Who: Kale and Mark What: Kale is less than thrilled with the security at Astor Ridge Where: Mark's office When: Sunday Morning Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
Kale wasn’t a man who enjoyed confrontation – not because he couldn’t handle himself, because that was far from the truth, but he always found it much easier to just let the small things slide rather than make a big to-do about absolutely nothing. He chose his battles, and bit his tongue, and usually kept his head pretty damn straight on his shoulders. He wasn’t a man who was easily rattled…yet, the entire time he had been staying at Astor Ridge, he found himself consistently rattled. He found it hard to sleep, even impossible for the last week, but because his schedule was so hectic, he hadn’t had the chance to speak to someone who he had been definitely looking to speaking with: the head of security as Astor Ridge.
It was Sunday afternoon, 5 days too many between then and February 14th – Valentine’s Day, his birthday, and the night he had come home to find Briar-Rose King laying naked on his bed. His main concern for the last couple of days had been making sure she was okay, since her pupils were the size of fucking saucers, and she couldn’t even remember how she had gotten there. Then Basile had wound up in jail somehow, the same night.
It didn’t make sense…nothing made sense, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.
Determined, and sleep deprived, Kale climbed down the steps of the building, asking around for who was in charge of the security team that always seemed to be around, except for when people actually needed them. He was lead to a man named Mark Eisenhour, thanked the woman at the desk who had told him where to find him, and set off on his journey to find him.
His fist curled to knock on the door – a casual knock, considering the fact that the man was wound like a fucking top, and he stepped back, waiting for the door to the Security office to swing open. When it finally did, Kale had to tilt his head back a bit just to make eye contact with the slightly taller man.
“Mark Eisenhour?” When his identity was confirmed, Kale shifted his weight, extended a hand as a formality, and continued. “My name is Kale Sullivan – I have an apartment here on the 9th floor." His hand dropped. "I’d like to have a word with you, addressing some of the concerns I have about the security here in the building.”
Straight and to the point, he didn’t want to waste any more time.