Hallway Kismet

[guard_of_az]

Who: Johnson, Dave, Angela
What: Johnson and a certain little girl meet...
When: February 2nd, Noon.
Where: Hallway, Guards Wing.

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[angela_konner]

Shying a little bit to the side as "Johnson" kneeled before her, Angela fidgeted slightly. Her grandfather, Mister Konner, had raised her, telling her to always look people in the eye as they spoke to you. "It shows that you're strong." he had told Angela at age nine, his cold dark brown gaze forever burned into her mind in that memory.

With a small bit of effort, she raised her head again, face-to-face with the strangely large man. Now that he was closer, Angela started running through her thoughts. Should she run? No way, he'd have her caught in a second. Out of politeness, though, "Johnson" had introduced himself, and it would only be fair if she returned the gesture.

"My name is Angela, Mister Johnson. Angela Calixte Konner. My granddad, Mister Konner is in the infirmary." The girl stopped. "Oh, he died, I just forgot." Once again, she lowered her gaze, deciding not to be polite, but mourn for the moment. Even though Mister Konner had been cold towards her, he had still cared for and sheltered her for five annuals. With a little hesitation, Angela reached out and took the large, offered hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Mister Johnson. You don't seem too scary...Scary people kill you, not shake your hand." The brunette smiled, a tiny little upturn of plush lips.

[guard_of_az]

The girl raised her head to look at him, pinning him with her golden green gaze, and something twisted in his gut at the fear he saw in her eyes. As well as the fact that she moved away from him as he knelt to the ground. It was not like the odd, yet endearing redhead Scraps. She shied away from nearly all people to a degree, especially men, in an entirely instinctive action that revealed pain as being a part of her past. This one seemed to be more of a calmer reaction, but a negative one nonetheless.

It was also a reaction he was all too used to getting, this instantaneous fear from those smaller and/or weaker than hem. Which was most people.

He nearly sighed and stood to leave her to her space, find another guard to ask her where she belonged. It surprised him when she introduced herself, solving the mystery of where she had come from. Remembering his own feelings when his grandmother had died, shortly after his seventeenth birthday, he nodded once. "Are you alone here?"

Johnson's parents had both died when he had been just three annuals old, nothing out of the ordinary, a car accident during a visit to Central City. His grandmother had bounced the toddler on her hip at the double funeral, and told him when he was older that he had not cried at the gun salute. That he was destined to follow in his father's footsteps in becoming a decorated soldier. in service to the Queen of the O.Z..

His father had served Queen Lavender's mother, he served Queen Lavender and soon would serve Queen D.G.. Just as a guard however, no more a foot soldier, that part of his life was over now. Too many annuals fighting in and out of trenches and preparing ambushes, too much for any man's tastes, he thought. He just wanted to finally start a new life with his husband.

The girl, Angela, slipped her tiny hand into his, bringing him out of his thoughts. Both the handshake and her comment surprised him enough for a small smile to pull at his lips.

Behind him, he heard, someone was coming up the corridor towards the pair. Johnson broke off the surprisingly intense moment of eye contact to look over his shoulder.

[purplerhino]

"Don't be afraid of him, sweetie, he's a big, ol' stuffed bear under that exterior." Dave had been surprised to see his husband on one knee before a pretty little girl.

Dave raised an eyebrow. "Now when I flirt it's right in front of you. You're proposing behind my back." His lips curled in a teasing smile.

The little girl was a beauty, and promised to be a heart breaker when she got older.

"So what brings a ray of sunshine, like yourself to the guard wing?" He hoped they hadn't arrested one of her parents or something.

[angela_konner]

Her smile grew slightly as Johnson himself smiled. Sure, it was a small smile, but it was a smile none the less. Smiles were something that she hadn't seem much, ever since she had moved in with Mister Konner. Honestly, she missed them.

"Yes," she answered, nodding to Johnson's question. "Since Mister Konner is gone, I have no place to go."

However, Angela jumped again as yet another presence made itself known. She followed Johnson's eyes and relaxed as he other man spoke. He sounded gentle, on obviously trusted Mister Johnson too. Okay, so they were both good guys.

Tiny hands slipped to cover her mouth as a giggle escaped her lips, a soft bell-like chime of a sound. She found Dave's teasing funny, since he was teasing the 'big 'ol stuffed bear' that was Johnson.

Once again, Angela introduced herself. "I'm Angela Calixte Konner, Sir." she started off. "I walked here from the mortuary part of the infirmary." Though Dave had greeted her kindly, Angela made a confused face.

"Ray of sunshine?" she thought for a moment before smiling brightly, lifting her face towards the two men.

[guard_of_az]

The smile that grew on her face seemed rusty, as if she had not used it in quite a long time. Sad, as she was a pretty little thing, and children should always have a reason to smile. When she told him that she was alone, with nowhere to go, he understood that he likely had had little reason to smile. As they all had.

Why the hell did she call her grandfather 'Mister Konner?'

"This is Dave," Johnson explained, seeing as he had not introduced himself. "My husband." Dave's teasing earned him a roll of his eyes, but little other reaction. When they had first met, the trait had seemed flippant and out of place, annoying almost. Now, after these last annuals since that fateful meeting, it was just...Dave, and Johnson would not even want to change that.

Her giggle was unexpected, as she just carried an air of soul deep sadness around her. It was a welcome sound, however, even as she pulled her hand away to cover her mouth. The action made him wonder if she was as unused to laughing as she seemed to be with smiling, and just what had made a little girl so serious. The second smile that graced her face was brighter, wider, as if she was already remembering how to perform the action.

He stood, turning his body halfway towards the other man, looking him in the eye. "Her grandfather's just passed, says she has nowhere left to go." Purposefully, he kept his tone low, which with his gravelly voice meant that it was more vibration than sound.

[purplerhino]

"Didn't anyone notice, or ask? I mean, she's just left to wander around the castle?" The healers should have asked whom to call or contact.

"No family, angel? Anyone we can call for you?"

The orphanages were almost bursting with the children left behind by the battles and the witches reign. The youngest were finding homes, and sometimes an elder sibling to the young, but the older kids...

It was why he and Greg talked about adopting one of the kids over ten. A surrogate to have one of their own seemed... too much like cheating, as sex would have to be involved. And for all of Dave's flirting and innuendo, they both knew he'd never really cheat.

[angela_konner]

Angela bit her lip as Dave asked why nobody had noticed or asked why there was a strange young girl wandering around. Maybe she should head back to the country and find work?

Big brown eyes blinked softly as their introductions were given, and she shook her head 'no' as Dave asked if she had anyone to call. With Mister Konner dead, and her brother missing in action, more than likely deceased himself, Angela was surely all alone now. That thought caused her to lower her gaze again.

"No, Mister Dave. No family...Nobody to call.." she said softly, before looking back up at Johnson and Dave. These two were 'husbands', Johnson had said. They were a family of a different sort, but still, a family none the less. Angela sighed a little and stood up. "Maybe I should leave? Since I'm not really part of this palace, after all. I was just here...for Mister Konner."

[guard_of_az]

After a look over his shoulder at the girl, he looked back at his husband. Surprising that she seemed to catch a bit of their conversation, based off of the melting of her momentarily happy expression, as they were not being overly loud. Good ears. "Infirmary's overloaded, one little girl's easy to lose in chaos." Not a pleasant fact, but a fact nonetheless.

Too many children had lost too much in the last annuals, and here was yet another victim.

The sorrowful look in her big eyes then, accompanied by a downturn of her lips was practically lethal. Before she was looking back down at her lap, a truly pitiful picture.

"Any idea what to do? The Orphanages are no place for a little girl, she would be more lost there." Johnson did not like the poor girl getting shuttled off to an overcrowded institution where she would be lucky to get any attention at all. The memory of their recent conversation about reviving their idea of adoption came to mind. "We were talking about it earlier..."