Insatiable

What Are You Listening To?

𝐇 𝐈 𝐍 𝐃 𝐒 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓

@Wade Wilson lol that's perfectly fine as long as you've notified me about it. Tbh, I'm in a worse situation, but I'm hopeful that everything's going to calm down by April since I'll be granted a 3-day vacation on the 2nd week of the month.

So for now, just take your time. I have that long wait = good post kind of preference, so I really don't mind waiting for another week or so. :)

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@DJAtomika @FantasyChic

Hey! sorry if I haven't been online recently. Unfortunately, I won't be able to do the collab due to the fact that I'm completely overloaded with a lot of stuff irl. I know I was supposed to be the one to start this, but I really can't and I'm so sorry. If you still wish to continue, you both can do the collab not unless the plot is moved up until the next weekends (which I'll be available for sure) then I can definitely continue this. Again, I'm really sorry. :(

A string of coincidences

@ASplashOfMusic

and after a two-week delay, the post is now up!

A string of coincidences

Ted stared out of the taxi's window, peering across bustling streets and the dense traffic that led towards a narrow intersection. It was almost 6:30 in the evening, which was his usual time of dread where he'd receive multiple missed calls and text messages from his wife, Rose, all evidently asking for his current whereabouts. He'd wish to turn off the damn thing, but then it would only increase the woman's aggravation which certainly won't give him a pleasant experience once he'd hit home. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. Lately, he found sleep to be elusive. It was the third day since the case was appointed to him and being called out at unforgiving hours to work has never been so miserable than what he'd expect. He hoped the following week would be able to compensate, but given the precinct's hastiness, he'd half expect that nothing was to change.

Tapping the case folder sitting on his lap, he noticed there was no progress with the traffic ahead. An exasperated sigh acknowledged the situation, though he'd wish he could do something about it. He took a quick peek at the driver, silently observing out of boredom. He would consider on playing some games on his phone or proof-reading some of the case's victim files, but he'd ask for something more interesting. Luckily Uber's services had improved effectively, not like before when it would take an eternity before a driver accepted one's call from their impeccable app. Words were stringing in his head, about to usher in a conversation when his phone rang.

He grabbed the device, swiped a finger across its screen and prepared for the worst. Supposedly, he shouldn't answer it, but he established a rule to himself to acknowledge every 5th call his wife would make just to calm the woman. This time it was now the twentieth, and it was not going to sound pleasant. With a few unbearable screeching and unintelligible blabber, he finally got to where the call was going and, as usual, Rose was asking where he was. Being stuck in traffic has always been the template of response which someone would believe only when it would be said first, but when it became a repetitious reason, even if it was truly the situation being faced, doubt was to follow afterwards. Rose always believed the importance of family dinners, and Ted appreciated that. Sometimes he just wished she'd understand.

Exhausted, he hung his head low, breathing laboriously but making it less noticeable to the driver. He needed a vacation, and that was what he would plan to ask should the case be resolved. He glanced back at the window and hoped the traffic would make at least some progress within the next few minutes. He squinted at the driver's windshield, suspecting a Toyota ahead of them with a slightly open trunk and a dead left tail light which appeared to be not working from the looks of it. He'd be interested to intervene whoever was driving the car but it felt somewhat tedious to venture outside with the horde of vehicles lining up to cross the intersection.

Finally the words lost by the sudden phone call had made their way back into Ted's thoughts. He brushed a hand to his hair, casually trying to retain his formality even though he assumed the driver was focused on the what was ahead.

"Jesus, it's been almost thirty minutes and it's like we haven't even moved an inch. Don't you agree?" Ted asked, though he wished he could've said it elegantly rather than for the sake of starting up a conversation. "I mean, yeah, it's kind of okay if you don't have at least twenty missed calls from your wife asking where you are because she's so religious with the family dinner thing," He paused, chuckling in the process. "but whatever, I guess this is just the way of life."

He glanced up to the rear-view mirror, catching a reflection of himself with his usual attire.

"How about you? how's life been to you lately? I hope there weren't any break-ups. My son just had his a week ago and boy, I had to counsel him for four days straight about how he should move on. At first, it does sound like a joke when you think about it but when you actually do it, it becomes way more serious."

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@FantasyChic @DJAtomika

I'll be shooting some ideas for the collab on Discord now that I'm free from work. Might gonna do it later-ish though, but if you both have some ideas of your own, feel free to hit me up.

𝐇 𝐈 𝐍 𝐃 𝐒 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓

@Wade Wilson

It felt like an eternity waiting to be free from work but finally! Anyway, post is a bit shorter than the previous. Hope it's good enough.

𝐇 𝐈 𝐍 𝐃 𝐒 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓

The man's response was, at best, intriguing though Nelson was forced to step back from the frantic queries as if he would think violence was to follow afterwards. Thankfully it didn't, but he still readied his fists from behind lest things were to escalate in a brawl. One thing was for certain: the man wasn't a bandit, but him wondering why he woke up unaware of his surroundings had given Nelson a curious thought. Was he really kidnapped? and if he was, where was the person who did it? They could be armed for all he knew and initiate an ambush anytime from behind. Nelson peeked from left to right, clumsily observing for any noises under his suspicion. What he only heard so far were the man's loud spoken words which, to no extent, helped sighting any possibilities.

"Who am I? well, that's not important. What matters right now is you being quiet so that we will know the answer to your questions."

Head hung low, eyes watched as the man got to his feet, appearing to limp backwards with a look that held an unwelcoming glare. Nelson reached for another cigarette, lighting it up casually as it was placed pressed between his lips. When he glanced at the pack, there were only three left, and it was not looking good.

His thoughts wandered back to the bloodied table, deducting the chances like he was peeling a potato with his bare hands. Perhaps it could be connected with the man's situation, but then again, he wouldn't be quick to judge if it happened to be the case. It was not important however. Nelson knew that he needed to impart something soon and help was more than what he wanted.

With a quick puff of smoke, Nelson faced the man, mindless of his current state of unknowing.

"Anyway, I'm pretty sure whoever did it got away, but thank God I found you because I need help." As he placed his lighter back to his pocket, he stepped forward. "I'm not gonna tell anything yet at this point until we get out of here before someone or something steps in. Hopefully it won't be a something if ever worse comes to worst."

Awkward steps shifted into a rushed pace. When he was up close to the man, he would grab his arm with his in a bold attempt to end the contact unquestioned. He could only hope the man won't retaliate and respond with another set of questions, though it felt much more like wishful thinking than anything else. Time, as what he knew, have been running short and ending up in places devoid of resources was already impeding his pursuit.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@FantasyChic Yep, though I won't be available for collabing until the weekends (sorry about that, work and rl are both unforgiving this week) but once I'm free, I'll just ping you on Discord.

𝐇 𝐈 𝐍 𝐃 𝐒 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓

@Wade Wilson lol are you kidding? your post is fantastic.

Anyway, I'll have mine on the weekends. Work's being a butt again >.>