Is there anyone out there?

[Email: Jake & Krycek in Germany]

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 03:16:58 GMT

TO: FH Contact List
FROM: Alex Krycek <a.krycek@infonet.ch>
SUBJECT: Still Alive - Quick Update
Hey all, Had a great time in Venice - even got to see some sights while we were there (or so Jake points out). Jake and I are stationed at the Infonet company branch in Germany (where we're now employed, for those not previously in the know), but in between jobs at the moment. We've done a couple short gigs, couriering paperwork and a few items of a delicate nature. It's good work. Life post-graduation is going well. Gavin Sr is only calling every other week to ask if Jake's been abducted/kidnapped, instead of every other day. And there are no sharks in Germany, so I'm counting this as a win. Jake wants me to say that he hopes the Perk is still operational and has not somehow become a store selling bottled water. If anyone still in Fandom can reassure him of such, I'd appreciate it. -Krycek and Jake

[OOC: Anyone whose email Krycek would reasonably have can say they got this. :)]

[Room 230, Monday Morning]

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 17:20:02 GMT

Krycek was pretty sure that this kid thing? Could have been better (mostly by simply not happening in the first place), but so far, it also wasn't terrible.

Stretching slightly in place, Krycek kept his yawn quiet, not for Jake - he slept like a log - but for the wee little boy who had only been able to sleep last night when he was cradled in the blankets between his Daddy and Papa.

Jake would be awake any moment though, since the coffee maker was bubbling already, and Josh probably would be as well. Krycek planned on enjoying the quiet while it lasted.

[OOC: For a certain weetinygavins and courier_gavin.]

[Room 230, Monday Mid-morning]

Mon, 02 Apr 2007 19:55:48 GMT

Lau had made one last teleport jump to bring them home, after he'd been unconscious most of the night back in the Vineyard ~~which is still being slowplayed a bit, stupid timezones~~.

Krycek carried Jake up the stairs (missing his ex's skinny emo-goth form all the while) and back to his room, honestly uncertain where Jake had moved to and not particularly caring anyway; Jake's things may not be there any longer, but Krycek couldn't quite think of it as just his anymore.

He put Jake on his bed and went to collapse on the couch for a bit, giving himself a few minutes before he dug out his cell phone and made a call. When that was done, he let himself doze for a bit, seeing as he felt he deserved a bit of rest now.

[OOC: For certain someones.]

[Room 230, Thursday Later Evening - NFB]

Fri, 30 Mar 2007 02:13:25 GMT

Everyone left after the meeting, save two - Krycek, because it was his room, and D'anna, who he'd asked quietly to stick around.

He pushed away from the desk and opened the mini fridge, pulling out a couple bottles of water, one of which he offered her. "I have to ask you a favor," he said solemnly. "And I don't think you'll like it."

[OOC: For dbiers, NFB please.]

[Room 230, Thursday Evening - NFB]

Fri, 30 Mar 2007 01:54:46 GMT

After recieving less than stellar news earlier, Krycek made his calls and waited. Thankfully, people showed up, which was more of a relief than he'd like to admit.

When everyone had gathered in his mostly empty room, Krycek got their attention with a tap of a coffee mug against the top of his desk. "Guys? I really appreciate you coming here for this," he said to start off, looking grim. "Now we just need to figure out who's doing what."

	Parker looked around, and said, "How many groups do we have here? Those going, and those staying to research? Anything else?"
	"How many of us are researching, anyway?" Rory asked quietly, her arms crossed around herself. She glanced over at Mac and asked, "Anyone but the book nerd and the techno whiz? 'Cause I think we can handle it if you want to get a head start on the going part. The sooner we find him and fix this, the better."
	Mac nodded her agreement. "So long as we know what we're looking for," she said. "With any luck, between us we'll dig up something of use."
	Alanna handed Faithful off to Rory. "He's useful once you get past all the snark." Faithful glared. "Hey!"
	Rory raised a brow but took the cat. "And I promise Vladdie'll stay out of things," she assured him.
	"Good, because otherwise he's loosing a nose." Faithful said and looked innocently up at Rory.
	D crossed her arms and leaned against the back of the sofa and gave a half-hearted, half grin in Faithful's general direction. No one had died of snark yet. A Help-Find-Jake-Central group meeting was the last place she ever expected to find herself, but Alex had asked and here she was. "So, what's the game plan?"
	"So far, all we know is Jake's missing while on an assignment for his dad," Krycek said, leaning against his desk. "For those of you who don't know, Jake's dad runs a courier service - their employees make deliveries and transport things for clients, and the name of the game is 'discretion'. "The problem is, aside from Jake having disappeared off the face of the earth, Jake's dad thinks it's an inside job." The look on his face was deceptively bland, belying how surprised he'd been at recieving a call from Jacob Sr, much less a call for help. "Which is why he called me. We've got to find him before something worse happens to him - assuming it hasn't already. "Jake's last position was in Amsterdam. From here, we can get access to the Infonet computer systems - for the researching crew - and the rest of us will be in the field. Any questions so far?"
	Alanna tenatively raised her hand. "What's Amsterdam?"
	"The capital of the Netherlands," he said, then paused. "Which is in Europe, across the ocean."
	"Is there any reason he'd go on one of these missions and have to lay low? People he knew were after him?"
	"It's possible, but Mr Gavin doesn't seem to think so," Krycek said. "And I don't think he'd call me unless he was pretty damn sure Jake was missing."
	D snorted softly and said way under her breath, "no shit." She had Daddy-Gavin Issues.
	Parker raised an eyebrow at D, but decided not to ask about that reaction just yet. "So we know where, and when he disappeared. Do we know who? You said an inside job-- is this a large pool of people we're dealing with, or do we a limited number of suspects?"
	"It has to be one of the employees with high level security access," Krycek said. "So a somewhat limited pool. Possibly another courier."
	"How much do we know about those particular employees or couriers?" D asked, arms still crossed. Better to know as much as possible about what's a head than not ask.
	"Right now, not much," Krycek admitted. "All we know for sure is we don't know who we can trust, so we can't trust any of them."
	"Then I'm hoping we can all go armed, one way or another? I don't like the idea that whoever it is can get the drop on us, and the best we can do is call for help," Parker said. "When do we leave?"
	"We'll definitely go armed when we can. I have no idea if whoever has Jake would be cautious when shooting up a bunch of high school students, but I'd guess they wouldn't be too concerned," he said. "We'll be leaving tomorrow, so you've got time to decide if you want to drop out."
	"I'm in," Kawalsky said. "If it was an inside job, we should get intel on the other couriers' recent assignments and known contacts. They'd need to hide Jake somewhere and it's more likely that they'd use resources they already had."
	Krycek nodded agreement. "I'll make sure Mr Gavin gets that to us," he said. "Anyone else?"
	Rory shook her head, looking slightly more ill than she had at the start of the meeting. "We'll get cracking on research while you guys are out, I guess. Maybe start on it on our own tonight, meet up tomorrow."
	"You guys will have a supposedly unobstructed connection to InfoNet," Krycek said. "Do whatever you need to and we'll stay in touch as much as possible by cell." Krycek looked at everyone else. "That's all I've got for now. Those of you on the rescue team, we'll be met by a courier on the causeway at noon sharp. Come armed, but we'll be travelling light. Sleep well and hopefully I'll see you tomorrow."

[OOC: That people were in Krycek's room is fine, but content of meeting is NFB. Preplayed with auroryborealis, kawalsky, threeweapons, imac_kenzie, mparkerceo, and dbiers. Comments are awesome.]

[Room 230, Thursday After Classes - NFB]

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 21:04:41 GMT

Krycek got back from class in a strange mood, and was still wondering just what Carter's knowledge was based off of.

The room still felt overly empty with only one person's things strewn around - and that was a concession he'd had to give consciously, as there was no way he'd mess up his room on his own. He tried throwing a magazine on the floor as he sat down on the couch, and was about to attempt a nap when his phone rang.

Digging it out, he sighed and answered. "Krycek here."

[OOC: Phone call is broadcastable, contents are not.]

[Room 230, Monday Late Afternoon]

Tue, 27 Feb 2007 00:48:32 GMT

Krycek walked back to his room after a long ~~handwavey~~ walk, pushing open the door with trepidation; there was nothing on, no sounds greeted him, and the room was cleaner than it had been before he'd dropped by D'anna's and stayed nearly all weekend. He'd returned Saturday, but spent as little time as possible in 230, even excersizing to get out.

It seemed terribly empty, even if neither of them had really had that much stuff, and Jake had left behind the furniture as well. He went to turn on his computer - at least then he might have something to do - and found a post-it stuck to the keyboard where he hadn't immediately noticed it.

Got my stuff
You weren't here
Room is 423 if I
forgot anything
JGjr

Krycek looked at it a long moment, then slid it beneath the keyboard, out of the way but not gone far. Why was it what seemed like the best decision always hurt the most?

[Room 230, Sunday Evening]

Mon, 15 Jan 2007 00:18:19 GMT

Propping the door open, Krycek sat back in his desk chair and thought about what to write on for his paper for Spy Tech. It wasn't helping matters that the AnnoyBot had somehow gotten wound up and was attempting to push everything on the desk onto the floor with adorable inefficiency.

Krycek didn't know where Jake was, but he assumed it had something to do with coffee.

[OOC: Door's open, feel free to stop by. Thread with dbiers is locked to them though.]

[Room 230, Near Dawn, Wednesday Morning]

Wed, 06 Dec 2006 10:48:50 GMT

Krycek returned to his and Jake's room with a sense of relief he hadn't felt in a long while. He'd gone by the weapons locker first, dropping off his guns with a perfunctory cleaning, then wanted nothing more than to drop into bed and sleep for a while. Kawalsky had assured him he was okay and he'd take the other man's word on it. He made a mental note to check in with him later anyway, just to be sure.

When he slipped into the room, Jake was sitting up, half-awake and frowning. Krycek smiled slightly and shrugged out of his jacket, hanging it up on the back of the door as he closed it. "Hey, you're awake," he said quietly, pulling off his shoes before he headed over to the bed. "Everything okay?"

[OOC: For courier_gavin, natch. Conversation topic is NFB, pls.]

[Outside the Dorms, Very Early Wednesday Morning]

Wed, 06 Dec 2006 08:40:24 GMT

[Continued from here]

Krycek (krycek_rat)	Armed and cautious, Krycek stepped out into the crisp, quiet night. The snow made everything seem hushed, solemn, but it also made stealth difficult; thankfully, he'd had practice at it and his steps were silent as he moved out.
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	A few moments later, Kawalsky emerged into the open air. He wasn't a stranger to following quietly when he had to, and he knew to keep his distance. The snow was going to make it tricky. He'd have to keep back even further and risk losing Krycek. But something was up and he was suspicious.
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Krycek moved steadily out into the cold night, breath puffing out in white clouds as he headed in the direction of town. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, almost as deeply in thought as he walked, paying attention to keeping his presence quiet and unnoticed and not as much to who may have been following.
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	With a distance between them, it was easier for Kawalsky to follow along without watching how heavily he was walking. He tugged his collar up further and shrunk down into his jacket. He really should have just gone home and gone to bed, but taking out a weapon and then heading out into a night as cold as this alone? It seemed a little uncharacteristic. But that just showed how little he knew about Alex Krycek. Kawalsky picked up the pace a little, not wanting to lose Krycek once they made it into town.
Alien Bounty Hunter	As Krycek was walking, the night seemed to hush, as if there were something Other nearby. Parallel to Kawalsky, a shape coalesced, stepping from the shadows as if it had been waiting for Krycek to move away from the school and into the open. The man - tall and heavily built, and not dressed for the cold at all, but moving surely and with purpose - didn't seem to care about Kawalsky's presence as he began to take long strides in Krycek's direction.
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	Kawalsky didn't pick up on the guy's presence at first, but when he saw the man, he slowed down. It was the wrong move to make. He watched the situation unfold and saw that the man was heading straight for Krycek and Krycek hadn't seemed to notice. Rather than doing the sensible thing of alerting Krycek verbally, Kawalsky broke out into a run towards him.
Alien Bounty Hunter	The man still didn't seem to notice Kawalsky, but the reason for his single-mindedness became suddenly obvious as he drew a gun with a silencer from his wind-breaker, holding at the ready as he got closer.
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Despite being distracted, the sound of running through snow was enough to alert Krycek. He glanced over his shoulder, spotting Kawalsky, and seemed about to bolt.
Alien Bounty Hunter	As Krycek paused, the man's arm came up, slowing his pace slightly to aim better. Krycek hadn't spotted him yet, and he seemed ready to take full advantage of that by shooting Krycek in the back.
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	From this angle, it was possible to see the gun coming out and Krycek's reaction. He didn't have time to think, he just kept running for Krycek. Krycek bolted as Kawalsky lunged for him. The two boys collided mid-movement, throwing them both off course and hurtling them a fair distance because of the force of the impact.
Krycek (krycek_rat)	A shot flew past them as they fell into a snow bank together, which both muffled their fall and softened the impact. Krycek's reaction was immediate, shoving Kawalsky off of him and moving to get up and continue his escape - then he froze immediately as he got a glimpse of the shooter. "Shit."
Alien Bounty Hunter	The man didn't seem at all dismayed at being seen, moving to try and get a clear view of Krycek to take another shot.
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Grabbing Kawalsky's arm, Krycek hauled him up and nearly dragged him bodily to face the closest edge of the preserve until Kawalsky gained his balance. "Trees," he said quickly. "Run fast or we're both dead." He only let go when Kawalsky began running alongside him, heading to the treeline and better cover even as another shot sounded, entirely too close for comfort.
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	His lungs were burning already from sucking in the cold air and running. He kept up with Krycek, darting between the trees and trying not to trip on roots and loose branches.
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Krycek kept running, losing themselves in the woods just to get out of their assailant's line of sight. Several shots wizzed by as they ran, only obvious when they hit the trunks of trees around them. Krycek didn't stop until the shots did, and then kept going until he knew they were good and lost. Hopefully the man chasing them would be as well. Casting around for a place to rest a moment, Krycek glanced at Kawalsky as well and arched an eyebrow questioningly at him, making sure he hadn't been hit in the chase.
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	Kawalsky patted himself down, knowing that the absence of pain didn't necessarily mean he hadn't been hit. A quick check was followed by a thumbs up and then a finger pointed at him to ask the same question.
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Krycek copied Kawalsky, his own search turning up a tear in his coat, but thankfully no injuries either. He gave a thumbs up in return, then went back to looking for cover as they walked further into the preserve.
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	Although he wasn't so keen on being chased by a guy with a gun, Kawalsky was at least glad that he didn't have to tell Krycek how to keep quiet. He walked in a way that showed he knew what he was doing. Kawalsky wanted answers, but they would have to wait. In the mean time, they had to find cover that they could fortify and use to wait out the assailant. The pistol Tex had given him was still in his inner jacket pocket. He unzipped the pocket as quietly as he could and pulled it out and at the ready.
Krycek (krycek_rat)	As they moved, Krycek glanced over and arched an eyebrow at Kawalsky's gun. He didn't know the guy really well, but it was good to know he wouldn't be covering both of them. It would have been difficult to keep going without the light from the full moon that gave them some illumination. With it, they finally found a rockface with a stand of brush that'd give them cover enough to stop for a bit and rest. Krycek wasn't quite looking forward to it, but he couldn't keep going without giving Kawalsky some idea of what they were up against.
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	Once they were settled in their cover spot, Kawalsky kept his voice low, but he finally spoke. "What's going on?"
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Krycek gave Kawalsky a long look, then sighed, glancing out at the woods through the bushes. "Everyone in Fandom's got history," he said quietly. "This is mine apparently hunting me down." He hated talking about his own past, even to Jake most of the time. This wasn't a time to hold his cards close though, so he continued. "You need to know, the guy after me isn't human. You shoot him, he won't die. And he can look like anyone - if we get separated, go back to the dorms. If you see me again, it might not be me."
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	Kawalsky frowned. "If we get separated and I see you again, I'm gonna try to shoot you in the right leg. Dodge."
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Krycek smirked and nodded, more than ever grateful for Fandom's penchant for people who understood this kind of thing. "Good idea. If I don't dodge and he's shot though, don't go near him. His blood is toxic."
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	"As in 'don't swallow' or 'you touch it you die'?"
Krycek (krycek_rat)	"As in 'don't inhale the fumes or you'll die painfully'," Krycek said dryly. "And, finally, there's only one way to kill it." Reaching into a pocket of his coat, Krycek pulled out a small tube. Pressing a button on the side, a spike shot out, doubling the thing's length, gleaming silver in the moonlight. "Stab it in the base of the neck and it dies. Get away quick though, because it'll melt into a puddle of the toxin." He arched an eyebrow. "Any questions?"
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	"What'd you do to piss this guy off? Steal his kid's lunch money?"
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Krycek made a face. "I exist," Krycek said shortly. "Thanks for the save, earlier," he added after a pause, giving Kawalsky a guardedly curious look. "Military?"
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	"Not anymore," Kawalsky shrugged. "I call it my 'past life'." He smirked a little as he mulled over the details. Alien shapeshifter wanted Krycek dead because he existed. Something was amiss. "You?"
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Krycek cocked his head, looking at Kawalsky thoughtfully a moment. "'Past life' is a good term for it," he said, wary but hearing something in Kawalsky's explanation that felt familiar. "FBI, once. Now, eighteen again." He smirked, added cryptically, "Aliens are good for something, I guess."
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	Kawalsky raised an eyebrow. "Little grey guy named Loki ring any bells?"
Krycek (krycek_rat)	He frowned slightly. "Never knew any to call themselves by that name," he said. "But little grey guys, yeah."
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	"They're little bastards no matter what universe they come from. Same old tricks."
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Krycek smirked. "Can't disagree," he said. Gambling, he gave Kawalsky another curious look. "Clone? Or something else?"
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	He nodded. "Dead one minute, sixteen and in high school the next. Don't remember what happened in between. But this kind of thing's happened before where I came from, so I got the details filled in later."
Krycek (krycek_rat)	"This gets eerier and eerier," Krycek said, shaking his head. "But, just so you know, I can't leave the woods tonight without making sure that fucker's dead."
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	"Then we're gonna need a plan. I'm thinking ambush. How does this thing move? Is it faster, stronger, smarter?"
Krycek (krycek_rat)	"Stronger than human, not much faster, definitely not smarter," Krycek supplied. "It's relentless. It'll keep coming back until it's dead. Like I said, just the one way to kill it for sure. You have a knife?"
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	He pulled the knife out of its sheath, flipped it in his hand and offered to Krycek handle-first. "Then let's kill it. Dunno what they taught you in the FBI, but I think we should stick to basics. One of us distracts it, the other hits it from behind."
Krycek (krycek_rat)	"You keep it," Krycek said, brandishing the spike. "Just make sure, if it comes to it, you get it in as far as you can and then get the hell away." He glanced out at the quiet, snow-covered woods. "Don't worry, I've got the experience. You want to be bait? It knows you're with me, so it's not about to let you get away with knowing it's here."
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	He thought about it for a moment. A couple of weeks ago he would have nodded without much thought. Every minute he had alive was more than he should have had. He was a dead man back home. That was what got him through the bad times, what allowed him to throw himself into danger without much thought. He'd just be dead again, like he should have been anyway. But now Alanna was in the picture. He had something to lose that he hadn't had before. It didn't stop him from nodding at Krycek, but it did give him something to think about first. "Try to stay on higher ground than it."
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Krycek chuckled. "I've done this before, don't worry."
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	Kawalsky nodded again. "Then we've got nothing to worry..." He stopped talking and turned his head to the right, as if he heard something.
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Instantly alert, Krycek listened as well. There were footsteps, slow but purposeful, and the occasional crackle of branches and undergrowth.
Alien Bounty Hunter	Following their trail through the snow, the bounty hunter appeared in the trees, gun held at the ready as it cast about for its prey. It didn't seem wary, more purposeful, and entirely too close to their chosen cover.
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	Kawalsky had no idea whether Krycek would understand him, but he started making basic hand signal instructions to indicate what he was going to do. They were silent and they needed a silent means of communication right now or they were dead.
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Krycek watched carefully as Kawalsky signaled his intentions, nodding his understanding when he finished. He returned the favor briefly, shifting slowly to where he could move out without being noticed.
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	Kawalsky sucked in a breath, nodded at Krycek, counted to three in his head and made a run for it. Their assailant probably only heard the noise and saw a flurry of activity as Kawalsky ran for cover behind the nearest tree. But he didn't stop there. He paused long enough to hear that he was being chased, then set off again.
Alien Bounty Hunter	As Kawalsky made a break for it, the bounty hunter shot at him, not caring which of the two it was; they'd both be dead by the end of the night anyway. When Kawalsky didn't drop immediately, it persued, snow flying up beneath its feet as it ran after him.
Krycek (krycek_rat)	When the alien turned to run after Kawalsky, Krycek slipped out from their cover, shadowing the pursuit with the gun in his hand. The slim spike was in his pocket, easily reached when he'd need it, but the gun was a better idea for now.
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	Don't look back, don't look back, Kawalsky told himself as he ran. He hit a certain distance, the darted to the left. They had to circle around, get back to where they started from and get into position for Krycek. But first he had to hold the thing off long enough for Krycek to get into position. Charlie didn't know how long that would take. He had to guess and hope that his guess was right. He made a hard left, bouncing off a tree trunk as he ran.
Alien Bounty Hunter	Another shot, the bullet winging off the tree Kawalsky'd bounced off of, and the bounty hunter hot on his heels.
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	He couldn't help but instinctively duck. Even after being shot at countless times, he still ducked every time. He was pretty sure their hiding place was coming up. Kawalsky pushed himself even harder, legs burning from the exertion, while he tried not to trip.
Alien Bounty Hunter	With longer strides, the alien trailed just behind Kawalsky as they neared the rendevous point, and took another shot as Kawalsky leapt over a tree root.
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	"Gahg!" came the strangled cry as the bullet clipped his left leg mid-air. The leg came down, but awkwardly and Kawalsky tumbled to the ground heavily.
Alien Bounty Hunter	As Kawalsky fell, the alien came closer, gun held unerringly on the young man as he moved to give the killing shot.
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Krycek saw them as Kawalsky led the bounty hunter back to where he was waiting, but from where he was, shooting to keep him from killing his companion was out of the question. He burst from his hiding spot, dropping his gun and drawing the spike as he ran forward, tackling the bounty hunter before he could pull the trigger.
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	Kawalsky heard the scuffle rather than the gunshot, and took the opportunity to scramble to his feet and take cover before another shot could be fired at him.
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Krycek rolled with the alien as they hit the ground, shouldering the gun out of harm's way.
Alien Bounty Hunter	It made no noise as it struggled with Krycek, using its greater weight to roll Krycek to his back.
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Krycek swore as he tried to fight it off, but it leaned an arm against his throat, cutting off his air and pinning him down. He scrabbled for the spike in his jacket as he tried to draw breath, but his vision was already graying slightly with the pressure and lack of oxygen.
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	The grip on Krycek tightened briefly, then released. It stiffened and its eyes went wide as it toppled to the side, revealing Kawalsky ramming his knife further into the back of its neck.
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Suddenly able to breathe, Krycek gasped, filling his lungs with precious air as he looked up at Kawalsky in surprise. He had to move though, and quickly. Sitting up with some effort, he motioned for Kawalsky to get away; they had only moments before the alien would kill them anyway.
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	Kawalsky didn't know if the knife needed to stay in there or not, and he decided not to find out. He limped backwards a couple of paces and then started a jog-hop away. "Krycek, c'mon!" he yelled over his shoulder.
Krycek (krycek_rat)	He pushed himself to his feet and staggered after Kawalsky as the body of the bounty hunter began to melt. The snow hissed as flesh became green slime, noxious fumes rising up like smoke as it dissolved. Krycek caught up with Kawalsky and slid an arm under the other boy's to help him along, eager just to put distance between them and the toxic mess.
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	Kawalsky had to grit his teeth together as he walked, but once they were far enough away that Krycek was content to pause, he glanced at his impromptu partner in crime. "Next time we hang out, I get to pick what we do."
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Krycek glanced back at Kawalsky and grinned. "Sure," he said, voice scratchy and hoarse. "That seems fair."
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	Kawalsky couldn't help but laugh. He leaned down to take a look at his leg. It wasn't bad. Just a painful scratch. "Let's get outta here. You need to go to the clinic?"
Krycek (krycek_rat)	"No," Krycek said, wincing as he tried to swallow to clear his throat. "You okay?"
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	"Yeah. Just clipped me. I can clean it up. That gonna be the only thing coming after you?"
Krycek (krycek_rat)	"The only one I know about," Krycek said, shrugging, trying not to talk too much. "I got warning - should get another, if there's more."
Kawalsky (kawalsky)	Kawalsky nodded as they headed in what he thought was the way towards the school. "If you need a wing man, call me."
Krycek (krycek_rat)	Krycek was silent for a minute, finally giving Kawalsky an indecipherable look. He'd seen a lot of weird things since he'd come to Fandom, but this was one that actually surprised him, especially for being rather pleasant. "Thanks. You too."

[ooc: NFB please, though mentioning that the boys were outside in the wee hours is okay. Preplayed, so no interaction available. Comments cherished and loved forever and ever. Thank you to kawalsky for making this so fun and awesome! ]

[Room 230, Very very late Tuesday Night/Early Wednesday Morning]

Wed, 06 Dec 2006 07:29:07 GMT

It wasn't unusual for Krycek to be up late, especially when he was trying to piece something together, nor was it odd for Jake to have given up and gone to bed much earlier.

Krycek stared at his computer screen, rereading the message in his email inbox for what had to be the 50th time.

From: 12222obnn8@hotmail.com
To: alex.krycek@fandomhigh.edu
Subject: Urgent--
We hope that you do not erase this message, Alex. A bounty hunter is on your trail. We believe he has tracked you all the way to your school. I would give you no more than several days at the outside before he arrives at your position. --Your Friends

He fought the urge to headdesk profusely and instead watched the snow fall past his window. Some time passed before he stood up and got dressed, checked Jake as his boyfriend slept, and grabbed his jacket before he headed out the door.

[ooc: Locked to kawalsky]

[Room 230, Thursday After Classes]

Thu, 14 Sep 2006 23:29:40 GMT

Krycek was lounging on his bed, reading an old edition of a hockey magazine Kawalsky had gotten him for Christmas. Mostly he was just avoiding looking at all the laundry that needed to be done, though he was likely to give in soon - unless a better distraction came along anyway.

To that end, he left the door open and put on a pot of coffee. Let passers-by just try to be un-attracted by the scent of fresh-brewed java.

[OOC: Open like open thing, though I will be afk shortly for a couple hours as I commute home. Just fair warning.]

[Room 230, Afternoon]

Thu, 31 Aug 2006 20:27:48 GMT

Krycek unlocked the door and was prepared to face a room full of dust - thankfully though, it seemed there'd been a janitor through, or maybe just one of the guys who'd delivered their luggage a couple days prior, and the room was at least vaguely clean, if not amazingly spotless.

He set his and some of Jake's bags down on his bed and went to open the windows, the door still wide open as well. It was very good to be back.

[OOC: Open like an open thing!]