Arkin Ford (insidiousmind) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2015-01-18 03:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | arkin ford, chase beckett, tristan cadwalader, vanessa castillo |
Who: Arkin and Tristan with Future Appearances of Chase and Vanessa
What: A First and a Last Meeting
When: Tonight; January 26th
Where: An Alley in Utopia
Warnings: Major Character Deaths; the passing on of a legacy; NOTHING was as it seemed...
Soundtrack: ...I never meant for you to fix yourself...
Status: Ongoing
The chill in the air cut down to the bone, sharp and clear like glass that reflected the imperfect city they were all trapped in. The silhouettes of old architecture blocking the horizon as standing ghosts of man made ambition. Each seen as indestructible upon creation until time and its harsh reality beat them down into cracking, aging shells. Fractured like all that blue sky above them, cut up by invisible strings of light that shackled each person to the consequences of their choices. Most made carelessly without a second thought as they wove themselves together in random patterns and then recklessly tore it all apart. All that mindless work amounting to nothing. Easily forgotten as time relentlessly pulled them forward to live inconsequential lives without the power of ever knowing that it was all going to come crashing down over their heads.
Before, all of this would have meant very little to who Arkin used to be. Overly simplistic with twisted little secrets that he’d buried down deep under the task of being a father. Not wanting anything less than what he already had and certainly nothing more than a young girl’s love and good health. By now he’d lost both, that last fragile part of his humanity shattering with barely an echo. Deteriorating back to dust that got so easily lost in all of the darkness inside of him that it was almost like it had never existed at all. The man before the monster that had needed to lose everything to realize how broken he’d truly become. The mark he intended to leave on the face of the world staying true but his aim wavering. Bloodying perfect lines with casualties on the whims of a growing appetite rather than to satisfy his current goals. So when the death of his daughter came and his first overwhelming impulse was to decimate New Waverly and every pathetic, insignificant waste of life inside of it Arkin knew that it was time.
After all his opinion of broken tools was no secret to those in his Collection and with such immense failure weighing down on Chase’s shoulders Arkin knew the man wouldn’t dare fail him twice. So it was with confidence and an unflinching sense of purpose that he arrived in front of a familiar door at this specific time. Every possibility and distraction accounted for and dealt with to provide them privacy for a conversation that would have great repercussions. The span of which was yet to be determined as he knocked with two knuckles on the back of the front door. Knowing that if he was going to get the reaction he desired he’d have to show a deliberate irreverence to everything that Tristan Cadwalader held dear; like invading the man's home.
The lines of probability around Arkin shivering with anticipation at each passing second before a hand twisted the door knob from the other side. All of them wrapping into one as it opened, stilling for just a breath before their eyes met and the line forked again with new possibilities. Arkin’s typically blank expression breaking as his lips curled into an almost pleasant smile. Words kind and familiar as if he was speaking to a friend, “Tristan Cadwalader. I think we've postponed this introduction for far too long, don't you? At least on your end. But there isn't I name I could give you to truly clarify this for you. So I'll just help you along. I am one of the people Edith Olsen fears the most in this world. My actions indirectly sending her fleeing into your incapable arms. Except today I'm not here for her. No, today we're going to have a talk and if you ask the right questions you get to find out why."
With that said Arkin turned with a casual grace and walked back down the steps. Their true destination already in mind and no hint of a doubt that the man behind him would quickly follow.