or had to retire. But knowing his luck it would be death, considering the amount of times he’d been close to it, whether by being injured or not ducking quick enough. But until then, he would continue doing what he did best, and that was fighting, having sex and drinking vodka. With that thought in mind, he downed the liquid in front of him, laying the glass back on the bar.
It was then he noticed the woman watching him, and he let her look him over for a little while before he turned his own eyes to her and let himself look over her. She was hot, no doubt about that with the curves in all the right places and the right proportions. Seeing her figure made him realise just how long it had been since he’d been able to find someone to spend the night with, there had been opportunities when he’d been deployed but he really hadn’t wanted to. But now, sitting near a beautiful woman made him realise how long it had been and just what needs he had been denying himself. Yet when she spoke, surprise came over him even if he only showed a little of it by the widening of his eyes for a second. She had one hell of a Russian accent and it made his own rise to the surface, even though he spoke with a slight Russian accent it was always tamped down by his many years of being in America. So to bump into another Russian was somewhat nice. “Hey.” He replied back to her, a small smile on his face as he turned to face her, indicating to the barman to pour him another vodka, he had told him to keep them coming. “I do, wouldn’t be much of a Russian if I didn’t.” He said, Russian accent coming out more as he glanced to her glass, just emptied of the vodka inside. His eyes moved back to hers when he said. “I see you do too.”
It was hard to find a Russian that didn’t like their vodka, or at least Jay had had a hard time finding one who disliked it. His parents could drink it like it was water and his sister liked it every now and then, she always ordered it instead of beer. But he could drink a lot of the people under the table when they challenged him to drinking matches. He always picked vodka because he knew he would win, however he was sure this woman, who looked damn capable of looking after herself all by her lonesome could give him a run for his money. The way she downed that shot like it was water… Yeah, Jay knew that knowing this woman would be a lot of fun. So, he downed the shot he had been given and looked to the barman. “Another one would you; I’ll pay for the ladies.” He said, before looking back at the woman next to him. “I’m Jay.”
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