brian and marlowe

Who: Brian and Marlowe
Where: On The Phone
When: Early Afternoon, 'round 1:30

Marlowe punched Brian's number into her cell as she retrieved a travel bag from her closet to toss it open onto her bed. Hitting the send button she listened as the phone at the other end starting to ring as she walked over toward her dresser and tugged a drawer open.

Brian was, at that moment, just finishing up washing dishes from cooking, breakfast, lunch, and Hunt's lunch. Well, and from the past few days when he'd really not been up for, nor in the mood for, washing dishes. They'd piled up in the sink, and he hated that. Someday he'd have to get a dishwasher. He picked up a towel before he picked up the phone, drying off his hands and catching the phone on the third ring. "'lo?"

Who: Brian and Marlowe
Where: The phone. Again.
When: 1PMish

Continuing his record of a phone call every hour, very nearly on the hour, with various friends, after the last round of shadows and a quick lunch, Brian rang up Marlowe. He knew she was back with her boy now, which meant she was back in danger. And, in fact, given the shadows seemed to be attacking anyone they felt like today, she would've been in danger, anyway. He needed to know she was okay. So, phone call.

Marlowe pulled the cell from a hip pocket when she felt the thing vibrate against her ass through the material of the faded jeans she was wearing. A brief flash of chocolate browns to the small screen once she flipped the phone open had a faint smile touching her lips.

"Hey Bossman." She answered with an attempt at keeping the sound of her voice pleasant and calmish. At least Brian was all right, or as well as could be considering, if he was calling.

Who: Marlowe and Brian
Where: Marlowe's Place
When: Evening - 9:30ish

Even though the rain still downpoured on the town Marlowe had let the dogs out, they had been confined to the house pretty much the entire day, at least ever since Marlowe had returned from Beacon House. Roarke and Rogue had been let out then only for a few short minutes. Wet dogs and dry clothes just don't mesh, and for the second time that day Marlowe found herself changing clothes yet again. The red head changing into a pair of faded jeans and a black t-shirt with a graphic of a guitar pic on the front, and since she was staying home that night for the movie thing with Brian, Marlowe chose to go barefoot.

A glance yet again was given to her watch before Marlowe shifted her gaze to the cell that sat on the arm of the couch she had plopped down on. She kept wanting to reach for it, but each time the thought crossed her mind to call Lucius, Marlowe easily dismissed it telling herself Brian'd be there soon and she really not have much opportunity to talk. With a frustrated sigh, Marlowe tossed her head to the back of the couch and closed her eyes.

Who: Brian and Marlowe
Where: Marlowe's place
When: Late morning

Even after living at Brian's for a whole week, it really hadn't taken that much to get Marlowe moved back to her own place. Mostly, it consisted of packing up her suitcases, bundling up laundry they hadn't had a chance to wash into a bag, piling her and her things into the truck, and driving her over. They hadn't really brought over much more than clothes, toiletries, books and movies, and the like. The dogs, left mostly alone all this time except when Brian swung by to feed them, play with them, and give them a little attention, were ecstatic when they walked in the door.

Who: Brian and Marlowe
Where: Brian's place
When: Not long after sundown

There were definite mixed feelings as Brian drove home from his birthday party. Now that the fun and friends had all gone home, and after the talk with Mya, he felt a little drained. Olivia had never known, which hurt but didn't really surprise him, either. Manhattan had stayed long enough for cake, which was really all anyone could ask of her. Ash had shown up, Anton had come, Hunt was there and surprisingly not traumatized... Mya hadn't fired him or excommunicated him or whatever it was she could have done. And there were no signs of vandalism, fire, or looting in the streets, even now that the sun was down.

And he'd turned forty and probably gained another few gray hairs. He was gonna be all the way gray by the time he was forty-five, he just knew it. His dad had, after all.

Who: Marlowe and Brian
Where: Brian's Place
When: Around 4am

With soft groans and mutterings, lids twitching as her eyes moved rapidly beneath them, Marlowe tossed and turned on the couch, it was a surprise that the young woman didn't find herself tumbling off over the edge of the overstuffed piece of furniture.

Through the pounding rain thunder crashed, and then screams. Marlowe muttered softly in her sleep as flashes of what happened intruded into her dreamscape. "I'll kill you." The sound of her brother's voice changed to blood curdling screams as she helplessly witnessed his gutting by a vampire. A soft, almost painlike cry drifted past her lips. Thunder crashed through the night, then flashes of lightning filled the sky. Screams once more finding their way into the firestarter's unconscious mind. "He tastes sweet." a twisted grin on a fanged face flitted ever so vividly before her in her dream mind. Her breathing shallow, eyes twitching violently beneath shut lids as Marlowe twisted and turned on the sofa, if Torziel had been resting on her the non cat surely would have been tossed off to the floor. Fangs sunk into his shoulder. Things shifted once more, Brian no longer had the normal features of a human, his face twisted and disfigured, blood streaking the side of his mouth. "You're next." A twisted, evil grin settling across his deformed features.

Who: Marlowe and Brian
Where: Phone call
When: 7ish

"Eldon, will you please get back in the damn car. All you're managing to accomplish is getting soaked down to the bone." Marlowe leaned over to yell out the crack of the window while she fiddled with her cell. The red head was trying to accomplish two things at once. Convince her brother to just give it up and get his ass back in the car, and get a call placed. A call that in the midst of her swinging her attention between her brother outside getting drenched through and through, and making a call to a neighbor somehow had gotten misdialed and misdirected, and ended up being placed to Brian's residence.

The siblings had been on their way back to Marquette. Things in Munising had run longer then they anticipated, which had the Evanses running behind on their return trip to the small town. And the light rain shower that started just as they were leaving didn't help things in any way. On things from then on only seemed to get worse. The rain got heavier the closer they got to Marquette, and then on top as they neared the town limits, the Impala started to sputter and then chose to just up and die. The numerous turns of the ignition got the same result. Nothing. Just the sound of the key turning in the ignition. Not a sound emitted from the engine that would signal that it might be trying to kick over with the futile attempts.

Who: Marlowe and Brian
Where: On the phone
When: Afternoon, around 3ish

Marlowe tossed her overnight bag into the back seat before the red head settled down sideways on the driver's seat of the impala. With her brother inside making a couple calls before the hit the road to Munising, Marlowe took the opportunity to place a call to Brian to let him know that she was going out of town, but would make it back tomorrow in time to make their planned movie "date". And with all that had happened in Munising, which had now seemed to have found its way to Marquette, Marlowe didn't want to chance that Brian would for some reason call and start to worry when she didn't answer the landline to the house as the trip to the neighboring town was going to be an over nighter. Leaning forward a bit, elbows resting on her thighs, Marlowe found Brian's number, pressed the connect button and then lifted the cell to her ear to catch the first ring as the call connected.

Enjoying the first moment of relaxation he'd had so far all day, that wasn't tainted by worry or the sight and smell of smoke or something horrible just hovering around his consciousness, Brian didn't hear the phone at first. He was, actually, busily mixing mashed potatoes, and didn't hear the phone until the third ring, when he switched the mixer off. Then he dove for it, ignoring his slightly-messy hands. "Aaah, shit, hang on hang on-- hello?"

Who: Marlowe and Brian
Where: Mya's Diner
When: 4:15pm

She could have gotten the day off considering, and maybe she should have taken that option, but Marlowe felt she couldn't sit alone in a house that seemed to be crawling with memories. She wasn't going to wallow. And there was the fact that Marlowe had never missed a scheduled or swapped shift, and that was a trend she wasn't about to start now. Besides keeping busy with work would keep her mind occupied with other things. So there she was walking through the door of Mya's at fifteen minutes after four, a good forty-five minutes before the start of her scheduled shift. Putting on a smile, one that didn't exactly reach her eyes or reflect the true mood she was in, Marlowe headed for the back to grab her things before starting to work the occupied tables stationed in her section, the red head half expecting to run into Mya. As far as she knew Mya was the one who'd be closing up the place.

Brian was already in, and just finishing up a burger for a customer, the last of the various late-afternoon comers. He wasn't looking for Marlowe yet, seeing as her shift wasn't due to start for a while and though she was notoriously early, this was rather earlier than usual. The sight of that red hair was pretty unmistakable, though, and he shot her a smile. "Hey, Sparky. Look who's, like, an hour early or something."

Who: Marlowe and Brian
Where: Brian's place
When: Morning

The day had started off like any other, kicked off with the morning routine of letting the dogs out and then getting their bowls fixed with food and water. The normality of it all was cut abruptly short with the ringing of the phone. All that had filtered through to Marlowe's brain were snippets of what came through from the other end, "we're sorry to inform you", "your brother", "last night", "all three found dead" before the phone slipped, almost as if in slow motion, from her hand to the floor at her feet. She didn't have the clear thought to take the impala, Marlowe simply left the dogs confined within the house and started out aimlessly on foot through the downpour of rain which was barely taken note of for the duration of her trek. Somehow, it was just a vague blur on how she had gotten there, Marlowe found herself standing, drenched through from the rain, at the front door of Brian's house, the young woman barely aware that a hand had curled lightly to give a rap to the door. She was cold, numb, and dazed standing on the front porch of Brian's house.

Who: Marlowe and Brian
Where: Mya's Diner
When: 6am

The black impala came to a screeching halt, an action that was sure to leave tread marks behind, as a foot slammed down on the brakes to keep the vehicle from colliding head long with a pickup that came tearing out of the lot of Mya's diner. "This isn't a damn race track, asshole!" Marlowe yelled with a leaning of her head out the open window, the horn sounding loudly as a fisted hand pressed hard on it as the truck and driver peeled away down the long stretch of street into the light haze that seemed to have fallen upon the town. "Fuckin ass." Marlowe grumbled loudly as the impala rolled on into the lot to take the spot next to the familiar beat up white truck. A sight that improved her demeanor slightly with a faint, mischievous smile creeping across her face.

She'd been gone for the past couple of days having taken time off to visit a brother and sis-in-law over in the town of Munising. They had welcomed their first born into the world about a month ago and this had been the first chance Marlowe had gotten to see the newest addition to the Evanses family. Pictures that had been sent just weren't doing it for the redhead, ever since the babe had been born Marlowe had been itching to get her ass over to the neighboring town to see her new little nephew in the flesh. This little guy brought the grand total of her nieces and nephews to 9 which still had the girls still retaining the lead, though only by one now.

Snatching her leather jacket off the passenger seat, Marlowe slipped from the car. Securing up the vehicle, Marlowe walked with a quick step through the lot toward the entrance of the diner.