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Post by LIZ SHERMAN on May 23, 2011 15:10:57 GMT 1
no tears left to wash away  diaries of empty pages TAG: RED OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: THIS WAS MY FIRST LIZ POST... Liz offered a quiet thank you to the two B.P.R.D. agents as they filed past her into the hallway and on with the remainder of the tasks that they had for the evening, or perhaps home to dinner with the family, or a night out on the town. She imagined some of the agents had to have some sort of life outside of the Bureau; at least, she could hope that it was so. There had to be at least one person in the entirety of the department that had friends, family, loved ones... partners that were accountable, reliable, trustworthy... someone that would remember important dates, perhaps even the occasional birthday or holiday. Someone that would remember plans, be it a dinner date, or a training session. She knew better than to think that Red would remember things like... anniversaries, or birthdays, it wasn't something that occurred to him, and she didn't fault him for it. She didn't care that he didn't remember Valentine's day. She didn't need a card, or chocolates, or a stuffed animal to remind her that he loved her, or that she loved him.
She had known him almost all of her life, as far back as she could remember, or wanted to most of the time. She knew he was rash, and headstrong, and stubborn, and rough around the edges. She had known who he was, what he was like, long before the two of them had been together. She knew it was never going to be the Prince Charming sweeping the fragile Princess out of her tower and carrying her away on his white stallion. She didn't want it to be. She was stubborn in her own right, she was volatile, and she had a whole slew of faults, which varied depending on who was asked, she was sure. But there was one thing that she was good at. And that was being where she was supposed to be. When she was supposed to be there. And that was a trait that Red failed miserably at, at least when it didn't involve smashing something, or beer. Or preferably, she imagined, smashing something while drinking beer.
Some part of her knew that her thoughts were tinged with more cynicism than usual, admittedly, but Liz was simmering beneath the surface, a fact that the agents that had been at the training session had not missed if she was to guess by their quick retreat once the session had ended. It had been one of the monthly sessions, it was not meant to be anything all that detailed or in depth; it was a chance for the new federal agents to get a feel for how Liz, Red, Abe, and the other 'gifted' agents worked together in a given scenario. And she had reminded him every day for the last week, and at least three times yesterday, and once this morning. And still, he hadn't showed. If it wasn't something that Red wanted to do, Red didn't do it.
Collecting her jacket and sliding it on, she pulled it snug around her as she stepped out into the hallway of the bureau that had long been her home, forcing herself to run her mantra through her thoughts over and over again as she cut through the hallways to Red's room. The sounds of the dozen televisions, and the mewling cats met her first, though neither of those surprised her. Instinctively scooping up the first few of the kittens that skittered towards the door when she opened it, she curled them up in her arms, nuzzling into the largest of them for a moment and breathing in the comforting fresh scent of kitten, and milk before her gaze turned up towards the rest of the room. The door thudded shut behind her, and it didnt take her but a moment longer to find the massive and broad form of Hellboy. She almost smiled, reactively, when she caught sight of him, but it didn't take much to remind herself that she was upset with him, and she cast a frown in his direction. "You didn't show, Red." She settled for the blunt approach, not having the werewithal or the patience to try and play the guessing game with him. "You promised you'd be at the training session, and I reminded you this morning, and you didn't show." Liz did her best to keep it from being entirely accusatory, but she really couldn't curb the agitation in her tone. "You can't do that, Red -- you can't say you're going to do something, and then not do it."
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Post by hellboy on May 27, 2011 5:42:32 GMT 1
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HELLBOY
By this time of the day the aroma of alcohol, cigar smoke as thick to the ceiling as gaseous syrup and the neglected mounts of kitty litter filled the room. There was only one person who bothered to clean the place. That person happened to be a female and not the male slumbering in bed. A struggle was made. The big monster of a man talked in his sleep and moved his limbs from time to time and knocked over cans of redbull and other heavily caffeinated beverages. This dream, or whatever the man was having, appeared to be quite a violent one. Even the felines in the room took refuge in random corners of the area like crazy mental institution patients as they paced and rocked back in forth in terror.
A large red hand reached over from the bed. All five of the fingers man-handled a pistol a large six shooter. The man waved the gun around as he pushed himself up off of the bed. As soon as his body moved a mountain of cans came pouring from the bed. In just three hours this guy had enough aluminum to build a small statue. Both the sheet and comforter set covering his body were used to contain the fallen trash. He placed every can into the good sheets that he liked to wash every fiscal year. The ends of the coverings were tied together so that he made a makeshift trash bag.
"Damnit," he said to himself. Some of the liquids had gotten all over his chest. Fortunately, he was bare chested anyways. The only thing this man had on was a pair of black pants and some heavy boots. Otherwise from that the only companion he had other than minimal clothing was a set of prayer beads and a cross emblem as a charm to this bed necklace that was wrapped around his wrist. He dared not touch the cross.
This creature of a man yawned and managed to belch at the same time. Therefore, he got a nasty after taste of the dinner he had last night. "Eh, shit, spaghetti is good but man it gives you the skunk breath," the demon joked. His feet shuffled against the ground. More yawns came out of his mouth. He looked like a giant red zombie. Cats circled around him, meowed at him and walked next to him as each were savoring the meal that was supposed to have been served over and hour ago. "Alright, alright, hold your horses. You all are a buncha free loaders. Better be glad I love ya. Anything small and unemployed is a liability. Eh, but who's countin'? Ain't like I'm paying for this. Uncle Sammy's paying for this," he said as if he were comforting the animals.
The door to the room opened. This occurred just when the feeding began. Can after can of cat food was opened. There was no set amount for how he opened the food. He just casually laid out everything for the felines to eat. There wasn't a single care for diet. Then again, after considering how he ate, this man didn't quite understand the meaning of the word "moderation." One thing he did wish that came in moderation was criticism.
"Here it comes. Geez, they give me a gun, they give me a vehicle, they give me a cool pad like this and they can't give me a bullet proof vest," he said. The man was being sarcastic. However, even a flak vest wouldn't protect him from the verbal gun fire he would receive. Once her voice elevated that was the time that he decided to do other things. Typically, whenever she was just a little mad, Hellboy would do other things in order to keep himself from engaging in an argument with her. He didn't want to pour gasoline on the fire. Most times, he'd just say, "Yes dear" or "You know what? You're right" even when Liz was wrong. He always figured that it was pointless to try to argue with a woman because he believed he would never win.
Hellboy pretended like he was interested in the news. "Really? Wow, hey, babe, there's some conspiracy theorist on the tube saying that we had a cure for AIDs all along. Go figure. The crazy stuff people are willing to believe," the red creature said with a laugh behind his words. He tried a complex strategy that didn't work. That was the problem with Hellboy. He was smart after all but he just other thought his way of engaging in mental combat so much to the point where the only reason why his methods failed was due to the overpowering strength of the attempt. Red tried to combine a joke with the seriousness of AIDs. He believed that surely Liz would have forgotten about him not showing up to that training session.
Liz didn't look very amused. A sigh left his lips. He understood why she was pissed. Red couldn't blame her. He overslept. To him this whole training idea was something that he didn't think that he needed. At the same time he did understand why Liz wanted him there and that reason was mostly because the two of them could do it together versus Liz having to do it on her own. Still, he didn't want to go to that training session anyways. Liz wouldn't do things that he wanted her to do all of the time and she naturally shouldn't. So he didn't get why he had to comply with her every order.
"Sorry, I got tired. Besides, I don't need training. Killed myself plenty of monsters without training. And ain't this the same training all of these agents receive? Funny. They typically die and I don't. So much for your training," he said. Red's eyes stayed glued to the television. His last words were brave ones. But he figured as long as he didn't make eye contact with Liz he was safe.
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Post by LIZ SHERMAN on May 29, 2011 2:28:52 GMT 1
no tears left to wash away diaries of empty pages TAG: RED OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: <3 HB.
“I’m not mad about the training session, Red.” Liz replied, with a frown as she watched him brush aside beer cans and continue with the popping open of one canned cat food after the next. She felt her stomach clench at the addition to the aromas that hung in the air of Red's rooms. Thankfully that lasted only a moment but the sour residue that it left in the back of her throat stung, an uncomfortable sensation in and of itself, and she swallowed several times to try and wash it away. “The session isn’t the point,” She reiterated after the moment’s pause, having lost her momentum, but she picked it up quickly enough. “It’s the point of it that you told me you would be there, and you weren’t. It’s a matter of trust, and knowing that when you say you’ll do something, you’ll do it.” A hand rose, to gesture towards the room around them, even as she crouched to drop the kittens to the floor. “How many times have you told me in the last week that you would clean this place up – that you would get rid of some of this stuff – and you haven’t?” She questioned, her exasperation ringing through in her tone, even as her hands came to cross over her ribcage once more, her jaw setting stubbornly as she tilted her head up to meet his gaze.
“How long have we been doing this?” Liz questioned, after another pause, her shoulders curling up in a tight shrug as she tried to keep her tone from rising too many degrees higher in volume or pitch than was already slipping away from her. “Come on, Red. You know that I love you, and I know that you love me, but you have got to grow up. You have to take responsibility here.” He was such a kid at heart, in so many ways… and it was true enough that that was part of the reason that she loved him as much as she did. How he managed to stay in some ways so naïve, and so gentle, amidst all of the horror of the world that they had encountered, and that they had seen, she didn’t know… and she didn’t want him to lose that part of him, that streak of innocence that made him who he was – but there came a time in everyone’s life that they had to take that step from adolescent indulgence, to adulthood. And she was fairly certain that sixty-odd years was a good time frame, even for him. “It is not too much to ask for you to do what you say you will – you want me here, you have to make some exceptions, you have to make some room, and you have got to clean up!” She said, and not for the first time, and as best as she could remember not even the first time today.
She could feel the agitation in her pulse, the increased heart rate, the rise of the temperature of her blood, the pressure that built in her temple and in her palms, as the anger spurred the heat of the fire. She let out a slow breath, her fingers tight against her arms, as she concentrated on the words that had become her mantra, that had become her rock, the phrases that had allowed her to eventually, and finally, regain control of her power. The fire is not my enemy. It is in me. It is a part of me. It is mine. “Even if you don’t want to admit it, Red, you’re all grown up now. You should really start trying to act like it sometimes,” Liz said, with a sigh, opening her eyes as the heat receded to the core of her again, at least for the moment. No fire yet, though the cats had slunk off to wrap around Red’s feet or stare at her from under the bed. She cast them a slightly disgruntled look. Traitors…
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Post by hellboy on May 29, 2011 5:00:35 GMT 1
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HELLBOY
His strategy of avoiding her gaze didn't work. Then again, it never seemed to work. Hellboy thought that she just liked to argue. In some ways, he just wished she would see things his way. Since he understood that Liz never understood his point of view on situations of life and maturity Red didn't bother trying to explain his feelings to her. That was his fault too. He didn't even want to go to counseling. Nothing on television could mask her voice. The more he heard her the more he wanted to say something back.
His temper was about to explode as well. This little pair up was probably the worst in terms of tolerance of each other. Fortunately, the intolerable feelings between the two of them didn't exist very often but when those feelings did appear nasty arguments had a tendency to occur. He stood up, turned to Liz and shook his head. "Right, so, let me get this straight. Because you ask me to do something I'm just supposed to do it? No, Liz, that's what a little boy does. See, you can tell a child to do something and he is supposed to do it because he is a child. Since you think I'm such a man then start treating me like one," he demanded. No, he didn't ask. He demanded. Red folded his arms as a show of him putting his foot down. He didn't want to budge from that spot. It was a show of defiance and true immaturity.
It wouldn't take much for Liz to probably realize that Hellboy knew she was right. As much as he didn't want to move he did move to pick up some of the trash littering the floor. Liz was more than just someone that he loved. In a lot of ways she had to act like his mother too because he never really had a female figure in his life. So to hear this woman telling him to treat his life, how to treat her and how to upgrade his living situation was foreign words. One has to consider the fact that Red spent a lot of time around soldiers. Sure, soldiers were neat but the living conditions weren't neat back then. And on top of that, the way Hellboy treated Liz stemmed from the perception of what a typical soldier fighting in WW2 was like. A lot of soldiers had wives cheat on them or leave them because they were fighting the war too much. So, even as a small child, Hellboy was exposed to a lot of words, language and perceptions about women. So while he loved Liz he simply did not know how to treat a woman sometimes. A normal child being exposed to that kind of nonsense had a chance of retaining of the ideas and behaviors being visually shown. So, Hellboy, having lived more than double a child's life had a larger amount of exposure.
"I'm not discussing this right now Liz. You just want to argue. I can't believe I was going to fall into your argument trap. You aren't perfect either. Then again, I don't even want to tell you that because you'll never realize it. I love you too. I just don't think you know just how much," he said. Hellboy placed some of the cans and garbage into the trashcan. Of course, there was no way to put all of the trash in the room into the can. He let the garbage build up too much. "You know, you say I need to grow up. Well, perhaps you need to shrink. I'm not going to always think or want what you want Liz. That's why we're two different people. That's the whole point of being different," he tried to explain. Hellboy could have picked better words but he wasn't that great with words.
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Post by LIZ SHERMAN on Jun 2, 2011 20:56:22 GMT 1
no tears left to wash away diaries of empty pages TAG: RED OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: <3 HB.
"It was Manning that called the meeting, Red. I was just trying to make sure you'd be there, and you're the one that promised you would be. You didn't keep your word, Red, you slept instead, or you watched your shows and drink your beers." She frowned at him, nuzzling briefly the orange tabby that she'd scooped up, scruffling it behind the ears before it pushed away, dropping to the floor with a meowl and wandering along the pyramid of televisions that took up the center of the room. "You have a responsibility, not only to the Bureau, but to yourself. Your word, Red. I know it means something to you." Honor meant a lot to Hellboy, she knew because she'd known his father, the man who had been like a father to herself through the last half of her life. He had taken care of her, and taken care of Red, and he had instilled a confidence in her, however small a seed, that she would have ever known without his quiet strength and warmth. Even still, she didn't mention how his father would have reacted to their current argument. No matter how long it had been, it was a sore spot, a wound that she didn't want to poke. She didn't want to hurt Red, she just wanted to try and make him understand.
"I don't expect a miracle, Red. But it wouldn't kill you to put a little bit of effort into this relationship, you know. If you tell me you're going to do something, do it, whether it's showing up somewhere, or cleaning up some... Look at this place, Red, it's a disaster. I know you love me, but that means making room for me, making some adjustments, in the way you live, not just spending time with me when it suits you. You tell me you want me to stay here, but you don't pick up, you don't clean up at all." She declared, her words growing in volume the more the conversation went on. Argument trap. She couldn't believe that he was going to turn this around on her. As if it was her fault, when she'd told him. How many times had she told him he had to clean up some, pick up a little, maybe clear a drawer for her to put a book or clean underwear for the nights she spent here. She was tired of picking up after him, tired of emptying litter boxes and tossing out beer cans and half empty cat food cans. She didn't mind the cats, she thought it was a sweet affectation of his, and just proved further to her that there was a goodness in him that others would easily overlook.
"I'm not going to shrink, Red. I am an adult, I have been for a while now, and sure, I don't mind moments of playing around, but you can't live like this. You can't expect me to live like this." A flicker of flames sparked to life briefly in her palms, a ripple of heat washing around her, though her hands curled around the flames, pulling the first hint of fire back into herself. There were times when she thought the best thing that could happen to Red's rooms would be to leave it all to burn, but that wouldn't happen, she wouldn't let it, and she didn't really want to destroy his things; he had memorabilia from throughout his lifetime and even if he was a packrat and couldn't bear to part with anything, she just wanted some sign that he actually wanted to make room for her. Not just here, but in his life, and the fact that he couldn't seem to do that was infuriating.
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Post by THE STAFF on Jun 20, 2011 0:21:04 GMT 1
 Archived due to the loss/inactivity of Hellboy.
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