| Keith hangs out with Gale Morgan |
[29 May 2008|04:58pm] |
[happened sometime after Keith's fight with Gerry]
Keith needs to get away from it all for a while or at least for the rest of the day. Draiman's 'disappearance', Keith's fight with Gerry, his talks with the other Keith and Thora - it was a lot he'd had to handle in the last couple of weeks. It's time for a break and some distraction. He briefly considers driving out into the desert, change and then go for a run but he thinks whiskey and some company will be the better idea.
( You mean your wolf? )
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| The evening continues |
[07 Oct 2007|12:36pm] |
After his phone call to Paul, Keith stands in the middle of his office like he's frozen. He can't shake the feeling of loneliness, of no longer belonging - the pack, his familiy, isn't his pack right now. And if it comes to the worst, never will be his family again. If Paul manages what he couldn't - winning the fight with Gerry - the rest of the pack will side with their geri, Keith is sure of that. And he - having Gerry's scent all over him - will be an outsider. Maybe they'd allow him back in but would they really forget that their freki was too weak to defend them?
Shaking his head, he walks over to the closet and grabs the bottle of whiskey. Not bothering with a glass, he takes a generous swig from the bottle. Why does he feel like he'd let the pack down, like he's a failure? He knows the pack needs a new ulfric, they can't go on like this forever and obviously, neither he nor Paul want the job. Gerry was right about that. And Keith fought but he lost against a stronger, more dominant wolf. No shame in that, happens every day when you belong to a pack. And still... did he do enough? Another swig from the bottle before he puts it back into the closet. Drinking won't change a thing anyway. With a sigh, he switches off the light, deciding that working on a bike is what he needs now to clear his head.
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| Phone call to Paul |
[05 Oct 2007|12:35pm] |
When Gerry leaves him at his shop, Keith hurries inside to call Paul. Flipping open his cell phone, he dials his friend's number, cursing when it goes to voice mail.
"Paul? Fuck, I don't know where to begin...there's a new wolf in town, Gerry. I don't have the time to give you all the details but he wants to take over the pack. I...we fought...he won and now he's on his way to meet up with you. Be careful, okay? And call me as soon as you can."
Ending the call, Keith briefly thinks about calling Gale or driving over to Velvet but dismisses the idea. He needs to be alone right now, getting a grip on what happened today and what it means for the pack. And he really hopes everything will be okay with Paul. Keith doesn't even want to think about what he's going to do if Gerry kills his friend and packbrother.
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| Keith gives Paul Walker riding lessons |
[21 Jun 2007|12:33pm] |
Pouring himself another cup of coffee, Keith uses the quiet moment in the shop to skim through the newspaper. "Fucking depressing," he mumbles, putting the pages with the news about wars and elections and things like that aside, concentrating instead on the sports page and the page with the ads. He's found some of his bikes that way but today there's nothing interesting. Sighing, he returns to the Harley he's currently working on and soon enough, Keith is so immersed in his work, he forgets everything around him.
( Read more... )
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| Keith and David Draiman: Questions and answers |
[12 Mar 2007|12:31pm] |
Keith enters the bar, nodding to the other members of the pack but he doesn't stop for a drink or a chat. He needs to talk to David, knowing that his Ulfric won't be too happy if he keeps his beginning relationship with Gale to himself much longer. And he has a couple of questions himself that he'd like to get answered. Stopping in front of David's office, he knocks on the door, certain that Draiman knows already that he's here.
( I really don't like how you just spoke to me, Keith )
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| Keith and David Draiman: Bonding |
[21 Jan 2007|12:29pm] |
The shop is closed for business for the day but Keith is still working on a bike in the backroom which now serves as a garage. He likes this time of the day when he's alone and can do what he loves so much: customizing a bike for a customer. Occasionally, one of his pack brothers or sisters shows up for a bit of talking and sometimes, he takes them for a ride into the desert on one of his bikes.
( You're always so modest )
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| Keith meets Lee Williams |
[13 Dec 2006|12:27pm] |
Lee shifts nervously from foot to foot, standing before the door to the Freki's house, wondering what he'd be like. David had ordered him to introduce himself to this second in command, and he had the definite feeling that the Freki was supposed to give him some lessons, just as David had. Which hadn't been all that bad, strictly speaking. But the power--it was both thrilling, and terrifying to feel it overwhelming him. Perhaps this one would just want to chat. And let Lee suck him off or something. His hair was loose today, and he was dressed in simple black slacks and a sleeveless t-shirt. He knocked on the door and rang the doorbell, whistling to himself.
( Well, I like to dance. And dress up. And shop. And have sex )
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| Standalone |
[20 Nov 2006|12:25pm] |
Closing the door after the twenty-something guy who just wanted to "see what bikes you have", Keith sits down in his office with a cup of tea. He's not sure whether he should be happy or annoyed about all the people who flock to his shop in morbid curiosity, trying to catch a glimpse of the spot where the body had been found. In a city like Las Vegas where crime is commonplace, Keith had assumed people wouldn't even blink when reading about the murder. He'd been wrong.
Sure, some of the people had actually bought something from him but mostly they looked at him curiously, not sure what to make of the tall, dreadlocked man who supposedly is a werewolf, uncertain whether he killed the guy in his backyard. And he can feel the anger rise about the set-up, especially since he has no idea who did it and why. He can feel his wolf growl and snap inside him, and for a brief moment he gives in to it, his eyes changing to the amber color of his beast. But Keith quickly controls it, changing will have to wait until tonight. When he hears someone entering the shop, he sighs and gets up to deal with the potential customer.
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| Keith and Gale Morgan |
[18 Sep 2006|11:46am] |
Nursing the last of his first whiskey in the Velvet main bar, Gale couldn't miss the entrance of the hulking Werewolf even if he wanted to. The 6'4" Keith Cobb is a marvel, as far as Gale's concerned - perfectly proportioned in a way few men his size are, skin like velvet nightfall, a smile as stunning and rare as a perfect 3-carat benitoite. The air parts for him like a curtain; he seems to suck all the light out of it, creating shadows where he moves, and Gale swallows his drink and puts the glass back on the bar. One day, he thinks, Draiman's second in command will stop having this effect on him. In the meantime, though, the idea of making nice with that sadistic bastard's freki is as appealing as ever, in a weird, masochistic sort of way. A lot like tequila shots, and twice as intoxicating.
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| David and Keith: Pack business |
[24 Aug 2006|11:44am] |
[Players only. Current. Takes place in David's private rooms behind his bar 'The Silver Bullet'.]
David steps out of his 'playroom', wiping down his bare chest with a bloody rag. He wears a wide bright smile. Nothing makes his day like drawing a 'little' blood, preferably not his own. His black leather pants are slick with crimson, ruined. He licks his lips; his teeth have finally retracted back to his human norm. He hears footsteps coming down the hall. Not many people have free access to his private rooms. Their scent reaches his nose; his nostrils flair and he grins wider. "K, come on back here,"
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| Vignette: Solitude |
[22 Aug 2006|11:42am] |
[current; players only]
The soft rumbling sound of the Chief Deluxe's engine reverberates through Keith's body. It's a couple of minutes past 1 am and he's on his way out into the desert. Las Vegas with its loud colors and constant noises is disappearing in the distance and he can feel himself relax. He likes living in Vegas most of the time but every now and then he needs solitude. That's when he takes the Indian out of the garage and vanishes for a couple of hours into the landscape surrounding the city.
Finally Keith is far enough into the desert and he stops the bike. Stretching his long legs, he closes his eyes. His senses take in even the softest sound and movement. The desert seems to be quiet and empty to most visitors but not to him. And still, it's soothing.
Not paying attention to what goes on around him, Keith tenses suddenly. The scent he picks up seems to indicate danger at first but then he relaxes and chuckles. You're getting old or what? It's only a coyote. When he turns around after a couple of minutes, the animal stares at him, only a couple of feet away. With a grin that looks more like he's baring his teeth, Keith growls at it. It's a very human sounding growl, of course, but the coyote seems to know instinctively what there is in front of him and flees immediately. Laughing, Keith gets back onto his bike and starts the drive back to Vegas. It's still early enough for a trip to Velvet. Maybe they have some new pretties I could check out.
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