Hal Killborne (halthegrey) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-06-12 18:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-04 |
Different Priorities
Who: Hal and Harri
Where: Scarlet Oaks Clinic
When: Right around 4:00pm
Hal hadn't bothered to reopen his shop after having lunch with Annie. He was too cross and wound up to deal with the general public. He was trying to work past the urge to track down Harri and beat in his face. He debated about ringing Fiona, but he didn't to presume. So he'd gone home and spend a good hour wearing himself out on his climbing wall.
After a shower and exchanging a few emails with Lux. he sat down and tried to work on a spell he'd been writing. He was having trouble with the wording and with grey magic spells, the wording was ultimately important.
Finally, he just bloody well gave up. He wasn't certain if he was any calmer, but he knew he wasn't going to be able to concentrate on anything or even sleep until he dealt with Harri. He wasn't certain what he was going to do or say, but he couldn't leave it be. Everything had just dredged up the memories of his own failed marriage. He didn't want Annie doing what he did to get away from the pain of having Harri around would cause. Especially with the revelation of him being a witch.
The idea of how that affected Annie made him grind his teeth and want to break something. Namely Harri, the way he'd hurt and broken Annie with his lies and not caring and moving here just as she was getting herself back to some semblance of peace and order.
Before he really realized what he was doing, he was driving into Scarlet Oaks, towards the clinic. He wasn't even certain if Harri would be there, but they could at least tell him where to find him. What he'd say or do when he found the blighter was still up in the air. He just couldn't get the whole conversation with Annie out of his head. And he fully blamed Harri for all of her misery. He wasn't very rational about the people he cared about; especially family, blood related or not.
He slammed the car door rather hard and started walking towards the clinic, attempting to calm down enough he didn't look like he was on the bloody warpath. If he looked like that, they'd likely ring the police instead of tell him where Harri was.
As fate had been a fickle mistress as of late, Harrison would find her striking again, but this time possibly in his favor. Instead of Hal arriving while he was still on the job and making a scene, his timing had positioned him around the time Harrison got off. He was in fact heading to his truck and prepared to go off to Sarah's for dinner. He looked like shit, his five o'clock shadow showed little evidence that he'd actually shaven that morning, and the bags under his eyes seemed to hint at lack of sleep. His shirt was rumpled and unkept- after having to pull the spare he had in his backpack due to his other having been bled on by a patient right near the end of the day. His dog tags clinked on the outside of his shirt and under his well worn leather jacket, and he looked about as run down as he felt. He also didn't notice Hal's approach to the clinic as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the box of dirty habit he'd picked up quite a few years ago. His fingers fumbled for a cigarette and once one was removed from the box he searched his pockets for his lighter.
As fortune would have it, Harri was leaving the clinic as Hal was arriving. The fact he looked like death warmed over only slightly mollified him as he approached the younger man. Folding his arms over his chest, he paused a few feet away. "Hello Harri," he greeted wryly. "You look like hell."