Bubbles (Dean)

[azrael murphy devlin]

It had been a long couple of days and Azi finally had a break from working double shifts at the climbing gym, open to close. It was how she stayed so active and in shape while everyone else had to work around some schedule. She simply managed to luck out in doing what she loved and used it as a bonus to stay in shape. All that mattered now, since she had a sunny, beautiful day off, was she was going to relax at the lake and do nothing. She was tired and her entire body ached from constant work and strenuous things at that.

The tall woman had simply thrown on a pair of shorts and a black band shirt as well as her bathing suit before whistling for her dogs to jump on into the bed of her truck and lay down. She’d grabbed a towel and blanket to sit on, throwing them in as well along with her wallet, phone, cigarettes, and keys. She’d just use a back pack for those, one of the ones she keeps in her truck all the time. Shrugging and grinning to herself, she pulled out of the driveway and headed off towards the outcroppings of town and the lake. It was a perfect, sunny day to go hang out and early enough in the afternoon that she would more than likely be one of the only people, if not the only person, there.

Since it was during the week still, she wasn’t at all fazed by it and told her work that she was only to be called in an emergency and to let her have a day off without interruptions. So far, so good. Whistling a bit to herself as she finished the drive and parked, she put down the bed for the dogs to get out who immediately took off running around and chasing squirrels. Everyone in the park knew they were hers and the dogs never went far out of the way. They were interested in the squirrels and trees and everything but their mommy. Azi chuckled to herself before stripping off her shirt and tossing it in the cab of her old beat up truck and heading up the short little path to the lakefront.

It was a cute little swimming hole, somewhere people could get out of the way and relax for a bit before they went back to their hectic lives. Azi intended to take full advantage of this and immediately stripped off her shorts as soon as she had her stuff down and dove into the water, letting her hair come loose and flow around her. It looked like a giant ink blot from the surface, fanning out before she kicked off, swimming around and playing in the cool water for a bit. When she finally had enough of chasing little fish around, she surfaced and floated for a moment before climbing out and laying down in the sun, closing her eyes for a brief nap.

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[dean jackson starr]

"Why can't I go hiking today?" Piper asked, yet again as she sat at the kitchen counter, spoonful of cereal halfway to her mouth.
"You've got to be at that coffee shop this evening, they want to meet you, remember?" Dean said as he leaned against the kitchen counter, swatting Charlie the cat away from straps of his backpack. "I might camp or something, gotta get some shoots done. You should be excited about this anyways." He told her.
"Um, I'm totally new around here, know next to no one in this town, and have to go perform knowing that? I don't think so." Piper said, a glare piercing through her eyes.
"You'll be fine, I'm going to the lake, eat your Lucky Charms and then go explore the town or something." Dean said, just brushing her off. He know she was nervous, but he also knew she had to get used to it. He and the family won't be around at the front of every audience while she was living so far away. Yes, it was him and their father that took her to Carnegie Hall and other places to perform, but Piper was a lot more independent than she thought she was. Dean felt she just needed the push. "Plus, we're not going to be at all your gigs anymore." He added before snatching his bag's strap away from the cat and leaving.

Dean wasn't exactly sure where he was going to go hiking, then he saw a road sign for the lake. "That ought to be a good place to start." he said to himself, out loud. It was a hot sunny afternoon, why not go for a swim? Pulling up at the lake, he thought he recognized one of the trucks from somewhere in the neighborhood, he just couldn't really place where.

Then he heard the barking, three shaggy bodies chasing a squirrel. Dean smiled to himself as he grabbed camera gear out of the cab of his truck, he kept a set ready for outdoor shoots at all times. The Lowepro bag had his Nikon with a couple lenses, waterproof casing, and some hiking equipment. Some called it overkill of equipment, he called it well prepared. He pulled his plaid shirt off, leaving only his swim trunks and sunglasses, before he headed down the trail.

The trail wasn't hard at all, it was short and pretty easy access. That's when his blue-gray eyes saw the length of dark hair and the woman in the bikini. Beat up truck, those dogs, yeah, it had to be her.
"Hey there, nice day isn't it? he called, looking over the tops of his sunglasses. Who would've thought he would've seen someone he knew. She looked pretty good in the bikini too, and he could't help but notice that.

[azrael murphy devlin]

Azrael sat up a bit, pushing herself up on her elbow and raised a hand to shield her eyes from the glare of the sun before sh recognized the boy. She couldn't exactly remember his name and knew it started with a D but that was as far as she got, her brain lazy with sleep and warm sunshine. She raised a hand in a single greeting before laying back down, pulling her hair over to drape across her stomach, the wet strands causing goosebumps to arise across he skin and little wet droplets to slide down. Shrugging a shoulder she reached into her own backpack and slid out a package of cigarettes and her lighter, flipping one onto her lips with a practiced gesture.

"It is and it's a great day to let the dogs run and relax outside," she said as she lit her cigarette and sat up, crossing her arms over her knees, watching Dean approach. That was his name, she knew instantly.

The dogs came barelling back in with excited barks and sniffled around Dean, excitedly sniffing him and his camera gear, licking hands and face in greeting with tails wagging before they excitedly bounded off, immediately wanting to play and splashing in the water, chasing fish around. They were just like giant puppies most of the time unless someone got too close to their mother. Then of course, they came in and sat inbetween the two humans, acting as furry shields.

Azi herself snorted at the dogs, shaking her head as she stretched out on the blanket she'd brought along and simply motioned for Dean to join her. "So, cameraman, what brings you up here? I thought you'd be long gone by now."






(OOC: haha she's camerashy btw. Most photos of her involve her flipping the bird or a hand in the way. Just a heads up )

[dean jackson starr]

"Well I'd be letting my dogs have a run if only I brought them down. I think it's my last day in town." Dean said with a content sigh as he put his camera bag down. In an instant it was open and Dean was attaching a strap to one of his Nikon bodies, still debating which lens to use first. "I had to clear some stuff up and get Pie off her feet a little with music and school and stuff. Dad knows better than to trust her with his checkbook. Its a long drive for me to bring bail money so let's hope she never gets in trouble with the law." He said the last part with a chuckle. Piper was always the goody goody, at least with major things. Noise couldn't get her thrown in jail right? Jailtime was something his sister was obviously not well suited for.
He picked up a lens, the fisheye, that would work. It was a beautiful 8mm piece of glass that he adored. He crouched and aimed the lens, taking a shot every moment or so. "So therefore I am here on my supposed day off to work on my actual job. " He smiled at the thought of getting work done on a beautiful, those always made him happy. Simplicity at it's best could get turned into a beautiful photograph.

[azrael murphy devlin]

Azi smiled some, not a usual smirk or brief upturn of lips, but an actual smile at the comment of his sister being anything but good. Rotten apples tended to know their own kind and she was no exception. She'd known Pie was anything but bad the moment she'd met her. Chuckling a bit to herself mostly, she took a drag on her cigarette and shifted her hair again. When loose, the strands tended to either be stepped on or sat on if she and others weren't careful. Exhaling the smoke, she grabbed a small rock with a dent in it to serve as an ashtray as she extinguished the butt of the cigarette.

"If you love your job then there's no real reason o be upset about working on a day off," she said with a slight hint of amusement tinging her voice. "And of course, if anything she'll be quite alright. I'm sure the neighbors love her already and made friends."

The neighborhood was very friendly and full of helpful people. Many of them let others mind their own business but were cheerful and invited everyone to cook outs in summer, bonfires in fall, block parties and birthday parties and everything in between. They'd be ecstatic to have a new neighbor, especially a musically talented one. Azi already knew people were buzzing with the news, and most definitely the older children were talking about the siblings. Then again, some of the older kids on the block were just shy of turning 18 so Azi knew what they were looking for.

Sighing a bit to herself, she watched Dean work before shrugging and pulling on her shorts, mildly self conscious now that she was in the presence of another human being that was close to her age. Grimacing slightly, Azi grabbed her towel and draped it over her head in a façade of drying her hair but a much more real action of hiding herself behind something. A tangible wall.

Scooting back some so that she was deliberately behind him, she watched her dogs and kept an eye on the path up to the lake so that they wouldn't surprise any visitors as they were wont to do. She laughed a bit as Napoleon flopped on Scooby, sending his brother off the shore and into the water, looking contused as to why he was suddenly soaking wet.

She pulled the towel over her face and moved it roughly over the long strands, drying them and squeezing the excess water out of her hair and shivering when the cold droplets raced down her back. She was mildly curious as to what exactly Dean was working on and why the scenery was so important but she kept her mouth shut as she hid under her towel.

[dean jackson starr]

"She's never been this on her own you know. Yeah, she's like 20, but we both lived at home for a long time. Both of us went to Savannah College of Art and Design. It was a few blocks away from home, might as well not pay extra rent since the folks were never home anyways." Dean said, He knew his sister was extremely likable, after all their parents had trained them both to be those typical well behaved southern kids. They knew all about southern hospitality, welcoming everyone, feeding everyone, and fried chicken. "I mean, I had an sublease in New York for a little bit when I was shooting Niagara falls and stuff, but I'm used to living at home or out of my truck in a hotel."

Water splashed as the dog plopped into the water, as first instinct, Dean's hand flew to block to droplets from the front of his camera lens. Waterproof casing was something he always instantly bought, but it was easier to shield than pull out a lens cloth and clean. He got a laugh out of dog's face, "Perfect, these guys make me want to do a special on Wolfhounds," He said with a chuckle as he clicked away. "Ever seen those famous underwater shots of dogs chasing toys into water? They make the most entertaining faces."

(OOC: Is it sad that it took me this long to realize I can bold stuff without typing it out?)

[azrael murphy devlin]

Azi made no comment to his replies of the college, ducking her head momentarily as she felt a rush of shame and guilt. Azrael immediately felt like a giant bumbling idiot next to him and shut up, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it, figuring that was better to deal with than her own emotions and feelings regarding it. Comments like that gnawed at her self-confidence and simply made her feel inadequate sitting next to him She simply stared off to the side, watching the trees and foliage on the opposite side of the trail, using her newly acquired rock as the ashtray and simply tapping off the cigarette into the end before taking another drag on it.

Shrugging her shoulders, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat bad for Piper. Azrael herself had essentially been on her own since she was able to drive, and she’d worked as much as she could and saved up money, buying her own truck, paying her own insurance, taking care of her own dogs. She’d gotten her puppies at sixteen, raising the three of them from the litter together since they were nothing but a few days old. She’d trained them and raised them and they were her kids. Azi herself was content to sit back and fade out of the view of everyone and simply be there when she was needed. As it was, she was already silent and letting Dean do whatever he wanted to do, and she simply sat back and watched.

Shrugging a shoulder once more, she shook her head as she exhaled some smoke. “No, I can’t say I have,” she said quietly, watching her dogs swim around and belly flop into the water. She smiled some, that quick upturn of lips she often did instead of the full smile. It was easier for her to do that than to smile, it often brought less attention to her and simply kept people from getting close to her and ultimately getting hurt. She was beyond scared of making friends with people because most people didn’t even like her to begin with unless they needed her for something. She didn’t really mind it when people needed her expertise on things she knew about. However, sometimes or well most of the time, people asked her opinion on things that she had no interest in or knowledge of she felt stupid and inadequate.

Watching Dean for a moment, she chewed on her lip before stubbing her cigarette out on the rock and simply lay back down, folding down the towel up like a pillow and pulling her hair over her shoulder to cover her torso mostly. She threw an arm over her eyes and snorted, knowing the feeling of living out of your car. “That must have been fun,” she said some, folding one leg up and leaving the other to lay out straight, still behind him.

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[dean jackson starr]

"Well I can say that I've actually pitched a tent in the bed of my truck and lived there for three days before." Dean said with his usual lighthearted chuckle, "It was pretty interesting, just me, the dogs, and the wilderness. I got a great shot of Scotch during that trip, probably one of the best I'll ever take."
Dean clicked a few more pictures of the happy sopping wet dogs, "Most people think wet dogs are just smelly and messy, I think a dog's personality is captured beautifully when they're soaked." He said, grinning as the Scooby stared right into his camera lens.
A few more camera clicks, then Dean turned to Azi. "Now how about you have a turn, can't let them have the spotlight all the time can you?" He smiled with puppy dog eyes. She was beautiful, with the long hair and a purely badass look. A lot different than the bleach blonde heavy chested models that work sent to him sometimes. Azi was different, not trying to be seductive in the least, nor was she going for some scaredy cat supposedly sexy doe eyed look.

[azrael murphy devlin]

Azi made a sound halfway between a cough and a choking sound, not quite sure what it was. His…request had come completely out of left field and struck a nerve. And right now more than ever she wanted her shirt back. But that was in the truck about a quarter of a mile away. Yeah, there was no easy excuse to go and get it. Lifting her arm just slightly she looked at him with an arched eyebrow and a steadfast unamused look. Azrael hated pictures of herself and avoided them like the plague. And it was about time he knew that if he wanted to hang around.

“I can and absof*ckinglutely not,” she said in a relatively neutral tone. Relatively being the key word in that phrase as she never once allowed someone to take a picture of her. Anything of her was obscured in some way or her flipping the bird. Anyone with any sort of confidence issues could relate to that, not wanting to have their flaws brought to light. She gave Dean a look before simply whistling to her dogs to get out of the water since they weren’t really doing much but getting into trouble at the moment.

It was but four seconds later that a pile of wet dogs were on top of the two humans, sniffing and licking with tails wagging and happy barks that demanded attention. Azi chuckled as she ruffled Bubbles’ head while Napoleon happily contented himself to snuffling Dean and Dean’s camera gear, curious about it all and deciding Dean’s lap was as good as place as any so flop his body weight down. Napoleon barked once happily, content to get Dean soaked while Scooby happily shook and sent water everywhere, getting them all wet again. Azi groaned quietly under her breath before she pushed Bubbles off her and made him sit, sitting up as well and checking that her blanket was now well and truly soaked. Hopefully some time in the sun would dry it.

She didn’t really look at Dean after she refused his request, trying to get the dogs to sit down and behave. It was a hard task as they were all extremely excited to see him, remembering him and his pets and the fact that he was super nice. They were simply when everything came down to it, wanting affection and since he was here with their mother, they liked him automatically, despite the tenseness in Azi’s shoulders from her own comment and the simple fact that request opened all kinds of doors for her own questions to start needling at the back of her mind. She knew that she’d been abrupt and harsh with her words, but it was her own defense mechanism to keep her from getting hurt. It had been in place so long that she was almost reluctant to apologize, working up more of a way to say it rather than saying the actual words.

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[dean jackson starr]

Dean was rather taken aback at first at the abrupt and very blunt answer. People usually didn't say no to a photographer, especially pretty girls. He never did understand why pretty girls didn't want their picture taken. "Oh, okay, sorry." He said sheepishly.

But the dogs seemed to love the attention. The second they came out of the water, the camera was safe. Dean contented himself with scratching their furry heads, and sometimes even babytalking to them. "Normally I carry dog treats on me, I didn't exactly plan on seeing any today." He said with a laugh as a dog's tongue slobbered across his face.

He had three dogs himself. First was his whoodle, white with brown patches, named Whiskey. The curly dog was always running off and was more hyper than a jack Russell. Then he had Scotch, his beautiful blue eyed husky mix the he rescued from a shelter. Last but not least was his darling baby, the dog that was once a scrawny little puppy found on the streets that he took in. He was't sure what breed she was, but he was guessing around a golden retriever, border collie mix, he named her Lady Gin, but usually called her Gin. If Rusty the family's irish setter counted, he would be a forth dog, but Rusty preferred lying on the couch than running around outside.

"Reminds me of my whoodle," Dean chuckled as the dogs continued to bounce around him.

[azrael murphy devlin]

Azrael shrugged a bit, rubbing Bubble’s head. She didn’t really find any reason to agree to have her picture taken and mostly since there were no pictures of her in existence that she had left out somewhere. Her brothers only had a few of them that were taken and most of those were sitting in a photo album left locked away somewhere in her house. Her father loved to deny that she existed anymore and right now all Azrael did was ignore her brothers. She knew that things would just go downhill for her if she bothered to answer any of the calls that had come through. Azrael, to her father, was a failure and an abomination and he’d always made sure that she knew how much he hated her and loathed her for taking his wife away.

So for Azrael to say that she was pretty was something of a far stretch and a lie to her, she never understood why someone would say that when anytime Azrael looked in the mirror she saw someone that looked like a boy. Azrael honestly questioned whether or not that she was a boy in a girl’s body. Azrael didn’t need a mirror to get dressed as she never went anywhere fancy. She had never once been invited anywhere or brought along as a friend. If she went to a bar, she was left alone to drink in her corner. To the vast majority of people, Azrael was someone you shuffled off and hid, you were ashamed of. She didn’t go in public and they didn’t want her there. She had her use and that was a limited thing, something Azrael knew and had picked up on a long time ago. She’d stopped trying to be something else and had accepted her place in life, her small little corner.

Watching Dean for a moment, her lips tilted up into the faintest of smiles as the dogs milled around and snuffled Dean. She really didn’t think that he’d be anything but polite to her since she was his sister’s neighbor. He seemed like he was nothing but polite and Azrael figured that he had plenty of friends and lovers back home, so she would be nothing but a neighbor or a half familiar face from time to time. She didn’t worry about things like that, banishing them back into the depths of her mind to not think about again, a faint chuckle escaping her lips at that comment. “They’re already spoiled, no need to spoil them further,” she said with a laugh in her voice.

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[dean jackson starr]

"I'm pretty sure there's no such thing as too spoiled for a dog." Dean said with a chuckle. "My mom and I used to bake homemade dog treats and stuff when I was a kid. Don't think I remember ever not having dogs around. They're called man's best friend for a reason!" He said with a fond smile of the memories, and the dogs. Dean still remembered the recipes as if it was just yesterday that he and his mom were in the kitchen with the mixing bowls and ovens. Piper would be at the table with a guitar and notebook scribbling away. Good thing too considering her cooking ability. Maybe if they had convinced her to help out with dog treat baking day, she'd actually know something about baking. But when Dean grew into his teen years, his mom didn't make as much time to bake dog treats. Then again, how many 24 year old sons want to spend the day in a kitchen with no promise of eating?
He continued to scratched Napoleon under the chin. Then he was whacked in the head with the tail of another dog, "Hey!" He exclaimed though his laughter.

[azrael murphy devlin]

Azi smiled some, petting Bubbles as Scooby's tail hit against Dean's face, eliciting a small laugh from her. She bit her lip almost immediately though to stifle it. She wasn't used to interacting with adults or laughing at antics. She instead chose to bury her face against Scooby's wet side, shaking her head as the black strands of hair meshed against Bubbles' fur. The black dog had nestled against his mother and peered at Dean through Azrael's hair and barked happily, panting.

Azrael snorted, petting her dogs before shrugging. "That must have been fun," she simply commented. "Mine like carrots and green beans." Azrael shrugged again and sighed, leaning back against her elbows as her dogs flopped on the ground around them, Napoleon with his head in Dean's lap. Azi yawned slightly, tired and drowsy in the sun before she stood up, pushing her shorts down the impossibly long legs and dropping them on the blanket.

"I don't know about you, but sitting in the sun makes me tired. So you can either sit here or hop in the water. Be a pillow or actually go swimming," she laughed, walking ahead of Dean as her hair swung behind her like a shimmering curtain and moving as she did. "Or should I say race ya?" She teased.

[dean jackson starr]

"If I could get some of my dogs to eat vegetables, that would be a miracle, they know their carnivores, except maybe Whiskey, he'll eat anything." Dean said with a light laugh as he pushed the dog's rear end out of his face.
Then the woman got up, it was a challenge. Dean was never one to back down from a challenge. ""Eat. My. Dust! Errr, splashes! err, or whatever it would be in water!" He called before dashing straight for the and jumping off a rock and into the water, in a not very graceful at all cannonball. As much as he hated to admit it, those legs were gorgeous and slightly distracting as he floated for a second. Then his mind snapped back into what he called "challenge mode" and he sped off towards the other side of the swimming hole.
Dean paused, shook his soaking wet hair from his eyes and hollered "Catch me if you can!"
Challenges were always something Dean loved, and he didn't just let someone win because she was a girl either. He had a strict policy against that. Growing up, he was extremely competitive with his sisters, more on their part than his since he had a generally laid back personality. But the competitiveness was a learned behavior, especially with Piper around.

[azrael murphy devlin]

The dark haired rockclimber simply sped off. She'd had a slight head start on him and her long legs propeller her towards the water as she dove off a rock, the splashes sounding as one. She did have a distinct disadvantage of the long hair dragging behind her and slowing her down, but she pushed through it, popping up on the surface in an area too deep for her to touch bottom with her head above. She wasn't quite six feet tall, and he was a bit taller, but she knew the area. Laughing as she heard three other splashes, she surged forward, playing dirty and grabbing his leg while pulling him back. Whatever it took to win, right?

Diving past him, she headed for the mini falls with one goal in mind, climb to the top. She knew an easy route to get there that was hidden on the underside, leading to a small cave. It was shallow but hidden and perfectly private, somewhere she went to think and get away from it all. Dean, however, didn't need to know. And she sped off, diving under water and kicking as she headed towards the falls.

There was an area right around the base of the falls that was quite deep and great for diving as it reached about twenty feet, carved by the falls. It was smooth and inviting there, easy for people to play with and horse around without fear of getting hurt as the falls didn't pound down with as much force as they could, instead it was gentle and tolerable if you were comfortable. Azi kicked up to the surface again, looking around for the boy as she pushed long hair out of her face and kicked backwards on the surface.