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Post by Dorian Reese on Mar 2, 2019 21:56:44 GMT
A favour to a friend had Dorian sitting quietly in the stands of a practice game to watch a certain person play football or soccer though he knew it better as the first. Football was a game of skill and one he appreciated, not the football of America where shoulder pads and tight pants were called for. No he could appreciate the game he knew as football and also make sure the person he was watching for was on the right track. It surprised him that there were few spectators which made blending in more difficult than first thought.
He still however sat there in jeans and a shirt, wrapped in a dark jacket as he eyed the game. Once in a while drop in on a practice game, at this rate he might have a new team to support and games to go to if he got a chance. Today he was on leave from Whittech and had time to do what had been asked. One military man to another, there were some people in the world that you did a favour for no questions asked and today was one of those days.
If asked he was just a fan of the game, if challenged to leave he was there for a friend and if things went directly south he knew how to spin a counter intelligence story as well as the next person. Official business, a pair of shades and a smile was the call and he had all three along with an official looking stance to boot. Right then he was more bothered about the game on the field that the one of life out of it, if only life was as simple as football.
With that Dorian relaxed back into his seat in the stands, taking a sip of water every now and again from the bottle in his hand as his eyes went toward the main target of his time there. Now and then checking to see how it was going so he had a good thing to report back. From hour X the woman was perfectly fine until the time he left. A good day to report a good thing and help a friend.
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Post by Gracelyn Cordova on Apr 3, 2019 21:41:11 GMT
[attr="class","Gracener"] [attr="class","Gracener1"] [attr="class","Graceback"] [attr="class","Gracenert"]Grace had been struggling with her alcoholism. She’d gotten help because of Nate. Tried to reconnect and had a door slammed in her face. It was hard not to turn back to drinking. She’d thought about just going back to Florida and telling Chicago to go to hell. But really, she knew in a year she’d be a free agent and she could go to whatever team wanted to draft her. Soccer was the only thing that kept her going. Though she’d cut off most of her friendships with a good bit of her team mates that had encouraged her to go out and party, she didn’t hate anyone. Even her own brother hated her guts. She still wanted to try and reach out again but she was afraid of being shut out again. Grace wasn’t easily trusting to people, too many had burned her. The one person she thought she could count on… Ball after ball she threw herself in front of them to keep them out of the goal throughout the night. As the game ended covered in dirt, mud and bruises she didn’t even bother to change her clothes or clean up. That could wait til she got home. Tossing a towel into the front seat of her older beat up car would work til she got home. Thankful it still ran, courtesy of her brother. Wandering into the parking lot she looked around the parking lot. She hated this place. Grace picked up into a speed walk. The last place she wanted to be was in the parking lot at dark. Opening her car trunk she threw her bag into it and grabbed the towel out of the back and slammed the trunk door. She paused for a moment. Everything was catching up to her mentally, but she wasn’t going to let anyone know. She couldn’t. [attr="class","Gracener2"] [attr="class","Gracenerlyric"]Call me if you need a rescue
We live in the same city
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Post by Dorian Reese on Apr 13, 2019 21:34:07 GMT
Dorian was surprised with the speed the Grace left the game, he expected a shower or at least some hanging around with friends there which was why he had chosen to slow down his exit from the game. A good thing too or he might have walked straight into her. This time though he was surprised when he found himself picking up his pace to keep Grace in sight, a parking lot in the dark a really great choice he thought to himself. Note to self, add onto his report that personal safety might be a training course required.
A woman alone in a dark parking lot, honestly it was like the movie where that one fated person went to check the bump in the kitchen after dark, after midnight. They were likely never to be seen in the film again. Dorian was used to surveillance, counter surveillance and general spying. He was good at it so when anyone left safety by the wayside, he wanted to drag them to some of the far flung places he had seen and show them what happened when you made a wrong choice.
The wrong alley, the wrong time, the wrong person and in his mind right now. It was that choice Grace was making, the only difference being he was right there watching her back. That night. Dorian made a point of waiting, he had see her grab the towel from the trunk and expected her to get right into the driver’s seat and take off. It was personal safety plan B but instead he saw her wait. Pause for that moment as he wondered if something was wrong. Unsure if he’d regret it or not Dorian did the only thing he could do, the one thing that his own brain screamed at him not to do.
Approach target A. He could hear his drill sergeant screaming in his ear, every commanding officer after that what a stupid idea it was but it was the only idea. He cleared his throat as he took a drink from the water bottle he had. Casually walking closer as he reached for his phone pretending to look at a none existence message. In the darkness it at least added some light so hopefully he could refrain from scaring Grace to death.
“Oh... hey, were you playing earlier?” He asked politely, looking at her covered in bruises and mud. Even if he had just got there and not seen the game, he could pretty well make the assumption it was a yes. “Goalie right, you did an amazing job out there. Some real nice saves.” He added with a grin, so football was a passion of his. A national sport in his home country though he found it tough to call it soccer.
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Post by Gracelyn Cordova on May 30, 2019 22:57:11 GMT
[attr="class","Gracener"] [attr="class","Gracener1"] [attr="class","Graceback"] [attr="class","Gracenert"] There was always some crazy fan. Some person that wanted to harrass her after the games at times. It’s why she avoided the locker rooms and the showers. She had her routine and it kept her out of the way of most of the fan traffic. Not that she didn’t like her fans, but she didn’t like dealing with them at the end of the night when she was just ready to go home. She wasn’t blind and she saw the figure in the parking lot. The last time it had been her brother. The one person she’d been trying to fix things for. That night still haunted her. She whirled around to face Dorian when he started talking to her but she looked like she had about seen a ghost she didn’t recognize him. “Thanks” was all she said as she put more distance between him and herself. Getting in the car could have been an option but she didn’t think like a security officer or a special ops person. Grabbing a hold of her passenger door she had a death grip on it. “Why are you here?” She really needed to find a better place to park. Things always crept up on her out here. There was a long sigh. For now she would give him benefit of the doubt. She wouldn’t put it past her brother to have someone following her still. Hell he’d had people watching her while he was gone. [attr="class","Gracener2"] [attr="class","Gracenerlyric"]Call me if you need a rescue
We live in the same city
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Post by Dorian Reese on Jun 10, 2019 21:00:30 GMT
Dorian had tried not to scare her though the look on her face said otherwise. All he could was stand there and smile a little, watching her put distance between the two of them. Smart woman he thought until she still stood outside the car, he was used to analysing the situation, reading into things and always thinking of the worst case because it paid to in his line of work. He was surprised by her question but then in the scenario’s he had thought of, the question had come up a few times.
Was the truth really the bird that set you free or the bird that got a fellow brother into trouble? The truth in this case made him seem less like a stalker and less of a threat which given the way things were going. The truth really was the only and best option right then. “I’m here on request.” Dorian said truthfully, “Your brother wanted me to watch out for you and so, I’m doing just that.”
Honestly had the man not told her about her safety? Be it the thinking of the worst case but walking through a lot late at night with no one around was a really bad idea for him let alone her. “You can call him to confirm it if you like. I really don’t mean to hurt you, just here to make sure you get home safe after your game.” He admitted, it was the truth of the matter. A favour for a friend which all in all, had to be one of the easiest things he had done lately. The scaring her, the least favourable part of the entire thing though he could appreciate a good game of football as well as the next person.
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