Traveler

Tripp Constantine Professional Traveler "Little by little, one travels far." Attributed J.R.R. Tolkien Private & Selective. Mature Themes Present Reestablished 13/2/2016 Written by Leah

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TRIPP HAS BEEN MOVED

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TRIPP HAS BEEN MOVED

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Nick Burkhardt - Grimm 5.8

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{text: tripp} Where are you? I need help...

{text: Connie} What’s wrong? Where are you?

[csaloka]

She does her homework as best to her ability. She finds who she wants and what she needs and she makes it hers. Better than anyone else having their hands on these people, better that they are not somehow used against her.   Besides she is prideful when it comes to having an eye for talent.  He’s got a way with people, a way with getting them to pay what they owe.  Not to mention he’s easy on the eyes, but that was more of an after thought.  “ There are, but they don’t have what I want or what I need. And if they are easily persuaded I find that they are in this business for all of the wrong reasons.”  Ina gave the lightest chuckle.  “ I do offer my condolences for your loss. I cannot imagine losing loved ones. But wouldn’t you like to do something more than just travel the world? Perhaps make a difference in it? That’s my main goal, you see. I just have my own ways of going about it that needs a man of your talents.”  

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He was displeased with how the conversation was going, it wasn’t how he needed it, wanted it. She was trying to drag her back into the life he’d tried so desperately to leave. She didn’t understand. Tripp couldn’t go back. He couldn’t.

Anger was written all over his face. Raging, dark anger that flared over his features as he took a step toward this woman. Did she  really think that she could drag him back into this life? Make him return into the deplorable life that he’d fought so hard to escape?

Yet, here he was, advancing on her in a predatory manner, his jaw locked as his hands clenched against his sides. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but you’re not going to get me to do it. I refuse to let myself be drug back into that part of my life.”

But for some reason his words didn’t carry conviction.

[1989addictions]

Favorite first kisses: TC Callahan and Jordan Alexander from The Night Shift.

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“ Yet. Meaning there is always that window of opportunity.”  That was a tad morbid, and yet she tried to indicate she was joking by her smile. Perhaps she should remind herself in social settings one is not supposed to even joke about such things.  “  For someone who seems as addicted to sweets as I am, clearly you manage to keep the proof of your habit at bay.  Are you a runner ?” 

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“--Technically I’m a runner, but that doesn’t mean I  actually run. But, I run when I feel like a bloated whale, which is a lot. So...yes, I guess you could say that I’m a runner. Such is the price to pay when you’re in a  love affair with processed white sugar.”

There was a sheepish grin crossed his face, before he let it blossom into a rather proud one. “I work out, is it obvious?”

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       “ I’ve been told a time or two I should work on that.          Caidence. Nice to meet you …           is that your real name or a nickname? “ 

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     “--It’s the real name. Strange I know, but my      mom had a sense of humor... We won’t go      into how she came up with the name though.”

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“ While this is true, I have seen pictures of the spiders in Australia and I have to say … no thank you.  I can see how travel is the key to your survival.   Must be fun though, getting to travel often. Seems I can only manage it in the winter months.” 

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“You make a valid point, but the spiders aren’t generally aggressive - well, some of them are. But, yeah okay, the spiders can get kind of weird.

But travel is the best thing I can do. It’s fun so I do it as I can. Sometimes, I have to stop to save enough to travel.

Summer is better to travel, but it’s very pretty in the winter I’ll admit.”

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“–I just got a face that screams spoons to you?”

                   [ How quickly is too quickly to abandon a conversation? ]

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    “Everybody has a spoons face, mate.”

                  Never, but he would  be very disappointed.

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                           Passport ☼ Message ☼ Journal

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Spring Break Hiatus

I will be taking a trip from the 12th to the 19th to celebrate my birthday and for spring break. I will find all replies then and reply to anything I may have missed. I hope y’all have a great week and I’ll see you soon!

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        “  I hear that when one is polite they             are more likely to get what it is they want.             And as it stands, I want you, Mister Constantine.             There is no one better suited for the task. “  He could throw a punch at her if he wanted to - and she would still stand here with her offer hoping to get his attention. She would usually walk away when someone wasn’t interested but this was one she could not let walk away.  “Tell me, what is it you’re really afraid of? Because I doubt it’s me.” 

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     The braggadocio in her voice was nearly unbearable. Tripp knew that she’d clearly done her research on  him. The use of his preferred middle name instead of his dreaded last. However, that didn’t mean he enjoyed being sought out in the endeavor to drag him back into the life from which he’d tried to desperately to get away.

      “And what task exactly could you possibly need me for,       eh? Certainly there are others, better equipped and        easier to persuade into your wants than me. I’m not       looking to run straight back into the life that killed       everyone dear to me.”

   Of what was he afraid? Himself mostly and of what he had once become. A man that Tripp had buried and  left for dead.

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He shouldn’t smile about this, yet he wanted to. He knew in ways how to read people, how to use the powers of persuasion to get what he wanted. One would say this was almost a hobby, collecting talents for his organization. Maybe it was, but it was not without it’s reasons. Yes, there was more to it than him being a cheeky bastard. “ Shall we have a seat, Mister Constantine. I feel this is a conversation better suited if we were both more comfortable.” 

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Tripp could tell that this was going the exact way that the other so desired, and yet, he still couldn’t bring himself to walk away and end whatever this was before it even started.

A heavy breath was expelled through clenched teeth as Tripp internally waged war with himself. His better nature knew, well, better. But there was a part of him that missed the old life.

“No, if you want to sell this, you’d be better at negotiating with hostile conditions. So you better figure out how to seal this up with a nice bow. And Constantine is my middle name.”

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Where the Caribbean meets the Atlantic in Eleuthera, Bahamas

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       The hug was almost unexpected. He might not have known Cassandra long, but Tripp was certain that he’d like to keep in touch with the Frenchwoman. Leaning into her embrace, he returned the gesture. Enjoying the more vaguely intimate moment - he’d always been a hugger as a boy - Tripp couldn’t help but smile softly. If only more people were like Cassandra, the world would be a better place.