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Mikaela Dollohov (mikadoll) wrote in haunted_roads,
@ 2008-07-18 03:07:00

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alex, mikal

Week Twelve: Thursday
Who: Mikal & Alex.
Where: Sidewalk down the block from the Towers.
When: Late Night
What: Chance meeting.

Tonight had been a good night for Mikal. Work had been surprisingly rewarding, and she was damn near confident that she'd be able to pay the bills and afford a bit of the white stuff. It was always nice to know that not every fella in this town was cheap. But of course, in Mikal's line of work, that same thought also lead to the realization that more and more men were willing to pay out of pocket just to catch a glance at some naked girl they didn't know wriggling around to some trashy music. It seemed that every bit of positivity had some kind of tragic downside to it these days.

Like the man that had been following her for the last block or so, for example. It wasn't exactly uncommon to have some drunken sleeze lurk around outside to try his luck with the girls. Of course, most of them became disenchanted the moment they realized that, no, you didn't walk around with your clothes off all the time. But then there were those that pushed the creep factor to a new level. They were rare, but she supposed it was just one of those occupational hazards. You know, came with the territory and all.

She was doing her best to ignore it, subtley quickening her pace while she rummaged into the bag hanging by her hip for her cigarrettes. Her jacket, a simple back zip-up hoodie was slung over her left forearm, and when she finally managed to withdraw the pack of Malboro Reds she had to readjust it, slinging it over her shoulder instead so that her arm could be employed to better pack the cancer sticks instead. The smack of the cardboard box against her wrist seemed to echo; it was really rather late, and at the moment the road looked pretty much deserted. Late hours in a big city was also a hazard. She'd be sure to add it to the growing list.

Finally the Old Town Towers building came into view. Sighing in some relief, she did a slow jog the rest of the way to the stairs, pausing only briefly to pull a cig from the pack with her teeth. However, that seemed to be more than enough time for Creepy McCreepster to close the distance between them; she felt a hand on her arm just as the sole of her neon blue flat touched down on the first step leading up to the front doors. So close, and yet...

Whirling around to face her persuer, she knotted her brows and narrowed her eyes at him, jerking her arm roughly from his grasp. "Back off, asshole." An unintelligible slur was his response right before he lunged at her again, sending her off-balance so that the two stumbled away from the stairs. Adrenaline coursed through her as she found her back suddenly pressed into the wall, her heartrate accelerating with fear and anger; this guy was seriously going to do this right here!?

She groaned in disgust as the smell of his breath, a vile combination of alcohol and god-knows-what, invaded her senses but was immediately distracted when she felt one of his hands fumble clumsily for her. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Hey!" A scuffle ensued then, ending when a sound slap was delivered across her attackers face. This only served to anger him, apparently, because she felt his hand collide with her jaw a moment later, the cigarrette falling from between her lips, the taste of blood in its wake. This was not looking good.

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lex_isa_wreck
2008-07-18 08:32 pm UTC (link)

Alex had gone to work but had gotten pissed off and walked out before his shift was even halfway over. Fuck that place. And fuck those assholes that ran it. He'd find another job, no problem. And if not, well then fuck this city. He'd just go back to Tahoe. It wasn't like he really had anything keeping him here. Granted, he had friends, but it wasn't like he thought that they wouldn't understand. It was just a bad week for him, a really bad week, especially now that Serena was gone. He was going to miss her. He did miss her, no matter how pissed off he was.

As always, he had parked his Mia in the parking garage, out of harm's way, and was presently walking around to the front of the building. Had it not been for the yelling, he might not have even noticed what was about to happen. Or if he had, he may have thought it was consensual. But she did yell, and he did hear it, and he did recognize exactly what was about to take place. Yeah, no fucking way he was just going to let that happen, even if his awareness of what races lurked in this city made him wary of what he was going to be going up against.

Coming up from behind, the guy was distracted enough that it was pretty easy for Alex to grab him, turn him around, and punch him in the face. Blood, a crunch. He was human. Good for Alex, bad for him. "Didn't your mama ever teach you that that's no way to treat a woman, asshole?" He asked, and then again his fist connected with the guy's face. The guy lunged for him, but he was too drunk and Alex was too quick for him. He was met with a knee to the gut. Alex's hands entangled in the creep's hair, and he slammed his face down against his bent knee.

Blood gushing from his face, that was it, he was done, and the creep took off running, as best as he could in the state that he was in right now. Alex thought about going after him, taking out some more of that aggression of his on the mother fucker's face, but it seemed more important that he make sure the girl was okay and that she made it where ever it was that she was going with no further delay. "You alright?" He asked, a scowl finding his lips at the blood and bruising upon her face. "Looks like he cracked you pretty good. Might wanna get somethin' on that."

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mikadoll
2008-07-18 10:10 pm UTC (link)

She couldn't say she wasn't shocked (and not just a little relieved) when her attacker was suddenly ripped away from her, a shout of surprise coming from her as her hero began to unceremoniously pummel the shit out of the guy's head. Clutching her bag to her chest, she just sort of stood there and watched, not really sure how she could contribute without getting in the way, wincing everytime the man's fist made contact with the drunken slob's face. It seemed that the knee to the face was the winning blow though. Turning her head, she leaned forward off the wall to watch the drunk's stumbling exit, almost forgetting that she was in new company until he spoke.

Almond-shaped eyes turned to regard this knight in shining armor, bobbing her head in a slow bob as she reached down to readjust her shirt, a striped tanktop that had managed to ride up a bit during her little grappling match moments before. "Yea," was her breathless reply, looking a little shaken as she tenderly probed her swollen lip with her index finger, drawing a harsh breath through her teeth as the action resulted in stinging pain. "Occupational hazard number four," she muttered wryly, more to herself than to the young man that had saved her. "What an asshole. Uh, not you. Him." Just incase he was confused. "And yea, I'm sure I've got steak or something upstairs. That's what you're supposed to do, right?" Though why anyone would want to put frozen meat on their face was beyond her. Ice worked just fine, in her opinion.

Upon closer inspection of him, Mikal realized that she recognized this person. It wasn't a strong familiarity at all, but she could vaguely recall seeing his face in passing. This was, as far as she knew, the only time she had ever actually talked to him though, beyond the occasional polite 'thankyou' whenever he happened to hold the elevator for her. "Good thing you were around huh? I really owe you one." She pushed some short shards of dark hair from her brow and grinned at him, the gesture somewhat strained due to the fact that her bottom lip was beginning to swell a bit. "Those were some seriously badass moves, by the way."