| Submitted for Feedback -- "The Catalyst" |
[10 Mar 2007|09:17pm] |
( Posted with permission from Stargazer )
[NPCs Dean and Detective Starnes were written by Stargazer; NPCs Gerald and Cory Watkins were written by Jeff.]
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| Steadily Downwards |
[09 Mar 2007|06:32pm] |
[posted with Carley's permission]
It had been a long day for GW, but a productive and satisfying one.
The band had decided to record an album of original material, and today had been thier first day in the studio. Instead of signing with a major label, which given their style of music wasn't all that likely, they were staying independent and working to promote their music through word of mouth and the internet. More and more bands were doing that these days, so they were hopeful.
It would take several more days of studio time to have enough quality material to fill the album, days that would be spread over weeks due to their live performances. But still, it was a good first step.
He took the steps leading up to Meredith's apartment two at a time, looking forward to spending some quality time with his girlfriend and telling her about his day. There was also the matter of Elian to discuss, and GW still wasn't sure exactly how to bring it up without getting into a fight.
For now he'd just play it by ear and hope that the right time would present itself. There was always the hope that a miracle had occurred and either Meredith had changed her mind or Elian's memories had returned on their own, but GW wasn't counting on it.
Nimble fingers worked a soft cloth in small circles, running it over the convex glass surface of a flawless zoom lens. Meredith sat in the silence of her apartment at her kitchen table, photography equipment sprawled out on the table before her.
A lazy afternoon with nothing else to do gave the brunette plenty of time to clean and organize her gear. Having so much of it made the task rather daunting, but it had to eventually be done. Grey cards, a spot meter, camera bodies both film and digital, rolls of film and various other items lay scattered around her.
It kept her mind busy. There was far too much going through it, and with her hands busy and concentration fixed, it left little time for her to think about whatever else was resting on the forefront of her subconscious. However, she wasn't able to completely tune it out; She'd still end up thinking about Elian and how good it was to see him again, to talk to him, and to see the look on Lorne's face when the demon saw him again too.
That had been the good part. The bad part had been his complete and total reluctance to jump back into his old life. She could understand that he was scared of the new life he ended up in. Sure, demons and evil things certainly never left a good taste in anyone's mouth, but what was the point in trying to hide from it?
Her hands stopped moving when she heard the footsteps on her front porch. She wasn't expecting anyone this afternoon, so curiously, she looked towards the door to see if the particular individual would knock on her door.
( Not seeing eye to eye, not hearing ear to ear. )
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