*Hearing his best friend rapping on the door, Caleb begins to stir. He’s been in the same position since he passed out last night, the half empty bottle and cup still resting on his dresser. Unlike normal, Caleb is wearing a gray T-shirt and a pair of faded jeans, which must have been buried deep in his closet. *
“Whua ….” *Caleb looks around, needing a moment to adjust to the daylight.* “Trevor? Is that you?”
*Trevor looks Caleb up and down, noticing the day-old sweat stains on the t-shirt and his dishevelled hair.*
"Jesus Christ, man" Trevor tells Caleb, waving one hand theatrically in front of his face. "Apparently you lost track of your mouthwash, too. Can't say the Captain Jack you substituted it with is an improvement."
*Trevor walks in past Caleb, glancing to the phone stand next to the television. The telephone is still on the table, though the right side of it is melted. The answering machine which usually sits next to it seems to actually be half-embedded in the wall behind the stand.*
"You know," Trevor tells Caleb, only a small part of him joking, "That mess right there answers the question of why your phone isn't working, but it brings up a whole other set of question at the same time."
*Corrine had been sitting on the bench across the street from Caleb's apartment building all day. She'd had three coffees, two pretzels, and was now working her way through a 26-pack of gum. She was halfway done.
*She'd seen Trevor go in, but there'd been no movement visible through the drawn blinds in Caleb's apartment. He hadn't answered her phone calls, and sometime last night he must've taken it off the hook, along with turning off his cell phone. He didn't want to talk to her. She knew that.
*Still, here she was, standing in front of his door, knocking.* Like a dummy. Never know when to give it up, do you?
*The moment the knock comes at the door, Caleb focuses on it. A soul with waves of magic emanating there from - it doesn’t take long to guess who that might be. Caleb looks at Trevor, quickly shaking his head no.* “I’ll get it.”
*He strides over to the door and opens it. There isn’t a hint of anger anywhere about the man, and his face is an emotional void. His eyes, however, betray his sorrow.* “Greetings. I can’t say I was expecting you.”
*Corrine's biting the inside of her bottom lip, trying to keep the sarcasm within reach. She has no right to be indignant, not after what she said.* 'Greetings'? Guess I dserve that.
*Corrine gives Trevor a slightly annoyed look, but can’t help but nod.* Mama was… *She purses her lips.* Mama was scared of what she didn’t understand. God works in mysterious ways. She thought I was cursed. I think I’m blessed.
*She turns back to Caleb with a sigh.* And it’s not that I don’t trust you. It has nothing to do with that. I _know_ you’re not evil-but the fact of the matter is, you’re part demon. That, in and of itself, is what makes me uneasy. I said it wrong yesterday, but the point still remains; you’ve got tainted blood running through your veins, and as much as I don’t like it, everything I know tells me being with you automatically damns me.
_That’s_ what’s upsetting me. The fact that I know all of that, and I don’t care, even if I feel like I should.
“You seem like quite the theologian. Correct me if I’m wrong, of course, but don’t most Christian sects teach that it’s a sin to believe there is a transgression god can’t forgive? I’m overwhelmingly more human than demon, after all.”
I hadn't thought about that, no. It's a possibility, I guess. I don't believe in the 'sins of the father' crap... *She shakes her head.*
I mean... you're good. I know you're good. And... you... if I'm wrong in this, tell me, but you seem to dislike this whole demon thing as much as I do, and...
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“Whua ….” *Caleb looks around, needing a moment to adjust to the daylight.* “Trevor? Is that you?”
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"Jesus Christ, man" Trevor tells Caleb, waving one hand theatrically in front of his face. "Apparently you lost track of your mouthwash, too. Can't say the Captain Jack you substituted it with is an improvement."
*Trevor walks in past Caleb, glancing to the phone stand next to the television. The telephone is still on the table, though the right side of it is melted. The answering machine which usually sits next to it seems to actually be half-embedded in the wall behind the stand.*
"You know," Trevor tells Caleb, only a small part of him joking, "That mess right there answers the question of why your phone isn't working, but it brings up a whole other set of question at the same time."
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*She'd seen Trevor go in, but there'd been no movement visible through the drawn blinds in Caleb's apartment. He hadn't answered her phone calls, and sometime last night he must've taken it off the hook, along with turning off his cell phone. He didn't want to talk to her. She knew that.
*Still, here she was, standing in front of his door, knocking.* Like a dummy. Never know when to give it up, do you?
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I don't think I really need magic to guess who that is. You want to, or should I?
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*He strides over to the door and opens it. There isn’t a hint of anger anywhere about the man, and his face is an emotional void. His eyes, however, betray his sorrow.* “Greetings. I can’t say I was expecting you.”
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*She's not meeting his eyes.* Can I come in?
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*She turns back to Caleb with a sigh.* And it’s not that I don’t trust you. It has nothing to do with that. I _know_ you’re not evil-but the fact of the matter is, you’re part demon. That, in and of itself, is what makes me uneasy. I said it wrong yesterday, but the point still remains; you’ve got tainted blood running through your veins, and as much as I don’t like it, everything I know tells me being with you automatically damns me.
_That’s_ what’s upsetting me. The fact that I know all of that, and I don’t care, even if I feel like I should.
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I hadn't thought about that, no. It's a possibility, I guess. I don't believe in the 'sins of the father' crap... *She shakes her head.*
I mean... you're good. I know you're good. And... you... if I'm wrong in this, tell me, but you seem to dislike this whole demon thing as much as I do, and...
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*Points to Caleb*
And trust me, there aren't many people who are bigger boy scouts than this one.
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