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Calling a Friend During a Time of Need
Feb. 9th, 2021 05:46 pmIt had been a couple of days since Hunter had learned about the Enterprise crashing, and was still separated from Jim, who was based in Yorktown.
It had been difficult for the artist to focus on his classes. Good thing he had both Chanath and Faris watching out for him, and taking diligent notes in any classes that they shared.
The fact that he couldn't just go see Jim, and be there in person was starting to wear on him.
And he knew he had to talk to someone. So he PINpointed Adia.
Hey. It is Hunter.
Jim is stuck in a situation where I can't see him.
And I need a friend.
Are you available?
It had been difficult for the artist to focus on his classes. Good thing he had both Chanath and Faris watching out for him, and taking diligent notes in any classes that they shared.
The fact that he couldn't just go see Jim, and be there in person was starting to wear on him.
And he knew he had to talk to someone. So he PINpointed Adia.
Hey. It is Hunter.
Jim is stuck in a situation where I can't see him.
And I need a friend.
Are you available?
A New Path, A New Challenge
Mar. 11th, 2019 07:57 pmIt has been over two months since Hunter had found himself unable to leave the Captain's Suite aboard the Enterprise to return to his Nexus apartment. And since he could not get to the Nexus, but could PINpoint to other places in Jim's universe, it was also two months ago since he moved into Jim's apartment in San Francisco.
Two months since he spent a night with his boyfriend. Two months since he had heard from any of his Nexus friends. Two months since he had access to his art studio.
But since Hunter was also able to sign up for courses at the Starfleet Academy, it had been a very busy two months. The claim was that Hunter was from a technophobe community, and still waiting for his paper records to arrive at the academy.
There were times when he enjoyed going to classes again. Socializing with other people. And in Jim's world... no one stared at him, because of his tattoos and piercings. Especially at the Academy, where many other aliens were studying to join Starfleet. He could be among others who were just as unique as him.
He had decided to take a full course. To learn as much as he could. And part of that studying including learning new languages -- alien languages. Hunter remembered how difficult it had been to lose the translation feature of the Nexus -- and wanted to learn to communicate with others, in case something similar happened.
The good days includes ones when he had a course with Faris and Chanath. Or the days when they were studying horticulture, and he got to get his hands into dirt again. Or the days when he could video chat with Jim over the PINpoint.
The bad days included ones when he struggled with technology, or when he couldn't get a hold of Jim for a few days, or when he forgot how different Jim's world was to his own (especially when it came to social norms -- Hunter had to readjust). And there were days when he felt so alone -- with hardly no one to talk to. Only Faris, Chanath, Jim and some of his senior crew understood Hunter's past. His true background.
Every now and then, Starfleet provided brief updates on the exploration mission that the Enterprise was on. And it was a little surreal... to see how those brief updates would cause such an excitement around campus. Between the real updates and the rumor mills -- some of the crew soon became idols. How people would talk about Kirk and the others was so inspiring at times. They were becoming famous.
Every now and then, Hunter could not get Jim out of his head. And he would lay in Jim's bed... his bed... and just watched the Seven Sisters projected into the air from the amulet that Jim gave him at Christmas. And he wondered if Jim was staring up at space from whereever he was... thinking of Hunter.
Hunter just felt more connected to his boyfriend than ever before. His new life... in Starfleet... was just starting out. And someday he would make his own mark. Somehow.
Two months since he spent a night with his boyfriend. Two months since he had heard from any of his Nexus friends. Two months since he had access to his art studio.
But since Hunter was also able to sign up for courses at the Starfleet Academy, it had been a very busy two months. The claim was that Hunter was from a technophobe community, and still waiting for his paper records to arrive at the academy.
There were times when he enjoyed going to classes again. Socializing with other people. And in Jim's world... no one stared at him, because of his tattoos and piercings. Especially at the Academy, where many other aliens were studying to join Starfleet. He could be among others who were just as unique as him.
He had decided to take a full course. To learn as much as he could. And part of that studying including learning new languages -- alien languages. Hunter remembered how difficult it had been to lose the translation feature of the Nexus -- and wanted to learn to communicate with others, in case something similar happened.
The good days includes ones when he had a course with Faris and Chanath. Or the days when they were studying horticulture, and he got to get his hands into dirt again. Or the days when he could video chat with Jim over the PINpoint.
The bad days included ones when he struggled with technology, or when he couldn't get a hold of Jim for a few days, or when he forgot how different Jim's world was to his own (especially when it came to social norms -- Hunter had to readjust). And there were days when he felt so alone -- with hardly no one to talk to. Only Faris, Chanath, Jim and some of his senior crew understood Hunter's past. His true background.
Every now and then, Starfleet provided brief updates on the exploration mission that the Enterprise was on. And it was a little surreal... to see how those brief updates would cause such an excitement around campus. Between the real updates and the rumor mills -- some of the crew soon became idols. How people would talk about Kirk and the others was so inspiring at times. They were becoming famous.
Every now and then, Hunter could not get Jim out of his head. And he would lay in Jim's bed... his bed... and just watched the Seven Sisters projected into the air from the amulet that Jim gave him at Christmas. And he wondered if Jim was staring up at space from whereever he was... thinking of Hunter.
Hunter just felt more connected to his boyfriend than ever before. His new life... in Starfleet... was just starting out. And someday he would make his own mark. Somehow.
It is another normal day waking up on the USS Enterprise. Hunter spends some time with Jim, before the Captain goes to report in for his duties.
Then he attempts to use his PINpoint to return to his apartment, to shower and change. That is when the normal day becomes unusual -- he is unable to get a portal open back to his Nexus apartment.
He at first figures it just be a glitch, and after checking to make sure Jim's shared bathroom is free -- showers there.
After his shower and a quick change to extra clothes he keeps at Jim's quarters, he tries the PINpoint again. Still nothing.
So he has to remain in Jim's quarters. This is quite strange.
Then he attempts to use his PINpoint to return to his apartment, to shower and change. That is when the normal day becomes unusual -- he is unable to get a portal open back to his Nexus apartment.
He at first figures it just be a glitch, and after checking to make sure Jim's shared bathroom is free -- showers there.
After his shower and a quick change to extra clothes he keeps at Jim's quarters, he tries the PINpoint again. Still nothing.
So he has to remain in Jim's quarters. This is quite strange.
The Artist Creates (prose)
Nov. 17th, 2018 04:40 pmThe creative spirit has returned to Hunter. And it is a great feeling to be creating artwork again.
Mostly it is pottery that is speaking to him. His hands working the clay, forming something out of nothing. Letting himself get covered with the wetness of the clay, letting it dry on his skin. Letting the wheel spin under his hands. Letting the clay speak to him.
And when it is not the pottery studio that calls to him, it is the jewelry... making new pieces that are inspired by the Seven Sisters. A series inspired after each woman. The bold and passionate series that are inspired by Caleno. The quiet and timed series inspired by Taygete. The supportive and nurturing series inspired by Maia. The mysterious and seductive series inspired by Merope. And others...
Some jewelry pieces becoming united with pottery pieces. Necklaces. Earrings. Combining both of his passions into awe-inspiring pieces that will be available at his marketplace table.
It is a transition for Hunter. He cut his ties to New York, so he doesn't have the Foundation or the Art Studio there to worry about. And truthfully it is a little freeing. A weight off his shoulders.
And it gives him time to create again. It gives him time to study a little bit about Starfleet. To learn about a history that is ahead of his own time period. And even there is no possibility for Hunter to integrate with Jim's world... he is enjoying learning about Starfleet itself.
He still spends every night with Jim, sleeping in his boyfriend's quarters. And yes the bed might be tight for the two of them, but it is nice to cuddle with Jim every night. The closeness is nice. Being able to spend that time with Jim is very nice.
Hunter feels that he is right where he needs to be. He has his tattoos and piercings back. And the tattoo that he got on his arm -- which he got for real when the magic was taken from him -- has some new aspects to it. A little silver of gold weaved through the roots. A reminder of how he was broken... but repaired.
Mostly it is pottery that is speaking to him. His hands working the clay, forming something out of nothing. Letting himself get covered with the wetness of the clay, letting it dry on his skin. Letting the wheel spin under his hands. Letting the clay speak to him.
And when it is not the pottery studio that calls to him, it is the jewelry... making new pieces that are inspired by the Seven Sisters. A series inspired after each woman. The bold and passionate series that are inspired by Caleno. The quiet and timed series inspired by Taygete. The supportive and nurturing series inspired by Maia. The mysterious and seductive series inspired by Merope. And others...
Some jewelry pieces becoming united with pottery pieces. Necklaces. Earrings. Combining both of his passions into awe-inspiring pieces that will be available at his marketplace table.
It is a transition for Hunter. He cut his ties to New York, so he doesn't have the Foundation or the Art Studio there to worry about. And truthfully it is a little freeing. A weight off his shoulders.
And it gives him time to create again. It gives him time to study a little bit about Starfleet. To learn about a history that is ahead of his own time period. And even there is no possibility for Hunter to integrate with Jim's world... he is enjoying learning about Starfleet itself.
He still spends every night with Jim, sleeping in his boyfriend's quarters. And yes the bed might be tight for the two of them, but it is nice to cuddle with Jim every night. The closeness is nice. Being able to spend that time with Jim is very nice.
Hunter feels that he is right where he needs to be. He has his tattoos and piercings back. And the tattoo that he got on his arm -- which he got for real when the magic was taken from him -- has some new aspects to it. A little silver of gold weaved through the roots. A reminder of how he was broken... but repaired.
Two weeks after Halloween, Hunter was finally feeling up for company again. And while much of what happened between him and Karlene (Electra) was still a blur in his head, he remembered the many people who helped him out during the whole night.
And he wanted to reconnect with those who were there. Get to know those who he had not met before. And answer any questions they might have had.
He sends out a few invitations over PINpoint to those who helped. And waited for a response.
And he wanted to reconnect with those who were there. Get to know those who he had not met before. And answer any questions they might have had.
He sends out a few invitations over PINpoint to those who helped. And waited for a response.
No Place Like Home
Sep. 10th, 2018 04:48 pmAfter his realization about Karlene at Niagara Falls, Hunter headed back to New York. It felt strange to be returning to the Big Apple -- but at the same time, Hunter knew that the closure he needed could only happen in New York City. And he could not truly find happiness again, until he had that closure.
He took his motorbike to storage, where he set up a PINpoint portal to get the bike... and anything else he had in storage, to his Nexus apartment. He tried to convince Zunar to wait for him at the Nexus apartment, but the kneazle outright refused to leave his side.
And so the two of them, Zunar riding Hunter's shoulder, made quite a sight in the lawyer's office. But Hunter was able to sign away his CEO responsibilities with the Foundation, finally leaving the organization in the hands of the volunteer board. And he also signed away ownership of the Seven Sisters art studio to the foundation -- so there would always be a gallery available for artists in need. Even his now empty apartment suite above the studio could be used as a temporary home to an up-and-coming struggling artist.
Finally, he signed away all stock in Kingson Enterprises, so that it would be donated to the Foundation, giving the organization the funds it would need to expand and prosper.
With his ties finally cut to everything related to New York, Hunter looked out the city below him from the lawyer's office. Karlene was still out there. Somewhere. And he needed to be prepared to face her.
He found a quiet place to PINpoint to his Nexus apartment. And breathed a sigh of relief -- at the safety of the magical runes that protected him here. The welcoming sights of his art room, and rose garden. Hunter took out his PINpoint to quickly shoot Hermione a message. He hoped that she could help him learn some protective spells, so when the time came to face Karlene he could.
He made himself a small supper, and ate outside on the balcony -- watching the Nexus scenery change in a welcome to the approach of fall. Zunar curled up by his feet, and Hunter sat in silence and let his mind truly contemplate the revelations he had during his time away.
And now that he finally had closure on the things in his life that had become unimportant -- he could focus on the important ones. His art. Getting his magic back one way or another. And his relationship with Jim.
He took his motorbike to storage, where he set up a PINpoint portal to get the bike... and anything else he had in storage, to his Nexus apartment. He tried to convince Zunar to wait for him at the Nexus apartment, but the kneazle outright refused to leave his side.
And so the two of them, Zunar riding Hunter's shoulder, made quite a sight in the lawyer's office. But Hunter was able to sign away his CEO responsibilities with the Foundation, finally leaving the organization in the hands of the volunteer board. And he also signed away ownership of the Seven Sisters art studio to the foundation -- so there would always be a gallery available for artists in need. Even his now empty apartment suite above the studio could be used as a temporary home to an up-and-coming struggling artist.
Finally, he signed away all stock in Kingson Enterprises, so that it would be donated to the Foundation, giving the organization the funds it would need to expand and prosper.
With his ties finally cut to everything related to New York, Hunter looked out the city below him from the lawyer's office. Karlene was still out there. Somewhere. And he needed to be prepared to face her.
He found a quiet place to PINpoint to his Nexus apartment. And breathed a sigh of relief -- at the safety of the magical runes that protected him here. The welcoming sights of his art room, and rose garden. Hunter took out his PINpoint to quickly shoot Hermione a message. He hoped that she could help him learn some protective spells, so when the time came to face Karlene he could.
He made himself a small supper, and ate outside on the balcony -- watching the Nexus scenery change in a welcome to the approach of fall. Zunar curled up by his feet, and Hunter sat in silence and let his mind truly contemplate the revelations he had during his time away.
And now that he finally had closure on the things in his life that had become unimportant -- he could focus on the important ones. His art. Getting his magic back one way or another. And his relationship with Jim.
It is Time to Awaken from the Dream
Sep. 8th, 2018 03:02 pmIt took two days for Hunter to travel from the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore to Niagara Falls. He was not sleeping well, since the magical attack that had taken place. But he was careful not to drive too long on his motorbike, even if he couldn't sleep. He still needed to take time to rest. And to think.
He still heard her voice. "Find me. Find me." It whispered to him in the darkness.
Hunter could not get the witch out of his mind. Nor could he stop making comparisons between how Karlene acted, and how Kendra treated him.
Kendra had only used her magic on him after he had publicly insulted her. And her 'curse' had only caused him physical pain once. It gave him a chance to learn how to truly accept himself, as a person. And Kendra had kept her promise to aid Will and Magda.
And when kissing Lindy had not broken the curse -- Kendra had not abandoned him. She guided him through other difficulties. She had given him a great gift of being able to bring his artwork to life. And even after her death, Kendra had saved him when Bellatrix had attacked Hermione in his apartment.
"Find me... Inde..." The voice changed the closer and closer Hunter got to Niagara Falls.
Karlene... she had taken his magic without any thought of how it would affect Hunter. She had abandoned him without any answers or clues to what happened. And just when he found her again, she used her magic to hurt him. And the third time he had found her, Hunter had been stabbed. Karlene might have used her magic to heal him, but it felt... wrong. Like she wasn't doing it for him.
And as he thought more and more about it -- Hunter had assumed Karlene was Kendra's sister, because they had looked so similar. He had no real proof of the assumption.
"Inde... Ide..." The voice became so real by the time he reached Niagara Falls.
Camping near the falls, Hunter sat by one of the benches close to the roar of the water. Zunar in his lap, purring contently. He watched the water crash down into river below. There was a majestic pull to the might Niagara Falls. One that Hunter was memorized by for a fall moment.
Karlene only had hurt him over and over again. She was not the woman he thought she was.
"Ide... Die... Die...." The voice became darker in his mind. And Hunter clenched his hands tightly. Zunar licked at his knuckles until he relaxed.
The fear of the unknown witch gripped tightly in Hunter's chest for a while. And then he shook it off. Hunter was not going to let the magic hurt him anymore. It was his magic. And he was going to find a way to get it back. No matter what.
He still heard her voice. "Find me. Find me." It whispered to him in the darkness.
Hunter could not get the witch out of his mind. Nor could he stop making comparisons between how Karlene acted, and how Kendra treated him.
Kendra had only used her magic on him after he had publicly insulted her. And her 'curse' had only caused him physical pain once. It gave him a chance to learn how to truly accept himself, as a person. And Kendra had kept her promise to aid Will and Magda.
And when kissing Lindy had not broken the curse -- Kendra had not abandoned him. She guided him through other difficulties. She had given him a great gift of being able to bring his artwork to life. And even after her death, Kendra had saved him when Bellatrix had attacked Hermione in his apartment.
"Find me... Inde..." The voice changed the closer and closer Hunter got to Niagara Falls.
Karlene... she had taken his magic without any thought of how it would affect Hunter. She had abandoned him without any answers or clues to what happened. And just when he found her again, she used her magic to hurt him. And the third time he had found her, Hunter had been stabbed. Karlene might have used her magic to heal him, but it felt... wrong. Like she wasn't doing it for him.
And as he thought more and more about it -- Hunter had assumed Karlene was Kendra's sister, because they had looked so similar. He had no real proof of the assumption.
"Inde... Ide..." The voice became so real by the time he reached Niagara Falls.
Camping near the falls, Hunter sat by one of the benches close to the roar of the water. Zunar in his lap, purring contently. He watched the water crash down into river below. There was a majestic pull to the might Niagara Falls. One that Hunter was memorized by for a fall moment.
Karlene only had hurt him over and over again. She was not the woman he thought she was.
"Ide... Die... Die...." The voice became darker in his mind. And Hunter clenched his hands tightly. Zunar licked at his knuckles until he relaxed.
The fear of the unknown witch gripped tightly in Hunter's chest for a while. And then he shook it off. Hunter was not going to let the magic hurt him anymore. It was his magic. And he was going to find a way to get it back. No matter what.
A Time to Let Go
Sep. 6th, 2018 02:16 pmHunter knew that he was still running away from some of his problems. And that weighed heavily on his mind, as he picked up his camping supplies and left the Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore, and biked up to the edge of Lake Superior to Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore. The coastal features of the national park was very peaceful to Hunter. And he felt almost like he could find answers, amidst the towering sandstone cliffs.
He hiked up to a camping spot, located at the top of one of the towering sandstone cliffs, that overlooked the mighty Lake Superior. It was quite quiet at the campsite, perfect for Hunter to take time for himself.
Tonight, as he sat by a campfire, and Zunar curled up in his lap, Hunter thought about the Foundation.
It had been three months since he had any involvement with the Foundation. And part of him was glad that the Foundation board was strong enough to handle business without their 'CEO' being around. Before Hunter had left for his camping trip, he had received correspondence that the board wanted to discontinue the CEO title completely, and take the opportunity to expand to other parts of the states. It was an opportunity for the Foundation to help so many others.
And while Hunter was happy that the Foundation was strong enough to flourish and grow... a little part of him was a little sad that the board didn't need him anymore.
He never intended to want recognition for his efforts of establishing the Foundation, but at the same time now that he was being asked to leave... he had wanted to be recognized for his time and dedication that he put into the Foundation when no one else believed in it.
Hunter knew it was time to let go of his CEO responsibilities. And when he got back to New York, he would contact the Foundation legal team to make the necessary arrangements.
Zunar suddenly lifted his head from Hunter's lap. And growled lowly. Hunter felt a pain in his left arm, where his real tattoo was. He gasped in pain, as the tattoo came alive for a moment, moving up the rest of his arm. And then he heard her voice again. Karlene's. "Find me. Find me."
Hunter collapsed off his chair, clutching at his chest as the pain carried over to his body. Zunar was at full defensive mode now, hissing and growling at the air, standing between where Hunter had fallen to the ground, and an invisible magical force. The voice came again, "Find me. Find me."
"Fuck off..." Hunter growled to the unseen voice. He refused to be pulled into the witch's drama again. To come to her rescue, only to be hurt again.
Zunar growled low, his fur raising in his own anger. And he yowled, creating a Protego shield spell around both Hunter and the kneazle. And that stopped everything. The pain went away. The tattoo returned to normal. And Hunter no longer heard the voice of Karlene.
Hunter moved into a seated position on the ground. Zunar climbed into the man's lap, watchful, but calming down now that the strange magical energy was gone. Hunter took several deep breaths.
It was the first time that his magic came back, since leaving New York. The pull had been strong, but Hunter was not ready to find out why Karlene needed him again. He was not ready to put himself in danger again. And he didn't feel any guilt over his decision not to follow the voice this time. It felt that he was finally standing up for himself. And it felt good.
He hiked up to a camping spot, located at the top of one of the towering sandstone cliffs, that overlooked the mighty Lake Superior. It was quite quiet at the campsite, perfect for Hunter to take time for himself.
Tonight, as he sat by a campfire, and Zunar curled up in his lap, Hunter thought about the Foundation.
It had been three months since he had any involvement with the Foundation. And part of him was glad that the Foundation board was strong enough to handle business without their 'CEO' being around. Before Hunter had left for his camping trip, he had received correspondence that the board wanted to discontinue the CEO title completely, and take the opportunity to expand to other parts of the states. It was an opportunity for the Foundation to help so many others.
And while Hunter was happy that the Foundation was strong enough to flourish and grow... a little part of him was a little sad that the board didn't need him anymore.
He never intended to want recognition for his efforts of establishing the Foundation, but at the same time now that he was being asked to leave... he had wanted to be recognized for his time and dedication that he put into the Foundation when no one else believed in it.
Hunter knew it was time to let go of his CEO responsibilities. And when he got back to New York, he would contact the Foundation legal team to make the necessary arrangements.
Zunar suddenly lifted his head from Hunter's lap. And growled lowly. Hunter felt a pain in his left arm, where his real tattoo was. He gasped in pain, as the tattoo came alive for a moment, moving up the rest of his arm. And then he heard her voice again. Karlene's. "Find me. Find me."
Hunter collapsed off his chair, clutching at his chest as the pain carried over to his body. Zunar was at full defensive mode now, hissing and growling at the air, standing between where Hunter had fallen to the ground, and an invisible magical force. The voice came again, "Find me. Find me."
"Fuck off..." Hunter growled to the unseen voice. He refused to be pulled into the witch's drama again. To come to her rescue, only to be hurt again.
Zunar growled low, his fur raising in his own anger. And he yowled, creating a Protego shield spell around both Hunter and the kneazle. And that stopped everything. The pain went away. The tattoo returned to normal. And Hunter no longer heard the voice of Karlene.
Hunter moved into a seated position on the ground. Zunar climbed into the man's lap, watchful, but calming down now that the strange magical energy was gone. Hunter took several deep breaths.
It was the first time that his magic came back, since leaving New York. The pull had been strong, but Hunter was not ready to find out why Karlene needed him again. He was not ready to put himself in danger again. And he didn't feel any guilt over his decision not to follow the voice this time. It felt that he was finally standing up for himself. And it felt good.
Saying goodbye to a father he never knew
Sep. 3rd, 2018 02:00 pmHunter spent two days traveling up the coastline of Lake Michigan on his bike, traveling from the Indiana Dunes to the Sleeping Bear Dunes. It was here, that he explored the high dunes and the spectacular views across the lake. And Zunar found several new playmates --lizards -- to chase down.
It was here, that Hunter explored a deserted lighthouse, climbing to the top. Zunar following him, bounding up two steps at a time. And he leaned over the railing of the outer balcony of the lighthouse, looking out to the Great Lake itself. The sun was setting, casting beautiful colors of reds, oranges, and yellows over the greenish-blue hue of Lake Michigan.
From his backpack, Hunter pulls out a photo of his dad. Robert Kingson.
With a chirp, Zunar pounces up to the railing, where he had enough room to settle under Hunter's chin and purred loudly. Hunter stared down at the photo in his hand.
"I never really said goodbye." He speaks to the photo.
"And really, I guess I was still in disbelief. We were just reconnecting again. And in a moment you were gone. And there was nothing I could do to change how we left things."
"Growing up in your house... I never felt like I was a son you were proud of. To this day I don't know if I made you proud ever. And now that I look like the son you had mentored to be your legacy... I feel even further apart from you than ever. Like I am back to that big empty house, just wanting a dad."
"When you pushed me away, because of how the magic changed my appearance, I felt so alone in my world. You were not there when I had the revelation that looks don't matter. You were not there when I finally admitted to myself that I was gay. You were not even there when I found my artistic talent."
"And now you are gone... I wish you were here every day." Hunter felt tears in his eyes.
"I am going to wish you were there the day my art goes on a state-wide tour. I am going to wish you were there when the Foundation opens new branches across the nation. I am going to wish you were there if I get married. I am always going to wish you were back in my life. That we could have had that great father-son relationship that I felt we were finally reaching."
"I hope that maybe... that now you are proud of me." Hunter folds the photo up into a little paper crane. And then lifts it into the air, letting the wind catch the photo and carry it over the lake. "Bye dad."
It was here, that Hunter explored a deserted lighthouse, climbing to the top. Zunar following him, bounding up two steps at a time. And he leaned over the railing of the outer balcony of the lighthouse, looking out to the Great Lake itself. The sun was setting, casting beautiful colors of reds, oranges, and yellows over the greenish-blue hue of Lake Michigan.
From his backpack, Hunter pulls out a photo of his dad. Robert Kingson.
With a chirp, Zunar pounces up to the railing, where he had enough room to settle under Hunter's chin and purred loudly. Hunter stared down at the photo in his hand.
"I never really said goodbye." He speaks to the photo.
"And really, I guess I was still in disbelief. We were just reconnecting again. And in a moment you were gone. And there was nothing I could do to change how we left things."
"Growing up in your house... I never felt like I was a son you were proud of. To this day I don't know if I made you proud ever. And now that I look like the son you had mentored to be your legacy... I feel even further apart from you than ever. Like I am back to that big empty house, just wanting a dad."
"When you pushed me away, because of how the magic changed my appearance, I felt so alone in my world. You were not there when I had the revelation that looks don't matter. You were not there when I finally admitted to myself that I was gay. You were not even there when I found my artistic talent."
"And now you are gone... I wish you were here every day." Hunter felt tears in his eyes.
"I am going to wish you were there the day my art goes on a state-wide tour. I am going to wish you were there when the Foundation opens new branches across the nation. I am going to wish you were there if I get married. I am always going to wish you were back in my life. That we could have had that great father-son relationship that I felt we were finally reaching."
"I hope that maybe... that now you are proud of me." Hunter folds the photo up into a little paper crane. And then lifts it into the air, letting the wind catch the photo and carry it over the lake. "Bye dad."
Time Alone to Seek Solace
Sep. 1st, 2018 02:00 pmHunter felt a lot more collected when he woke up the two days after his panic attack. He had stayed in the tent for a full day, just taking time for himself. And was comforted throughout the time by the presence of the Kneazle, who was constantly at his side. He chuckled a little when he awoke today, running his fingers through Zunar's fur.
He did not spend a lot of time reflecting on what had happened the night before right away. Instead, he packed up his belongings. Purchased a motorcycle bike carrier for Zunar to ride in. And then headed off four hours to Indiana Dunes, the next step on his National Parks tour.
He booked a tent spot at the Sand Creek Campground. And spent the day exploring the beaches, with the Kneazle at his side. It was a perfect time for him to collect his thoughts, now that he was no longer as emotional as before.
He carried the alien flower in his hands as he walked along one of the beaches, his fingers tracing the petals of the gift sent to him by Jim. Zunar was exploring tall grass nearby, trying to track a cricket that he had spotted. The Kneazle was a bundle of energy with all the new smells and sights around him. But also made sure that he stayed within sight of Hunter the whole walk.
It was nearing night time, and the stars were coming up. Luckily, Hunter had reached his campsite and was able to start a fire, before he lost too much daylight.
He leaned back in one of the beach chairs located by the fire pit, watching the flames dance into the night sky. An ember rising up into the darkness, bringing Hunter's eyes to the stars. His thoughts went to Jim.
Immediately, Zunar jumped up and settled in Hunter's lap, as if the Kneazle knew who was on Hunter's mind. And as ridiculous as it sounds, it helped for Hunter to talk to the feline.
"I didn't think it would be this hard. Having this distance between us." Zunar looks up at Hunter with his bright eyes. And Hunter can almost picture sharing his fears with Jim himself, and his beautiful bright blue eyes.
"And it would be selfish of me to expect to be the first person on his mind... especially when he is responsible for the lives of 500 others." Hunter draws his hands through Zunar's fur. "I guess... I just want to know that he does think about me. Sometimes."
"Because I can't stop thinking about him. Or missing him."
"And I know that it was only a few months ago when we officially started calling each other boyfriend... but I just can't picture a future without him in my life."
"I should have followed my heart, instead of listening to my fear. I should have proposed to him." Hunter takes a sharp breath admitting it to himself. To Zunar.
His eyes went back up to the stars. "I can't say those words now. Not... not when I am not myself. Fuck Zunar... I don't know what I am going to do. I don't want to lose him."
Zunar had no answers for Hunter. Just more purring and comfort. Hunter just lets the sounds of nature and the crackling of the fire fill the silence. It was one of those question that just didn't have an answer right now. And Hunter knew he had to just accept that.
The Thorn that Cuts the Deepest
Aug. 30th, 2018 06:01 pmHunter's exploration of different National parks started at the Acadia National Park, where he spent three days enjoying the woodland, rocky beaches and glacier-scoured granite peaks. Then he spent three days in the New Hampshire's White Mountains, and from there he biked down to the Pocono Mountains Region.
It was when he reached the Cuyahoga Valley National Park, nearly 11 days later, that the emotions that Hunter was trying so hard to run away finally caught up to him.
He was exhausted, after hiking the Brandywine Gorge Trail. And had crawled into his tent for a well-deserved night of rest. But sleep did not come.
Everything that Hunter felt he had handled crashed down on him in that moment. The trauma of having his appearance changed in the first place. The struggles of the first year. The devastation when the kiss from Lindy did not work. Then how hard he worked to get comfortable in his own skin for five years. And then accepting himself and finding love.
Then having his magic taken away from him. To have to look in the mirror and see his old self -- Kyle -- and being face-to-face with the mistakes he made in the past. His selfishness. His rudeness. His judgement of others. To hate himself just a little day after day.
Hunter felt the tears come fast and hard.
The truth was that he did not know who he was right now. Was he still the good-looking and suave Kyle? Or was he the poetic and unique Hunter?
And he tried so hard to get answers on what had happened, only for Karlene to run away from him. As he thought about Karlene, Hunter started sobbing hard. He got stabbed protecting her. Twice! And she ran away. He can still remember the sharp pain from the knife in his gut. The worst thing was that Karlene took away everything that he worked so hard for -- and was acting so selfish about not even facing up to her mistake.
Hunter pulled his pillow to his face so he could scream into it. Then cried into the fabric. Soaking it.
He felt so alone right now. He had pushed away Jim, but right now his tears reflected how much he missed the other man. How much it hurt not to see him in person. But that summoned forth a new insecurity, one that Hunter had denied. He has seen how Jim looks at him now. Would he want him to get his magic back? Hunter does not know.
With the distance between the two of them, with Jim on his exploration mission, it was difficult to make sense of what their relationship was. And while Hunter desired no one else but Jim, the Starfleet captain had wanted his own freedom -- it being somewhere between 23rd Century relationship norms or Jim's reliance on his charm when it came to negotiations with other species. Right now, it just seemed as another way for Jim to put up a wall of resistance against the relationship they have found themselves in. And Hunter knew he had not really fought for what he wanted.
And what hurt most was the sudden thought of how hard Hunter had worked on the ring for Jim. And while he gave it to Jim with no expectations... right now it felt so unappreciated. That Hunter truly didn't express what he wanted to say. That he wanted to feel worthy of the other man. Especially right now, when Jim's life had taken him to the grandness of space. To lead a crew into the exploration of new places, to be the first to see the stars, and planets, and aliens that were out there. Jim was at the peak of his career.
And Hunter... felt like a nobody. He placed his head in his hands. He didn't have the Foundation anymore. He didn't have the Art Studio anymore. He had nothing. And really... how could he expect anyone to be happy dating a nobody. His whole body shook with despair. Was he really fooling himself this whole time?
Hunter felt so raw and vulnerable. He didn't know who he was anymore.
With a thud, as he threw the pillow away from him, Hunter sat up. Breathing through the sudden anger and sadness that was overwhelming him.
He sat in his tent, shivering, tears still running down his face.
It was when he reached the Cuyahoga Valley National Park, nearly 11 days later, that the emotions that Hunter was trying so hard to run away finally caught up to him.
He was exhausted, after hiking the Brandywine Gorge Trail. And had crawled into his tent for a well-deserved night of rest. But sleep did not come.
Everything that Hunter felt he had handled crashed down on him in that moment. The trauma of having his appearance changed in the first place. The struggles of the first year. The devastation when the kiss from Lindy did not work. Then how hard he worked to get comfortable in his own skin for five years. And then accepting himself and finding love.
Then having his magic taken away from him. To have to look in the mirror and see his old self -- Kyle -- and being face-to-face with the mistakes he made in the past. His selfishness. His rudeness. His judgement of others. To hate himself just a little day after day.
Hunter felt the tears come fast and hard.
The truth was that he did not know who he was right now. Was he still the good-looking and suave Kyle? Or was he the poetic and unique Hunter?
And he tried so hard to get answers on what had happened, only for Karlene to run away from him. As he thought about Karlene, Hunter started sobbing hard. He got stabbed protecting her. Twice! And she ran away. He can still remember the sharp pain from the knife in his gut. The worst thing was that Karlene took away everything that he worked so hard for -- and was acting so selfish about not even facing up to her mistake.
Hunter pulled his pillow to his face so he could scream into it. Then cried into the fabric. Soaking it.
He felt so alone right now. He had pushed away Jim, but right now his tears reflected how much he missed the other man. How much it hurt not to see him in person. But that summoned forth a new insecurity, one that Hunter had denied. He has seen how Jim looks at him now. Would he want him to get his magic back? Hunter does not know.
With the distance between the two of them, with Jim on his exploration mission, it was difficult to make sense of what their relationship was. And while Hunter desired no one else but Jim, the Starfleet captain had wanted his own freedom -- it being somewhere between 23rd Century relationship norms or Jim's reliance on his charm when it came to negotiations with other species. Right now, it just seemed as another way for Jim to put up a wall of resistance against the relationship they have found themselves in. And Hunter knew he had not really fought for what he wanted.
And what hurt most was the sudden thought of how hard Hunter had worked on the ring for Jim. And while he gave it to Jim with no expectations... right now it felt so unappreciated. That Hunter truly didn't express what he wanted to say. That he wanted to feel worthy of the other man. Especially right now, when Jim's life had taken him to the grandness of space. To lead a crew into the exploration of new places, to be the first to see the stars, and planets, and aliens that were out there. Jim was at the peak of his career.
And Hunter... felt like a nobody. He placed his head in his hands. He didn't have the Foundation anymore. He didn't have the Art Studio anymore. He had nothing. And really... how could he expect anyone to be happy dating a nobody. His whole body shook with despair. Was he really fooling himself this whole time?
Hunter felt so raw and vulnerable. He didn't know who he was anymore.
With a thud, as he threw the pillow away from him, Hunter sat up. Breathing through the sudden anger and sadness that was overwhelming him.
He sat in his tent, shivering, tears still running down his face.
a twisting path through the roses
Aug. 16th, 2018 07:31 pmHe is dreaming. It is one of those surreal dreams, where he knows he is dreaming. It started out as a nice dream -- him and Jim walking hand-in-hand on the beach. And then a storm comes up. And they are running for shelter. But instead of it taking a rom-com turn, where they end up kissing under the boardwalk -- the storm just gets worse and worse.
And then the darkness of the storm rips Jim away from Hunter. He is almost awake with a scream at his throat.
But there is something that keeps him asleep. A presence. The familiar sensation of Kendra's magic that keeps him in the dream.
"Find me. Find me." Her voice is so faint. And Hunter feels himself climb out of bed, half-asleep, but aware enough to walk. To try to follow the voice.
( He leaves the apartment )
And then the darkness of the storm rips Jim away from Hunter. He is almost awake with a scream at his throat.
But there is something that keeps him asleep. A presence. The familiar sensation of Kendra's magic that keeps him in the dream.
"Find me. Find me." Her voice is so faint. And Hunter feels himself climb out of bed, half-asleep, but aware enough to walk. To try to follow the voice.
( He leaves the apartment )
Flames consume her path
Jul. 9th, 2018 03:56 pmHunter had spent several nights at the same bar, the place where he had lost his powers during an innocent night out with his artist friends. It gave him a lot of time to sit and think to himself... about the recent changes to his appearance and how it really affected his life.
He really had no other activities to keep him busy right now. Hunter had really put his heart and soul into the Foundation and the Seven Sisters Art Gallery, and it bothered him to not have day-to-day interactions with his staff. But how would he explain that his appearance had changed... so suddenly?
Slowly, Hunter sipped at his beer, looking around the bar another time. It was a quiet night, which gave him some hope that he would have a better chance of finding clues that might lead to the identity of the young girl, who had reminded him so much of Kendra. He had been here on busier nights, when it had been harder to collect his thoughts (or to politely decline the offers of being joined).
A soft chuckle escaped Hunter's throat at that last thought. With his tattooed-look, not many people were bold enough to approach him. Or flirt with him. But right now, it was sort of flattering to have so many offers of a free drink, or company for the night. Of course, he had turned down the more daring offers that would have led to something more intimate.
And even with the 'permission' from the Starfleet Captain to seek affection elsewhere while Jim was serving his five-year mission, Hunter just couldn't go down that route. His heart belonged to Jim.
It had been so reassuring that Jim had stopped by the other night to check on Hunter's welfare. It really spoke to how that Hunter could count on the other man. And he had not missed the desire in Jim's eyes in regards to Hunter's new appearance. No matter what happened -- he could count on Jim being there.
Suddenly, Hunter felt something on the edge of his nerves that broke his deep thoughts. Looking up, he saw the young woman who had reminded him so much of Kendra. And just seeing her again -- Hunter could sense his magic radiating off her. She looked so much more confident and sure of herself. But at the same time, that even she didn't know what had changed.
Hunter finished his beer, before heading over to where she sat. And he was reminded of Kendra... when the girl looked up at him with the same deep green eyes that pierced his soul.
"I know you..." She whispered. She stood, her eyes wide like a frightened deer.
"Wait..." Hunter took a step back, he could sense the magic in the air, creating a protective force around her. It felt like an invisible fire on his skin.
"No. It is not time..." She moved from her table, preparing to leave the bar. Hunter reached out to try to reason with her, but she whirled and looked at him with those sharp green eyes, and he felt like his whole being was on fire. He slumped down into a chair, watching helplessly as she ran off, not even getting her name.
A flicker of pain ran up his arm, and looking down he could see the thorns of the rose bush return briefly, before it faded. Leaving his arm bare again. He felt like he couldn't breathe... so he struggled to get to a private area of the bar, where he could PINpoint home.
Hunter could feel the fire of his magic dance back to life one moment, and then return to being gone. And it was pure torture. The pain ebbed and faded, leaving him so exhausted that he could barely make it to the couch. Fumbling with his PINpoint, he sent a quick message to the one person that knew the workings of magic better than anyone. And as he slumped to the couch, it was only seconds later that he could feel the reassuring touch of Hermione Jean Granger.
He really had no other activities to keep him busy right now. Hunter had really put his heart and soul into the Foundation and the Seven Sisters Art Gallery, and it bothered him to not have day-to-day interactions with his staff. But how would he explain that his appearance had changed... so suddenly?
Slowly, Hunter sipped at his beer, looking around the bar another time. It was a quiet night, which gave him some hope that he would have a better chance of finding clues that might lead to the identity of the young girl, who had reminded him so much of Kendra. He had been here on busier nights, when it had been harder to collect his thoughts (or to politely decline the offers of being joined).
A soft chuckle escaped Hunter's throat at that last thought. With his tattooed-look, not many people were bold enough to approach him. Or flirt with him. But right now, it was sort of flattering to have so many offers of a free drink, or company for the night. Of course, he had turned down the more daring offers that would have led to something more intimate.
And even with the 'permission' from the Starfleet Captain to seek affection elsewhere while Jim was serving his five-year mission, Hunter just couldn't go down that route. His heart belonged to Jim.
It had been so reassuring that Jim had stopped by the other night to check on Hunter's welfare. It really spoke to how that Hunter could count on the other man. And he had not missed the desire in Jim's eyes in regards to Hunter's new appearance. No matter what happened -- he could count on Jim being there.
Suddenly, Hunter felt something on the edge of his nerves that broke his deep thoughts. Looking up, he saw the young woman who had reminded him so much of Kendra. And just seeing her again -- Hunter could sense his magic radiating off her. She looked so much more confident and sure of herself. But at the same time, that even she didn't know what had changed.
Hunter finished his beer, before heading over to where she sat. And he was reminded of Kendra... when the girl looked up at him with the same deep green eyes that pierced his soul.
"I know you..." She whispered. She stood, her eyes wide like a frightened deer.
"Wait..." Hunter took a step back, he could sense the magic in the air, creating a protective force around her. It felt like an invisible fire on his skin.
"No. It is not time..." She moved from her table, preparing to leave the bar. Hunter reached out to try to reason with her, but she whirled and looked at him with those sharp green eyes, and he felt like his whole being was on fire. He slumped down into a chair, watching helplessly as she ran off, not even getting her name.
A flicker of pain ran up his arm, and looking down he could see the thorns of the rose bush return briefly, before it faded. Leaving his arm bare again. He felt like he couldn't breathe... so he struggled to get to a private area of the bar, where he could PINpoint home.
Hunter could feel the fire of his magic dance back to life one moment, and then return to being gone. And it was pure torture. The pain ebbed and faded, leaving him so exhausted that he could barely make it to the couch. Fumbling with his PINpoint, he sent a quick message to the one person that knew the workings of magic better than anyone. And as he slumped to the couch, it was only seconds later that he could feel the reassuring touch of Hermione Jean Granger.
A Spring Day Like No Other
May. 1st, 2018 06:04 pmIt was another busy day for Hunter. There were a few things on his schedule that required his attention. He started his morning by heading out to the Foundation's main office. The Foundation was getting more and more busy, especially after the New Yorker had written a very complementary story on the purpose of the Foundation. The article had featured the many different courses that were offered to those in need, and how the goal of the Foundation was to provide the tools necessary to change their life. The article had increased donations to the Foundation. It had also increased interest.
Several other cities close by also expressed interest in starting their own learning facilities too. Which meant that the Foundation needed to gain more volunteers on the board. Hunter was glad that he had many skilled and experienced people on his board already. The best part of the success of the Foundation was hearing the stories of those who had changed their lives, because they had used the programs or services that were made available to them. The Foundation was thriving, and Hunter just needed to check in and sign some legal documents every now and then.
It was nice to be the unseen man behind the scenes. That he could come and go, and know that the board and their volunteers were doing the work that made the Foundation a success. It only took a few hours during the morning for Hunter to get through the paperwork that he needed to complete.
For lunch, Hunter did have a quick birthday greeting with Lindy over Facetime. It was good to catch up with her. And to learn about the new adventures she was having as a married woman.
His appointment after lunch was with his dad's lawyer. It had been a surprise to learn that Robert had recently changed his Will, so that the majority of the money in the Kingson estate had been donated to the Foundation. And that Hunter himself was given the majority stock of all the Kingson Enterprises companies, including all of the media companies. So that meant more paperwork that require Hunter's signature.
After completing his appointments, Hunter picked up some take out on his way home, splurging a little to buy himself a birthday cake. The 'work' part of his day was done, and he wanted to get to his art studio. The past few days he had been working on a going-away project for a certain Starfleet captain.
Hunter put his takeout into the fridge to head to his art studio. He took a small piece of paper, which had a poem written on it, and set in inside of a small circular ring. Then he took several rose buds, fresh from the garden, harvesting the blooms juices into the same ring. He added some blue metallic paint. And then placed the circular ring into a firing oven to form a base.
While the base was being fire, Hunter worked with a heavier titanium steel to create a hand-carved exterior of a ring. It took timing to ensure that the base was placed inside the exterior at the right time, before placing a metal bottom to enclose the entire thing. He placed a long light blue sapphire in the center of the ring, before placing the entire creation into the firing oven again.
He ate his supper while waiting for the ring to complete. Taking it out of the oven, Hunter slid his hand over the unique creation. Then he used an engraving tool to carefully place Jim's initials at the bottom of the inside.
Hunter stared at the ring for a moment. He chuckled to himself, knowing that in his hands he held a promise ring. A promise to be there for Jim, as the Starfleet captain embraced the opportunity in front of him to explore space. A promise to be a friend, a lover, a confidante. A promise to explore new adventures together as a couple. And it was a promise for a whole lot more.
After placing the ring safely away in a small black box, Hunter grabbed a piece of birthday cake and decided to finish the day by relaxing in his hot tub. All in all... it was a good day.
Several other cities close by also expressed interest in starting their own learning facilities too. Which meant that the Foundation needed to gain more volunteers on the board. Hunter was glad that he had many skilled and experienced people on his board already. The best part of the success of the Foundation was hearing the stories of those who had changed their lives, because they had used the programs or services that were made available to them. The Foundation was thriving, and Hunter just needed to check in and sign some legal documents every now and then.
It was nice to be the unseen man behind the scenes. That he could come and go, and know that the board and their volunteers were doing the work that made the Foundation a success. It only took a few hours during the morning for Hunter to get through the paperwork that he needed to complete.
For lunch, Hunter did have a quick birthday greeting with Lindy over Facetime. It was good to catch up with her. And to learn about the new adventures she was having as a married woman.
His appointment after lunch was with his dad's lawyer. It had been a surprise to learn that Robert had recently changed his Will, so that the majority of the money in the Kingson estate had been donated to the Foundation. And that Hunter himself was given the majority stock of all the Kingson Enterprises companies, including all of the media companies. So that meant more paperwork that require Hunter's signature.
After completing his appointments, Hunter picked up some take out on his way home, splurging a little to buy himself a birthday cake. The 'work' part of his day was done, and he wanted to get to his art studio. The past few days he had been working on a going-away project for a certain Starfleet captain.
Hunter put his takeout into the fridge to head to his art studio. He took a small piece of paper, which had a poem written on it, and set in inside of a small circular ring. Then he took several rose buds, fresh from the garden, harvesting the blooms juices into the same ring. He added some blue metallic paint. And then placed the circular ring into a firing oven to form a base.
While the base was being fire, Hunter worked with a heavier titanium steel to create a hand-carved exterior of a ring. It took timing to ensure that the base was placed inside the exterior at the right time, before placing a metal bottom to enclose the entire thing. He placed a long light blue sapphire in the center of the ring, before placing the entire creation into the firing oven again.
He ate his supper while waiting for the ring to complete. Taking it out of the oven, Hunter slid his hand over the unique creation. Then he used an engraving tool to carefully place Jim's initials at the bottom of the inside.
Hunter stared at the ring for a moment. He chuckled to himself, knowing that in his hands he held a promise ring. A promise to be there for Jim, as the Starfleet captain embraced the opportunity in front of him to explore space. A promise to be a friend, a lover, a confidante. A promise to explore new adventures together as a couple. And it was a promise for a whole lot more.
After placing the ring safely away in a small black box, Hunter grabbed a piece of birthday cake and decided to finish the day by relaxing in his hot tub. All in all... it was a good day.
From the art studio to the hospital
Feb. 5th, 2018 09:22 pmTonight was an important night for Hunter and the Seven Sisters art studio. A new artist was exhibiting their artwork, and there was finally media attention about the studio itself. The art gala had a number of art critics attending. And many people were learning about the Foundation, and the work that the organization did in the community.
Hunter was preparing some notes, to speak to a small scrum with the media. He had not done something like this for a few year. Not since he was dealing with the media and his father's business.
He felt very nervous. Without warning, his phone buzzed an alert. Hunter spared a quick glance at his phone, noticed that the caller ID was from the hospital, and took a few moments to answer it.
"Mr. Kingson?" The almost-too-pleasant voice spoke to him on the other end. Already Hunter had a dreaded feeling in the pit of his stomach. Almost no one addressed him by his former last name.
"Speaking..." He toned his voice to neutral.
"I am sorry to bother you. But you are listed on the emergency call list for your father, Robert Kingson." Hunter felt weak to his stomach. "He is in emergency room."
"What happened?" He whispered. The still-too-bright answer explaining that his father had a heart attack was barely heard by Hunter. The room around him felt claustrophobic. He tuned back in when the nurse asked him if he could come down to the hospital, and speak to the doctor.
"I... yah... I will be there." Hunter hung up the phone. Downstairs, the party of the art gala seemed to taunt him. He couldn't face the media scrum now. He couldn't face anyone right now.
Hunter told one of his Foundation board members to take over the art gala for him, as his Uber cab pulled up to take him to the hospital. In the back seat of the cab, He closed his eyes, making a desperate wish that everything would be okay. A feeling in the pit of his stomach told him that it would not be.
He pulled out his PINpoint and send a message to Jim. I am on my way to the hospital. My dad had a heart attack,
Hunter was preparing some notes, to speak to a small scrum with the media. He had not done something like this for a few year. Not since he was dealing with the media and his father's business.
He felt very nervous. Without warning, his phone buzzed an alert. Hunter spared a quick glance at his phone, noticed that the caller ID was from the hospital, and took a few moments to answer it.
"Mr. Kingson?" The almost-too-pleasant voice spoke to him on the other end. Already Hunter had a dreaded feeling in the pit of his stomach. Almost no one addressed him by his former last name.
"Speaking..." He toned his voice to neutral.
"I am sorry to bother you. But you are listed on the emergency call list for your father, Robert Kingson." Hunter felt weak to his stomach. "He is in emergency room."
"What happened?" He whispered. The still-too-bright answer explaining that his father had a heart attack was barely heard by Hunter. The room around him felt claustrophobic. He tuned back in when the nurse asked him if he could come down to the hospital, and speak to the doctor.
"I... yah... I will be there." Hunter hung up the phone. Downstairs, the party of the art gala seemed to taunt him. He couldn't face the media scrum now. He couldn't face anyone right now.
Hunter told one of his Foundation board members to take over the art gala for him, as his Uber cab pulled up to take him to the hospital. In the back seat of the cab, He closed his eyes, making a desperate wish that everything would be okay. A feeling in the pit of his stomach told him that it would not be.
He pulled out his PINpoint and send a message to Jim. I am on my way to the hospital. My dad had a heart attack,
Helping a Friend In Need
Dec. 31st, 2017 12:54 pmHunter was glad that he might know someone who would help Steve. It was just a matter of introducing Steve to April, and hope that the other woman can help Steve. Hunter really hoped that she could.
He arranged for a table of three at the Nexus cafe, sending the coordinates to both Steve and April.
His arm was better, with just the bones left in his hand left to regrow. It felt nice to not have to wear a full arm sling anymore. And his hand was protected by a simple glove that ensured that the healing process would continue.
Hunter had already ordered a hot chocolate. And was just waiting for his guests to arrive.
He arranged for a table of three at the Nexus cafe, sending the coordinates to both Steve and April.
His arm was better, with just the bones left in his hand left to regrow. It felt nice to not have to wear a full arm sling anymore. And his hand was protected by a simple glove that ensured that the healing process would continue.
Hunter had already ordered a hot chocolate. And was just waiting for his guests to arrive.
Repairing the Broken ((group thread))
Dec. 14th, 2017 06:53 pmHunter was still in the common ward at St. Mungos, despite the fact that he no longer felt like he needed to be there. Madame Pomfey had wanted to watch his first few days of re-growing the bone.
So while he was still in the hospital, a group of his friends had decided to descend upon his apartment, to repair the damage caused by Bellatrix. There were signs that a little cleaning had already been completed by Jim in the last few days. But there were signs of the magical battle all around the place.
His kitchen table was gone, the broken pieces already cleaned away. There was an empty space along the wall, where an entertainment center once belonged. The doors and the windows to the balcony still did not have any glass, but at least the broken glass was gone. The burned artwork was also removed. But there is now a large empty spot along the wall, where a large portrait once was displayed.
There was a lot of work ahead of them. But they had a good crowd of people to get it done.
So while he was still in the hospital, a group of his friends had decided to descend upon his apartment, to repair the damage caused by Bellatrix. There were signs that a little cleaning had already been completed by Jim in the last few days. But there were signs of the magical battle all around the place.
His kitchen table was gone, the broken pieces already cleaned away. There was an empty space along the wall, where an entertainment center once belonged. The doors and the windows to the balcony still did not have any glass, but at least the broken glass was gone. The burned artwork was also removed. But there is now a large empty spot along the wall, where a large portrait once was displayed.
There was a lot of work ahead of them. But they had a good crowd of people to get it done.
Hunter had concentrated on taking care of himself during the last two days, ever since he had gotten into that fight during his search for Austin. And after feeling healed, and in a better mental state, Hunter felt ready for the next step in his plans.
He needed to talk to his father. And get a message to the FBI agents that were assigned as Secret Service to Rob Kingson's Senate candidacy.
Hunter had sent his father an email to arrange a meeting, and had actually gotten a reply back. So he hoped that was a good sign. All that was left to send an text to Jim, since the Starfleet captain had offered to come with Hunter during this meeting.
Hey handsome. Time to meet my father. Feel ready?
He needed to talk to his father. And get a message to the FBI agents that were assigned as Secret Service to Rob Kingson's Senate candidacy.
Hunter had sent his father an email to arrange a meeting, and had actually gotten a reply back. So he hoped that was a good sign. All that was left to send an text to Jim, since the Starfleet captain had offered to come with Hunter during this meeting.
Hey handsome. Time to meet my father. Feel ready?
Thorn in the Garden of Life
Aug. 12th, 2017 01:16 pmHunter paced his apartment, his phone in one hand, and a list of phone numbers in his other hand. He just got off the phone with Marcus, one of the six other people who had been given a gift by Kendra. And had learned that Marcus had been attacked by Austin.
Luckily, Marcus was able to get away, without any major side effects.
But Hunter was now worried about the others. And so he was making calls to everyone else who he had talked to, and warned them about Austin so they could stay safe.
And he knew it was time to face Austin again. But even though he felt like it was an emergency, Hunter knew that it would be better to make sure someone else came with him. He also knew exactly who he wanted to have by his side.
Jim. Austin attacked another person. I feel like I need to deal with this. Are you available to come with me?
Luckily, Marcus was able to get away, without any major side effects.
But Hunter was now worried about the others. And so he was making calls to everyone else who he had talked to, and warned them about Austin so they could stay safe.
And he knew it was time to face Austin again. But even though he felt like it was an emergency, Hunter knew that it would be better to make sure someone else came with him. He also knew exactly who he wanted to have by his side.
Jim. Austin attacked another person. I feel like I need to deal with this. Are you available to come with me?