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Malcolm Calloway || 24 years old || Helicopter pilot

[audreybeckctt-blog]

Audrey’s hands were shaking, her breaths coming in shaky gasps. Blood. Eyes turned glassy. D e a t h. Memories of her father’s death entered her mind in flashes, making her heart pound and the hair on her arms rise. Audrey’s first reaction at what had just happened, rather than screaming or crying out, was to sink down to her knees and wrap her arms around her shaking form. “It’s not dad,” she whispered to herself, squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to block the memories. “Not dad.”

[thealphatwin-blog1]

“Hey, hey,” Malcolm said gently, crouching down next to the girl. Everyone was freaking out, but she seemed to be taking it much harder than most. Not that Malcolm could blame her. “Are you okay?” It was a stupid question, but he didn’t know what else to say. “Hey, can you hear me?”

[caiowens-blog]

“There you are,” Cai awkwardly stooped to grab the runaway tortoiseshell. The other two cats struggled in his grasp, emitting low growls as the third joined them in Cai’s arms.  “Oh shut it.  You’re lucky I even brought you guys along.  Especially you, Midget,” He booped the smallest one with his nose. Now he just had to get them back to his room before someone found out - thank god everyone was at that mystery dinner thing.

[thealphatwin-blog1]

“You know,” Malcolm said as he stepped out from around a corner and eyeing the various animals in the other guy’s arms. He sounded tired, his nerves shot, but that was to be expected after everything that had happened. “I”m pretty sure pets aren’t allowed on the cruise. Especially not ones that are likely to eat each other.”

[thealphatwin-blog1]

The Aftermath || Malcolm & Bill

[romanwest]

Bill had kept his gaze on Malcolm, his attention caught and focused acutely by his worry. This was not usual, and not easily explained away. He tried not to let the ominous feeling overtake him, knowing that whatever it was, they’d be able to take it. They’d been through a lot together. He waited, letting Malcolm tell him what was going on when he was ready, hiding any impatience incredibly well. 

“Oh god,” Bill mumbled when Malcolm’s words sunk in. He didn’t waste any time before he pulled Malcolm into a hug, wanting it for himself as much as he wanted to comfort his brother. The news was horrific, and Bill felt a little queasy, though obviously not as much as Malcolm did. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, head on Malcolm’s shoulder. He smelt like cigarettes, but Bill didn’t mind. He never minded, the scent was mixed with others into something that was distinctly Malcolm, and even though he hated smoking, it was comforting. “Are you going to be okay?” He didn’t know how’d he be faring if he had been confronted with something like that, it sounded traumatizing. He briefly wondered if they’d all be going home after this, the cruise canceled. “C’mon, let’s sit down.”

[thealphatwin-blog1]

Malcolm went willingly into Bill’s arms, hugging him tightly. Bill was still sleep warm and soft and Malcolm didn’t have it in him to let go for a few moments, even though he knew eventually they’d have to move out of the bathroom. But he hadn’t realized how cold he’d been before, his fingertips almost numb with it, so he couldn’t resist slipping his hands up underneath Bill’s shirt. 

“I’ll be okay,” he mumbled into Bill’s shoulder. “God I just- I have the worst timing. I shouldn’t have invited you and Kitley here. I thought it would be fun, but-” he cut himself off with a choked off laugh, before finally releasing Bill from the hug to go into the bedroom with him. Then he sat down on the edge of Bill’s bed and put his face in his hands. “I’m sorry, Bill. This is really screwed up.”

[thealphatwin-blog1]

The Aftermath || Malcolm & Bill

[romanwest]

Bill was waiting for Malcolm to reply, concerned, but not as concerned as he should’ve been. In his mind, nothing serious could’ve really gone wrong, even if he’d barely ever seen Malcolm in such a state of shock. He assumed it might’ve had something to do with Thalia being cruel and rude, as he was sure she usually was, but it didn’t quite add up in his head. Malcolm looked terrified. 

“Malcolm?” he called, panic finally starting to set in when Malcolm darted to the bathroom. He got up quickly, not even bothering to turn the room’s main lights on before he was rushing over to Malcolm, tentatively touching his back. “Malcolm, what’s wrong?” he asked urgently, wanting to take stock of the situation. As it stood, he didn’t know what was going on, and he didn’t know how to act. This wasn’t usual, and they were far from their high school days of being at odds at either the world or each other constantly. They were in a good place, with less lashing out. 

“Did something happen at the party?” he asked. He knew Malcolm was there. “It-nothing was in your drink, right?” He knew he was grasping at straws now, wanting to explain the throwing up and strange terror on anything. 

[thealphatwin-blog1]

Malcolm closed his eyes for a moment and blew out a shaky breath. “I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m sorry- I just-” he didn’t bother finishing, but instead got up, flushing the toilet and going over to the sink. 

He turned the tap on and splashed a couple handfuls of water in his face before drinking another handful to get the bitter taste out of his mouth. Of course he knew it was stalling, but he couldn’t think of a way to tell Bill what had happened.

“The head of security on the ship is dead,” he said, wincing. Okay, too blunt. Malcolm turned around, leaning against the sink, and ran a hand through his hair. “God, she just- It was at the end of the party. She came on stage and she- she had a knife, Bill. She slit her throat in front of all those people and I keep thinking I’m going to wake up, but it’s all real.” His voice was getting shaky again, his hand fisting in his hair. “I knew her. I talked to her. None of it makes any sense.”

[thealphatwin-blog1]

The Aftermath || Malcolm & Bill

[romanwest]

Bill hadn’t gone to the event because he had been feeling slightly under the weather, just a bit too tired to go out and enjoy himself for the night. Even if pretending to be someone else was what he excelled at, and one of his main forms of entertainment. There’d be other opportunities, he was sure. Opportunities where he’d be paid handsomely. He was rather upset he had to miss Malcolm attempting to act for the night. That was always amusing to him. 

At the moment Malcolm had come in, Bill had been asleep. He hadn’t expected Malcolm to come by that night, but when he woke up to Malcolm’s voice, he was far from displeased. That was until Malcolm’s tone actually registered. 

“Malcolm?” he asked, trying to shake the sleep off of his voice, “C’mere, what happened?” He turned on his bedside lamp, sitting up and peering at Malcolm as his eyes adjusted to the light. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

[thealphatwin-blog1]

Malcolm swallowed hard, still reeling and  still feeling as if he should wake up any second now. None of it was right, none of it made any sense. Malcolm had never known Carson very well, but he’d still seen her around, always intimidating an unapproachable. And now she was gone. She’d just- cut her fucking throat in front of all those people. And all that blood, it looked impossible, like something out of a movie. He felt his stomach churn and bile rise up in his throat.

Before Malcolm could even respond to Bill he was pushing his way into the bathroom and throwing up. He fell to his knees on the cold tile floor, retching. 

“Fuck, fuck,” he said when his stomach was empty, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and sitting back on his heels. First it had been that guy, beaten and bruised in his helicopter-- they’d said he died from his injuries. Now it was Carson. Something was wrong. This whole trip suddenly felt wrong, and he’d brought Bill and Kitley along. God, he didn’t even want to know how Kitley would take this news. 

[thealphatwin-blog1]

The Aftermath || Malcolm & Bill

Malcolm could still hear the screams of shock and horror in his ears as he jogged down the hallway where all the passenger’s rooms were kept. Bill hadn’t been at the event, even though Malcolm had thought this kind of thing would have been right up his alley. Malcolm had been confused about it at first, but now he was just glad Bill hadn’t been there- that he hadn’t seen what Malcolm had just seen. 

The whole thing was like something out of a nightmare, except no matter how hard Malcolm bit the inside of his lip, he wouldn’t wake up. 

When he got to Bill’s room, his hands shook as he got out the key card his brother had given him. He cursed under his breath and let his head drop against the door with a thump. His nerves were shot and every time he closed his eyes he couldn’t stop seeing Carson with blood dribbling out of her mouth-- like she’d desperately been trying to say something. 

After a while, Malcolm got the door open and stepped inside. “Bill, you awake?” he called, shutting the door behind him and leaning back against it. Christ, even his voice was shaking. 

[mollshayes-blog]

“It’s still a monkey, it’s still dancing, same thing to me sadly,” Molly bit her lip to keep herself from laughing at his acting of whatever role he is supposed to be, she still can’t tell really. “Well.. Kristy, I doubt a monkey would solve a problem with murder. Not even monkeys, someone went on and on about those alligators in the sewers for hours. And don’t get them started on how little privacy we have.” Molly sighed, rubbing her temples, showing some sign of frustrations. But she was actually trying to rid of the thoughts at the back of her head.

[thealphatwin-blog1]

“Don’t get them started? No, no, don’t get me started!” He leaned against the table she was sitting at, waving his hands around animatedly. “Do you know what I heard? The killer’s got tattoos! And they look like they hurt too. What would their mamas think of them? And just imagine what it will look like when they’re all old and wrinkled.” Malcolm made a face like he’d got hit in the face by exhaust fumes. But at least he’d given his hint now. Job done. “You know who can’t get a tattoo? A dancing monkey.”

[mollshayes-blog]

“No, you can’t get a dancing monkey with the ship’s money.” Molly said to whoever came by her, keeping up the act, even though she’d really want to see a dancing monkey too. She held a little pouch as she sat by a table, being labelled the purser for this game, not really wanting to throw herself into the sea of people anytime soon. But it wasn’t too hard though, basically like handling the production money whenever someone wants to buy something ridiculous like a 40 bucks Starbucks drink.

[thealphatwin-blog1]

“It’s not a dancing monkey, it’s a entertainment primate, dear. Worlds of difference,” Malcolm said, flipping some non-existent curls over his shoulder. He sure as hell didn’t know what an ambassadress contestant was, but it sounded snooty. “Just think of it, don’t you want to be known as the person that saved this little party? I bet your bosses would be very happy with you. They’ve got a lot to make up for what with all the murder and intrigue that’s been going about like a bad case of the flu.”

[thealphatwin-blog1]

Malcolm Calloway // Bucket List

Written over a few months after graduating high school, then revised a few years later. 

1.       Get into flight school and become a pilot

2.       Take Chelsie across the country for at least a week

3.       Go sky diving

4.       Tell Thalia that you’re sorry, make her believe it

5.       Learn how to swing dance

6.       Get invited to an orgy (attendance to said orgy is optional)

7.       Visit Japan

8.       Quit smoking

9.       Find a guy for Bill to marry, someone he deserves

10.   Get shot/stabbed, obtain cool scar (SURVIVAL IS NOT OPTIONAL)

11.   Buy a bigger house than your parents owned, just for gloating purposes

12.   Tell Bill you’re a closet MMORPG player, withstand ridicule

13.   Don’t end up alone

[thealphatwin-blog1]

“Listen, if this conversation doesn’t involve you providing me with something horizontal and soft to lay on, could it be saved for later? I’ve had one hell of a night.”

[romanwest]

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[thealphatwin-blog1]

Malcolm’s gaze flicked down to Bill’s self-satisfied smile for a moment, then he was tugging him down again to kiss it off his face. When he thought he had bill sufficiently distracted, he flipped them over, pinning both of Bill’s wrists to the bed.

 “Aw, come on, you know I’m no good at saying that shit out loud,” he said, a lazy grin plastered on his face. “But I bet I could show you how much I missed you.” He leaned back down to kiss him, working his way from Bill’s jaw and down his neck. 

                    Fade to black....

[paisleypng-blog]

“Malcolm, you know I’m afraid of– lots of things. You did that on purpose…”

[thealphatwin-blog1]

“Yeah, how terrible of me, inviting you on a fancy cruise that’s not even all that expensive thanks to your family discount. Go to the spa, Kit-kat, sit in a hot tub. And stop worrying so much, your tiny face would look weird with wrinkles.”

[florenceurtis-blog]

“I love my job, I just don’t always love the people I have to interact with because of it. It’s definitely not glamorous but whether or not it’s sexy depends wholly on what you’re into.”

[thealphatwin-blog1]

“Yeah, no offense or anything, but giving people shots and looking at weird rashes isn’t really what I’m into. But no judgement if that’s you’re thing.”

[thalianoble]

“You did, and now you managed to work free tropical vacations into the job as well. Look at us both.” She didn’t hate Malcom, not by any stretch of the imagination. and yet part of her kept wanting to tug at the old memories that he’d probably tried to hide years before. “I still say you’re going to end up doing something with motorcycles. You couldn’t just leave Chelsie sitting in a garage somewhere, assuming she’s still around.”

[thealphatwin-blog1]

Malcolm’s smile was instinctive and what could probably be described as bashful-- just not by him. “I hear you get to travel a whole bunch yourself. I don’t exactly watch the show, but I heard you guys got to go to the alps fight a yeti one time or something.” His smile only got bigger when she brought up Chelsie. He kind of wanted to ask to sit down, but maybe that was pushing it. “’Course Chelsie’s still around. You don’t just get rid of a classic.”

[romanwest]

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[thealphatwin-blog1]

“The old one had character,” he said, frowning slightly. Sure, it wasn’t the newest make and model, and sometimes when you tried to land there was this funny grinding noise, but that just gave the helicopter personality. Malcolm had even been trying to pick out a name for it, not that he was going to tell Bill that. There were some things that weren’t worth the ridicule. 

Then Bill hit the can off his head and it went tumbling to the ground. Malcolm made an offended noise just before Bill swung his weight on top of him, making all other sounds coming from his mouth sound smug in comparison. “When have I ever followed-” But Bill was already kissing him. No matter how many times they did this it was always a small surprise. Like every time was going to be the last time. Malcolm quickly got his fingers tangled in Bill’s hair as he kissed him back, just to be annoying.

[paisleypng-blog]

“I wanted to ask why you didn’t tell me about the ghost hunter stuff…”

[thealphatwin-blog1]

“Oh, that stuff? It barely even crossed my mind. You’re not scared of ghosts are you? I mean, it’s just the Bermuda Triangle. It’s not that big of a deal, right?”

[romanwest]

“Damn, I could’ve gotten used to you coming to my room whenever I called. You’re lucky you don’t work in actual room service, or you’d never get a break.” Bill backed off when Malcolm broke off the hug, though he’d have liked nothing more than to remain clinging to him for sever more minutes. He was smiling as he made his way back into the room, making sure to close the door, which locked automatically. 

“It’s been long enough,” Bill disagreed, though they had been apart for longer in the past. Bill’s apartment had started to get lonely, though, even with Ophelia to keep him company. He was glad to be on the cruise, to have a little break from his day to day life. Malcolm being there didn’t hurt, either. “If they did, you can have them. Feel free to take from the mini fridge, too. I don’t mind,” he said, as he took a seat on the bed. “Now’s the part where you go on about how terribly you missed me.”

[thealphatwin-blog1]

“You can still come see me whenever you want. Then I can take you up in the new copter they got. I think they did it to impress the cameras.” Malcolm crouched down and opened up the mini-fridge, helping himself to a soda before moving over to flop down on Bill’s bed. Truthfully, it was good to see Bill again. Even though Malcolm knew logically Bill was happy and safe back in their apartment most of the time, being separated from him for long periods of time made Malcolm nervous. It just didn’t feel right.

He rolled over onto his back, balancing the cold can on his forehead, going cross-eyed staring up at it. “I missed you so much, I thought about growing my hair out just so I could see you in the mirror. But then I realized what an awful idea that was. The world does not need two of your haircuts. Or even one, if we’re being honest.”