Post by Cole Callaway on Nov 14, 2014 10:54:20 GMT -8
Feb 6th, 2012
0730 hours
MI-5 Loft Lodging, Unit 47
Catch.
Release.
Catch.
Release.
The stark white ceiling had been the point of focus for the last fifteen minutes. He hadn't been able to sleep the last few days. He honestly hadn't even fallen asleep the night prior, and he was supposed to be meeting Klaus and the Chief at the office in approximately 30 minutes. Jones appreciated punctuality, he noted -- and he was rarely, if ever, late, so he wasn't exactly stressing out. Cole was, however, not ready to leave in the least; He was still lying in his boxer shorts and white v-neck, what he slept in almost every single night. He was tossing a baseball to the ceiling, without hitting it of course. Any holes in the rooms would need immediate repair.
Catch.
Release.
He heard his phone vibrate. Unfortunately, it was across the room. Cole sighed, setting the baseball back on the nightstand. It took way too much of his energy to make his way over to the small, square table in his dining room to see why his phone was vibrating frantically.
The number was not recognized. Probably a telemarketer or some sort of unwanted caller. If it was the agency, they would leave a message, email, call again or even call from a source more that was listed as something other than simply "Unknown". Cole hit reject and watched the call screen disappear, to reveal the background on his smartphone. It was a picture of him and Veronika, taken just days before she was killed. Heart failure, they kept calling it. No, he kept insisting it was more than just heart failure. He knew Veronika was murdered and was still trying to find out how. She had beautiful brown hair and eyes. Her skin was perfectly tanned, toned and if he could describe her in one word, it would be stunning.
Closing his eyes, he braced himself for the pain. It hurt just to think about her... how her smile made him feel, what her scent was like, the sound of her laugh.
Without realizing it, his hands balled into fists and the tension surged into his arm. He needed to get ready for work and get the hell out of his apartment before he became even angrier.
0730 hours
MI-5 Loft Lodging, Unit 47
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Catch.
Release.
Catch.
Release.
The stark white ceiling had been the point of focus for the last fifteen minutes. He hadn't been able to sleep the last few days. He honestly hadn't even fallen asleep the night prior, and he was supposed to be meeting Klaus and the Chief at the office in approximately 30 minutes. Jones appreciated punctuality, he noted -- and he was rarely, if ever, late, so he wasn't exactly stressing out. Cole was, however, not ready to leave in the least; He was still lying in his boxer shorts and white v-neck, what he slept in almost every single night. He was tossing a baseball to the ceiling, without hitting it of course. Any holes in the rooms would need immediate repair.
Catch.
Release.
He heard his phone vibrate. Unfortunately, it was across the room. Cole sighed, setting the baseball back on the nightstand. It took way too much of his energy to make his way over to the small, square table in his dining room to see why his phone was vibrating frantically.
The number was not recognized. Probably a telemarketer or some sort of unwanted caller. If it was the agency, they would leave a message, email, call again or even call from a source more that was listed as something other than simply "Unknown". Cole hit reject and watched the call screen disappear, to reveal the background on his smartphone. It was a picture of him and Veronika, taken just days before she was killed. Heart failure, they kept calling it. No, he kept insisting it was more than just heart failure. He knew Veronika was murdered and was still trying to find out how. She had beautiful brown hair and eyes. Her skin was perfectly tanned, toned and if he could describe her in one word, it would be stunning.
Closing his eyes, he braced himself for the pain. It hurt just to think about her... how her smile made him feel, what her scent was like, the sound of her laugh.
Without realizing it, his hands balled into fists and the tension surged into his arm. He needed to get ready for work and get the hell out of his apartment before he became even angrier.