••We All Fall Down

[KC Evania Patterson]

 

Walking out of the fracture clinic doors of the hospital was like walking out of prison for KC. She did not do well cooped up and unable to do a damn thing more than sit around watching TV or reading. And sitting around at work directing tourists to the exhibit they were looking for just about killed the blonde film student. She wanted to share with them all she knew on the pieces they were going to look at. At least now that she was cast and crutches free, she could do just that, it was exciting to know that her next shift, she would actually be allowed to work; in flats, but still on the floor, informing her tours of what she knew. And to celebrate the good news, KC was going to burn a surprise dinner for Dawson before ordering in something. She couldn’t cook to save her life and had actually burnt water before but she was still going to try.

First though, she had promised she would take Brooke off Tabby’s hands for a while since she hadn’t been able to do much with the toddler. Noticing the deli across from hospital, KC decided she would pick up some things for the park, and headed over. She quickly sent a text to Dawson to see if he was interested in meeting at her place before heading over to the park with her niece for the afternoon. She was inside ordering when she got his reply and added another sandwich to her order. And when she fell into the backseat of the last taxi she wanted to take for a while, she sent another message to her sister, letting her know she was on her way home. KC had promised Brooke a day at the park when she was free of the cast and able to chase after her. Dawson would have done as much happily, but KC hated that she couldn’t be a real part of the fun and games. As it was, she probably wouldn’t be able to chase after her now but she could walk on her own two feet without the help of crutches and that would be enough for now. Brooke was a sweet, good little girl and didn’t usually go running far when KC took her out. Plus, little Brookie seemed to be just as smitten with KC’s boyfriend as she was herself.

Paying the driver, KC climbed out and headed up to the apartment she shared with her sister and niece. Getting in and out of the apartment had been a pain in the ass the last few weeks. Since it was a brownstone tuned into a couple apartments, there was no elevator, only stairs and they had the third and top floor apartment, which meant a lot of stairs. Now though, she happily skipped up the stairs and burst into the space excitedly. “Auntie’s home!” She called out, setting her bags by the floor but taking the one into the kitchen to sit on the counter before searching out the other two Patterson women. “Hello Brooke.” KC said, smiling at the toddler as she picked the little girl up and spun her around while she squealed with delight. “Hey Tabs.” She added before turning her attention to the little girl in her arms again. “We’re going to have so much fun at the park with Dawson, right? Maybe this time we’ll get him in the duck pond, hm?” She asked, conspiring with her three year old niece. “Get some outside toys in a bag and get your shoes on and I’ll pack us some snacks, okay?” She said, setting the little girl down again and watched as she rushed off to find her shoes.

She spent a few minutes taking to Tabs about her date before laughing and skipping off to get ready herself. While she was in the kitchen packing a bag with snacks, drinks and the sandwiches she’d picked up, KC heard the knock and a few seconds later, the delighted squeals rom the little girl; obviously Dawson was there and more than likely had the toddler up in his arms. Tossing the last of the treats into the backpack, KC carried it out, equally delighted as her adorable niece to see her crazy haired Alaskan boyfriend. “Hey!” She said, wrapping him and the toddler in his arms up in a hug, grinning at the giggles coming from their pint sized prisoner. “Are you ready to spend the afternoon tiring out a toddler?” she asked, leaning in to steal a quick kiss before stepping back and letting her niece breathe. Setting her own bag down, She picked up the one Brooke had chosen from the group of bags since it was the Hello Kitty one and slipped the straps over her shoulders, fixing the bag so it fell more comfortably. “Can you take my Pacman bag? Unless you’d like to rock Hello Kitty for the day.” She teased, holding it up for Dawson. KC called out to Tabs as she slipped her shoes on, letting her know they were off. Already she knew there would be a dozen text messages and at least two phone calls despite Tabs going on a date of her own.

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[dawson trent naylor]

Dawson had done his best for KC while she was in plaster, but he couldn't coop himself up or sit around for too long. He had been cramming in sport sessions and Parkour tricks when he could, usually between saying goodbye to his girlfriend and rushing off to get ready for his nights in Gotham. He knew KC had been sulking about being stuck in the plaster so he had done his best to keep his need for an adrenaline rush to a minimum and away from her. At least now that she was on the mend he might be able to feel less guilty about sneaking off to go skateboarding or climbing. She wouldn't be base jumping or anything with him for a little longer, but Dawson just felt like he could relax a little more about plans he might have with his friends now. He wasn't usually one for tiptoeing around others, but in this situation he hadn't wanted to make KC feel any more frustrated about her leg than she already had been.

He had been out on his blades when KC's text message had reached him. It was rare that he was ever in his apartment for a long enough period of time. Essentially, the place acted as a bed and a kitchen for breakfast most days, especially during the summer months. When the weather began to turn miserable and his favourite activities were a little harder to do on a whim, he did spend some more time with his music or his video games, but other than that he preferred to be outside, running amok in New York City with wheels, wires and his general ability to jump and twist around things that most people would just ignore. At this point in his life, Dawson had a hard time travelling from point a to point b without mixing in a little Parkour along the way. It usually earned him car horns or some distressed noise from someone on the sidewalk who caught a glimpse of his silly little stunt. He couldn't help it; sometimes he just saw an obstacle and his mind instantly flashed to over it rather than around it. He quickly responded to KC's message and then back tracked along the path, heading out of the park and towards his apartment. Dawson was lucky that he didn't live too far away from the scenic escape in the heart of the concrete jungle. Once there he just had to change from his roller boots to a pair of his usual sneakers and then he was pretty much good to go again. He didn't even stop to try to deal with his hair, but then he had never really tried to rein that in. It did what it liked and usually looked like a wild bird's nest most days of the week.

He walked over to KC's place. He had a car, but he tended to save the old girl for long trips and the journey back to Alaska when he took it. That wouldn't be for another few months though, probably when the weather was colder but before the journey turned into a near impossible feat. With the roads and the crossings in the heart of the winter, he sometimes wonders if skis and skates might be the best way to travel. This trip across the city was a hell of a lot easier though and he was soon knocking on the door. Tabs, who he worked with many a night, let him in and a second later he had kidnapped Brooke, hoisting her high in the air to sit on his shoulders for a bit. The little girl always seemed to like it when he did it, despite Tabitha once warning him about dropping her when he was fooling around. He had told her then that after years of practice as an uncle, he was well trained in the art of throwing children about. She hadn't taken it so well, but KC got the joke.

Brooke was resting more on his hip while he tickled her to squeals when KC appeared. Grinning and stealing a kiss, he glanced down at her leg and then looked at her teasingly. “Do I get to carry you about, too?” He joked, wrapping his arm around her waist and lifting her off the ground opposite Brooke. He might have looked lanky and a little on the scrawny side, but Dawson was pretty damn athletic and had a surprising strength about him. “Easily done. I'll have her napping by the time the day is through.” He vowed, knowing it would probably happen if Brooke tried to keep up with him. Looking between the bags, Dawson looked then at KC, his eyebrows raised and a serious look hidden behind the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Hello Kitty is so rock 'n' roll.” He wasn't afraid to do anything that might make him look silly or get him heckled. So many of his charity fundraising stunts had involved such things and he loved it.

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TAGGED! KC!
WORDS! 892!
OUTFIT! Wild Man!
LYRICS! I Do - - - A Rocket To The Moon
NOTES! <3

[KC Evania Patterson]

 

KC tried not to let it show that she knew all about Dawson’s adventures when he wasn’t with her. It wasn’t like she could blame him or be mad at him for being himself and needing to be doing something. He wasn’t the type to sit around and do nothing but watch movies. He was an active person and KC had known that from the start so she couldn’t blame him or even be mad at him for running off to play adventure when he wasn’t with her. She did however appreciate the fact that he did try to hide it from her so she wouldn’t fall further down the rabbit hole she was in. Getting her fix of extreme sports through Youtube videos just wasn’t working for the blonde anymore and the sooner the plaster was gone and she could actually do something, the better. Now that she was officially free of it, she still couldn’t do a whole lot and even this trip to the park might have her wishing for an ice pack and the couch again at the end of the afternoon but for right now, she was running on the excitement that she could actually walk without crutches! So it didn’t matter if she could only walk behind while Brooke tried to catch up with Dawson through the fields, she was still out!

She didn’t think she was over exaggerating about how happy she was to be free of the plaster and able to move around. Thanks to the lack of an elevator, KC’s trips to the outside world were few and far between. And she despised every minute of it all. She wanted out, she wanted to do herself and not delegate to her boyfriend or her sister. So getting the plaster off was too great a reason not to celebrate with something she wanted to do; be outside. She would definitely not be doing any of her usual activities for the foreseeable future but she could deal with that and take Brooke to the park. It wasn’t the little girl’s fault her aunt had some sort of freak accident and wasn’t able to follow through with any of the promises she’d made before their weekend away. KC was still going to follow through with most of them but she wasn’t sure how many they could get through before classes started up again and she gained more shifts at work thanks to the school tours during the days she was free from classes.

KC wanted out of the apartment so bad, she had almost texted Dawson back to get him to meet them outside, but he would have been there and waiting out on the step before she’d made it down the stairs with the toddler and two backpacks. She might have felt like the Road Runner now that she could move freely but she was far from it. And besides that, if she’d told Dawson to meet them outside, if she wasn’t there, he would have come up anyway, so it was just simpler. KC laughed, leaning in Dawson. “Of course, I’ve had a taste of the sweet life, there’s no coming back from that.” She teased. KC smiled, running her hand over Brooke’s pigtailed head. “And then we can come back here and I’ll cook?” She asked, looking up at him. They both knew she couldn’t cook worth a damn and that they’d end up ordering in but it was the thought that counted. “So you take Hello Kitty and show Brooke real men don’t care.” She teased lightly, slipping her arms back through her Pac man backpack’s straps.

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[dawson trent naylor]

Dawson had struggled to keep the tales of his adventures to himself. Whenever something hilarious or memorable had happened when he was out, he had wanted to tell KC the next time he saw her. Since she was stuck indoors and with the kind of fun that required sitting still and not moving, Dawson had to bite his tongue time and time again. He didn't want to sour her mood or make her more frustrated that she couldn't be out there doing something similar or chasing her own hobbies. He already struggled to be the kind of guy people needed in a medical situation since he was far too curious and hyperactive to behave or to comfort. Afterwards, during any kind of recovery period, things only got worse since Dawson didn't like being cooped up or stuck inside for too long; even with the right company.

With all the sports he did Dawson has seen his fair share of injuries. There had been a dislocated knee back when he was a teenager and a broken arm, fractured wrist and some other broken fingers and the like. But he was usually lucky with the amount his did in comparison to how frequently the serious injuries struck him. However, whenever his mom would worry about him and his hobbies, Dawson would gently remind her that his most serious stint in the hospital had not been because of the sports at all. That had been back when he was seventeen and the construction crane had dropped the scaffolding, a beam striking Dawson quite severely on the head. A blood transfusion, days of observations and a dozen stitches later and he was lucky to be alive, let alone in such a stable, healthy condition. Dawson hadn't gone and wallowed about that though, and he still walked that same way home from the high school each day once he was cleared by doctors to return.

“It's a good job I'm strong then.” He joked lightly, winking at KC before spinning Brooke around in his arms again. People were often stunned that Dawson was good with children, but he was so childish himself, and he had younger siblings, and the title of Uncle was his too. He was just able to keep them all busy and having fun so that the adults could handle whatever needed to be handled. Most of the time it was his duty around the holidays, but he liked doing it in New York too, whenever he spent time with KC and her little niece. He was nowhere near ready for fatherhood himself, and he didn't know if he ever would be, but he liked spending time with the kids he could give back at the end of the day. “No offence, but you've just come away from the hospital, doll, and I'd rather not end up in it.” He teased, in reference to KC's cooking abilities. He'd rather take his chances with some of the dingy looking take outs in New York. Taking the Hello Kitty bag without a second of hesitation, he put the straps over his shoulders and grinned at Brooke. “Real men don't care. We're too awesome for that.” He said cheesily before grabbing the door for the two girls.

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TAGGED! KC!
WORDS! 548!
OUTFIT! Wild Man!
LYRICS! I Do - - - A Rocket To The Moon
NOTES! <3

[KC Evania Patterson]

 

KC was blonde, she wasn’t stupid. She knew when Dawson wasn’t hanging around as much as he could stand; he was out racing around the city doing what Dawson did best. She appreciated that he didn’t tell her what exactly he was getting up to while she was stuck on the couch. But the stories were always interesting and KC was starting to miss them. Before she missed out because of classes or because there were tours scheduled that had her name on them. And for the past too long, it had been because she could barely make it from one end of the apartment to the other. She had just about gone insane and getting the stupid plaster off her leg couldn’t come fast enough. That morning she just about ran down the stairs to hail a taxi to take her to the hospital. She’d been so excited when Tabby reminded her the night before that she had the appointment to remove the damn thing. She had barely been able to sleep and spent the better part of the night going over the silly little videos she’d put together through the summer because she couldn’t do much else.

It was a new day and a break free KC as she danced around the apartment with her niece while they gathered things to take to the park. KC had been okay the first couple weeks stuck indoors, she had plenty of time to read the textbooks she had needed come the start of school and she managed to finish a couple of her short films. But there wasn’t much she could do once all of that was done. She watched TV and movies, read the books on the shelf and slowly grew grumpier the longer she was stuck inside while the sun shone and the children played. Hell, even work had cut her shifts down to the bare minimum. That though, she couldn’t complain about, it was damn near impossible to get around New York City with plaster covering any body part but especially a leg! No one gave a damn if you were struggling, they buzzed past like you weren’t even there.

The broken leg was in the past now though, and KC didn’t want to dwell on it any longer. She had an appointment with the doctor in a couple weeks just to check up on everything and then she would really be free. But for now, she was going to forget about that appointment, she was going to forget all the trouble and annoyance of the last few weeks. Today was about the promises she made to her niece for a trip to the park. School was coming up quickly and that meant fall and less time to do all the things she’d promised at the beginning of summer. “That it is.” She agreed laughing at the giggles coming from Brooke. KC loved that Dawson was so good with kids. It made the shock of Brooke easier to handle and she would forever be grateful for that. He had helped her more than he knew with her niece, even if she had taken an instant liking to the child. KC had no idea how to handle children that small. The ones that rushed through the Whitney behind her while she spoke and asked her questions were older than Brooke. Those kids, KC could handle. She knew what to say to them but Brooke was a toddler and she didn’t know what to say or how to act. But after that first trip to the park with Dawson, she felt like she could handle the whole situation a little better. And now, KC couldn’t picture her life without the happy little girl in it.

“Pizza it is. Sal’s?” She asked with a shrug and a laugh. She knew she couldn’t cook. It was a running joke that she burned water! The most KC could do was put together a salad and sandwich deal. It didn’t go unnoticed that she relied heavily on Tabitha, takeout menus and a lot of salads when it came to food but she chose not to comment on it because it was brought up enough by others. So she was used to the teasing remarks and usually had a sarcastic quip ready. She had thought about taking a cooking class but with her actual classes and then work, she wasn’t sure if she could find the time to fit it in and be the social butterfly that she was. If she could find a class that fit, she would sign up immediately. Laughing, KC adjusted the strap of her own bag again so it sat more comfortably and crouched down to look Brooke in the eye, grinning mischievously. “Remember what I taught you?” She asked Brooke who lit up like she had a secret while Dawson grabbed the door; she nodded and looked up at KC’s boyfriend. “Let’s go hot stuff.” She said in her innocent way And KC tried in vain to hold back the giggles. Tabitha would have her head if she went around saying that to every man she met. But KC would only apologise if she were confronted by the little girl’s mother; until then, KC would just laugh it off. “You heard the girl, hot stuff. Let’s go!”

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[dawson trent naylor]

Dawson knew that he could drag KC on any wild adventures just yet. She might have had her cast off, but it would still take a little while before she was safe to pull off half of the stunts he loved so much. He didn't want to be the reason she ended up back on crutches or in another cast or brace. However, he was already planning some trips for them for when she was better and able to do more than just timidly walk on her healed leg. He was keeping all of those a secret for now though, knowing that if he told her or even hinted that he had something planned, she'd be eager to run off and do it now. Not that he could blame her; he had been just as bad and an even worse patient for doctors whenever he had been injured in the past. With his hobbies it was near impossible for his medical records not to contain fractures or broken bones. He was already amassing a rather boastful collection which might make him look like an idiot to some people, but Dawson saw each of them as an experience and a lesson learnt. Not that had ever held him back from getting back out there and doing something again after it had hurt him the first time.

“Might be an idea unless we want to be eating our food out of hospital drips for the next week.” Dawson teased. He didn't boast the title of world's greatest chef either. Most nights he favoured take-out, or something simple that he could toss together in five or ten minutes. Slaving away in a kitchen was nothing something that appealed to him and he didn't see anything therapeutic or relaxing about being over a hot stove or burning his hands or cutting himself. Plus, that time possibly spent cooking could be time he spent doing a million other things that he already knew he would enjoy. Even if it was something as simple as sitting on his couch to play video games with his friends. Listening to Brooke, Dawson grinned and then playfully messed up the little girl's hair. “And don't you forget it, Brooke!” He told her, acting as though she had just been taught a very important life lesson that she ought to carry with her for the rest of time. “And you have an excellent taste in fine looking men already.” He added, as though it was a compliment a toddler needed and would understand. KC would understand though, and teasing and tormenting her was still one of Dawson's favourite hobbies, regardless of what the subject matter was.

He led them out of the apartment and then before they had time to crack too many jokes they were already at the gates to the park. With the weather being what it was it seemed like quite a lot of the city had headed out this way to fit in a day of relaxation and sun before the winter finally swept in and stole the chances away from them. The thought of how this gave way to shopping rushes was enough to make Dawson shake his head and give thanks he had the common sense to do his early and online. “Okay! So where to first, ladies?” He asked, turning to KC and then spinning Brooke around playfully, drawing giggles and squeals from the little girl.

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TAGGED! KC!
WORDS! 624!
OUTFIT! Wild Man!
LYRICS! I Do - - - A Rocket To The Moon
NOTES! <3

[KC Evania Patterson]

 

KC couldn’t picture her life without her niece in it now. It hadn’t been long since the toddler came into her life but already she loved the little girl too much to put into simple words. She could remember when Brooke came into her life and she’d been terrified of screwing up, of saying the wrong thing in front of her because she’d heard that babies and toddlers were like parrots, they mimicked everything they heard. And KC was hardly a nun; she swore like a trucker and habitually told it like it was. That was all they needed, teach a toddler all those lovely words KC used so often. And now that she’d figured out how to censure her words around Brooke and took care of her while Tabs went out, KC loved being around the little girl. She was so adorable and cheeky and KC just absolutely loved her. “Shut up. I’m bad, I’m not that bad.” She could easily admit to it, too. She was a terrible cook but at least she could throw some things together if she really had to. Not to mention the fact that she could follow instructions well enough and what was a recipe but a list of instructions.

KC needed time away from the apartment, her sister and that cute little girl. She’d spent the last six weeks stuck around the house and babysitting the little one. She loved her but she wasn’t a mother, she didn’t know if she would ever be one or if she even wanted to be one. When she wasn’t broken she was always off doing what most people would call stupid. Would it be a good idea to bring a child into that world? Probably not and it didn’t matter. She was young and not interested in settling down, having a family or anything like that. KC just wanted to have fun and graduate. She still wanted adventure and travel. Did she ever miss adventure, she couldn’t even put how much into words. It sucked being stuck; she didn’t know how people did it. She wasn’t ready to go jumping off bridges or buildings but god, did she want to. The entire time she was out of commission, it was all she could think about. And Dawson, bless him, tried so hard not to add to that by avoiding the more adventurous hours in his day, even when all she really wanted was to live vicariously through him for those few weeks that seemed like decades had passed.

“Don’t tell her that! If she runs off with a rogue like you when she’s sixteen who do you think is going to get blamed? Auntie KC, that’s who!” She said playfully slapping his arm. She couldn’t help but grin though because she knew if Dawson or anyone like Dawson had taken an interest in her at sixteen, she probably would have been a bigger troublemaker than she was. Now no one had a say and those whose opinions she valued liked Dawson nearly as much as she did so as far as she was concerned, she didn’t have an issue. It looked like there were plenty of people who had the same idea; hit the park while they still had the weather for it. “Well, Brooke. Do you want the playground, or Strawberry Fields or the pond?” KC asked, spinning around to look at the little girl in Dawson’s arms. “Swing!” The little girl said through the giggles. “Playground it is!”

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[dawson trent naylor]

Dawson was used to kids, thankfully. It was a good thing since there were afternoons and a few evenings when he would find himself tucked up on the sofa with KC and then Brooke would come out and crawl into the almost non-existent space between them to join them for a bit and convince them to put Finding Nemo on until she would fall asleep and one of them would tuck her back into her bed. Dawson liked kids since his nephews and nieces hung off him when he was in Alaska and since he had so many friends growing up with younger brothers or sisters. Being a big kid like Dawson was also made trips like this to the park much more enjoyable since he got to act how he wanted to and not at all like the grown up some people expected him to be. It was more fool them really, since Dawson would probably never act like an adult, at least not for the next ten years. He had far too much fun being himself, running about the city, flipping off of buildings and acting like he didn't have a single care in the world. Grinning at KC's torment, Dawson pulled her close and pressed a quick kiss to the side of her head. There would never come a time when he didn't enjoy teasing the people in his life.

The messy haired college graduate knew that KC was relieved to be out of the cast. He also knew that she was keen to get back out there again and run around crazily like they usually did. However Dawson didn't want to see her fall too soon and wind up back in plaster or strapped in bandages with strict orders for bed rest or something similar. He'd get her back out there gradually over the next few weeks, but KC would not be base jumping at the weekend with him. Eventually she would be, but he wasn't going to be held responsible if the blonde girl wound up back on crutches and moping about the apartment with very little to do.

“Please, meeting someone like me at sixteen will be lucky! She'll be out having adventures like in her bedtime stories. Learning to fly and run wild with the sun on her back.” He grinned, tickling Brooke playfully as he spoke. He was trouble, but only in the sense that girls were likely to break bones if they followed him. He wouldn't be sending them home smelling of liquor, pregnant, or with a criminal record, which was something he considered an upside in his books. Dawson knew he wasn't the typical boy to bring home for Sunday dinner, but there were plenty out there who were miles worse than him. “I bet I can swing higher than you.” Dawson teased, running along and bouncing the little girl in his hold as he slowed down to let KC catch up to where his long legs had taken them.

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TAGGED! KC!
WORDS! 504!
OUTFIT! Wild Man!
LYRICS! I Do - - - A Rocket To The Moon
NOTES! <3

[KC Evania Patterson]

 

KC hated being stuck anywhere, but especially in her house with little to do. There was only so much Youtube a girl could watch before she wanted to become part of the video, to climb and fly, to jump from the tallest buildings into the deepest waters. Living vicariously through others those torturously long weeks were as painful as getting teeth pulled. She was as active as Dawson when she didn’t have a deadline that needed to be met and it had just sucked not being able to slip into her favourite pair of heels, wiggle herself into a second skin dress that should have probably never left the store in her possession and go dancing until the lights came on and they were forced out for another day. She missed dancing, she missed being able to hop on her Yamaha and just go anywhere she wanted without a care or a worry. That was the worst. She couldn’t ride her motorcycle the entire time she was out. It wasn’t her only way around the city but it was her favourite.

She wanted to go jump off buildings, take her gear and go somewhere, anywhere and climb for a weekend. She wanted to but she knew if she voiced those plans to Dawson, he would probably handcuff her to him to make sure she didn’t just run off and manage to land herself in the same situation she’d just been freed from. She didn’t want to go travelling down that path again; especially now that she had classes she had to get to. She could wait another couple of excruciatingly long weeks until she was given a clean bill of health and then she would plan a trip somewhere for winter break. She wasn’t sure if she was going home or if she and Tabs would start something in New York for Brooke but she knew she wanted to do something since she would have plenty of time off from her classes. She just needed to get through these next couple of weeks and then she could do whatever she pleased.

“You better hope so or you’ll be dealing with Tabs in thirteen years, not me!” KC said, holding her hands up. She was warning him now because no matter what happened in their future if anything could be blamed like they were talking about, Tabs would hunt down Dawson and serve him up on a silver platter; even if there was nothing nefarious about Dawson in the least. As far as KC was concerned, Dawson was one of the best guys out there; especially in a city like New York. And though Tabitha had yelled at him for coming back with a broken sister and not the perfectly healthy that he’d left with, it hadn’t been his fault, he hadn’t even been close enough to cause any trouble. “Go on, I know where I’m going.” She said, shooing her boyfriend and her niece away. She wasn’t as fast as she used to be at the moment, but she was going to get back there soon enough and at least she was outside, plaster free and enjoying what little bit of the good weather was left before fall and winter settled in.

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[dawson trent naylor]

Dawson had experienced his own fair share of injuries over the years. With the hobbies he kept it was practically inevitable for him. He had broken bones, had some nasty dislocations and bumps along the way. He was black and blue for as long as he could remember, even when he bounced right back up and carried on with whatever activity he had been doing at the time. Some were worse than others and by the time he was moving out for college his parents were somewhat thankful that they wouldn't be the ones who had to drive their son to the ER with a broken arm, swollen joints or a dislocated shoulder. It seemed to be their primary taxi service where Dawson was concerned and they had expressed longstanding wishes for him to take up a less risky hobby, at least so they could have a little rest from wondering what injury he'd come home with next.

At least Dawson had just as many hobbies to keep him occupied when he was injured. His music meant a great deal to him and he would spend hours with his guitar even when he wasn't bruised and broken. More nights than not he was shouted at for playing too late and keeping his siblings or parents awake. If it wasn't his guitar giving him things to do then he had video games to fidget over and plenty of friends to keep him company while he played them. He'd catch himself fidgeting, longing to be out there jumping walls and scaling buildings again, but there was always a good distraction around or something else to take his focus for a few hours. He would call it the perks of being active for every moment he was awake and when he was healthy and showing the world just that, many often wondered how he kept up with himself and how he had the energy to do everything he did and not just want to find a pillow at the end of each and every day. Dawson wished he knew that answer too, but all he could ever offer to them was that looking after himself and his health allowed him to do everything he wanted to do and then some.

“You're assuming she can catch me.” Dawson teased with a huge grin. He teased Tabs almost as badly too whenever he was around her. It was his go to thing when people brought up anything like that. Dawson liked to think that if it every came down to him running for his life, not only could he run a considerable distance to start with, but his Parkour skills were sure to save him and give the bad guys the slip. He just didn't know if the bad guys would be raging zombies, an angry mob or a mother blaming him for her daughter's actions. He liked to think it would be the zombies, but friends frequently told him it would be the latter. Ahead of KC and slowing slightly, Dawson let Brooke back to her feet and took her hand so she couldn't run off like children often liked to do. The playground was in sight, screaming kids and chatting parents or carers plentiful. Dawson let Brooke lead him to the swings and he helped her out, telling her a silly story as he made sure she was safe and secure and not about to take a nose dive into the ground. “How high do you want to fly, Tinkerbell?” Dawson asked with a grin, pulling the swing back and letting it go gently.

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TAGGED! KC!
WORDS! 605!
OUTFIT! Wild Man!
LYRICS! I Do - - - A Rocket To The Moon
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[KC Evania Patterson]

 

KC was in the house just as much as she was out of it and she’d always been that way. Her major meant quite a few of her classes had her out with a camera, recording things for her films just as much as it had her sitting in front of her computer editing. She might have wanted to become a director but if worst came to worse; she would become the best damn editor Hollywood ever saw. Being in the industry was all KC had ever wanted since her father gave her that tiny little video camera for her birthday all those years ago. She’d been hooked on it just as badly as she’d gotten hooked on climbing. KC had always been the adventurous one of the pair. Tabitha had kept more to herself throughout high school while KC was bouncing from group to group with a laugh and flick of her hair. She had blended well and that hadn’t changed about her. She was still able to fit herself into any situation any make it work for her.

It was why she made such a good tour guide and why her boss never wanted her to leave, already offering up her soul among other things to keep the blonde twin at the Whitney. She had to admit though, she loved her job, even when she couldn’t actually do her job, they made things work for her to still get her hours in. It was going to be a sad, sad day when she finally had to say good-bye. Until then, KC was going to put everything she had into it and had already promised her boss she would be more careful with her extracurricular activities, though accidents did happen; her leg had been proof of that. It was giving her twinges and small pains but then she hadn’t put any pressure on it in too long and now she was traipsing through the park as if she’d always been plaster free. It was already probably too much but she’d be damned if she wasn’t getting the hell out of that apartment and spending some time in the fresh air that wasn’t provided by the little balcony attached to their living room.

“She would catch you.” KC warned though she had absolutely no idea if that could be true. Dawson had those long legs and Parkour on his side, Tabitha had a handful of months chasing after a toddler under her belt. But KC knew her sister well, and in that sense they were the same. If she were determined enough to want it, she would get it sooner or later. Tabs had more patience than KC ever did, she would wait Dawson out if she had to and KC would be there just to laugh at it all. It was an amusing idea to think about and KC let the idea simmer while she wound her way through the path to the playground, catching up with Dawson and Brooke only after a few minutes. She may have been cleared to go back to regular life but she wanted to take it easy. She didn’t want to put any added strain on her leg and mess it up even more. That was why she wasn’t allowed back to her regular duties at work until she’d had that follow up with the doctor and why she was walking so slowly through the park. She may have broken bones before, but it was a first for her leg and she was a little iffy on go back out full force; no matter how much that was exactly what she wanted to do. “Don’t swing her too high.” KC said, reaching the pair of troublemakers as Brooke was on her way down from a push on the swings. She leaned against the frame and Dawson pushed Brooke again as the little girl squealed with laughter.

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Dawson still had no idea what the future would hold for him. He had been out of college for a few months now and was still milling around doing the same things he had always done while in New York. He wasn't in a rush to find his perfect career, or worried about settling down and finding that little house with the white picket fence. Hell, the thought of such a thing was enough to give him nightmares at this point in his life. Dawson preferred the spontaneity of the unknown and he especially like being able to just pick up and go whenever the mood struck him. If he woke up and fancied a day of Parkour then he could do it. If he had a sudden urge to head out of the city and find something new to try then he could just drive. It was a luxury he knew he wouldn't have forever, but he hoped to make the most of it while he could. He wanted a life of stories and brilliant memories by the time his hair turned silver.

Gotham would always remain a fond memory to him, too. Dawson had no plans to quit his job just yet and he saw no reason to be thinking about such things just yet, but it would happen eventually. It had been a job to see him through college with some cash to spare and now it was what paid the bills on his New York apartment. They funded his hobbies and kept him able to live. He loved the atmosphere at the bar, the comedy nights and he was happy to call the staff there his friends. They were a close bunch and Dawson had no reason to want to leave. In fact, he knew for certain that when he did eventually hand his notice in at Gotham it would only be because his dream job had finally found him. He just didn't know what it would be just yet. It was one part of his life that still remained a rather large mystery to him.

“Assuming she can find me first.” Dawson teased. He knew it would never come down to it. There were no guarantees that he would even still be in KC's life, let alone Tabitha's and Brooke's. He didn't like to assume too much about the future and he much rather preferred to live in the moment and see what life brought to him. Worrying about the future caused too many people to lose important things in the present. Dawson had seen it with his own eyes and he wasn't about to let similar things happen to him. He enjoyed coming to the park and having Brooke with them just gave him another reason to act childish. “I have done this before, you know.” He reminded KC with raised eyebrows. She had never met any of his family, but he knew he mentioned being an uncle before now. When he was back home he spent most of the waking hours with the children, teaching them the sort of tricks that had their mother's pulling their hair out with worry. Dawson knew what he was doing though, and he never taught them anything reckless that would land them in the hospital; he kept those stunts to himself. “You ready to fly, Brooke?” He asked with a grin, pushing her ever so slightly higher. It was hardly any difference from a bystanders point of view, but to Brooke it might have felt like she was almost in the trees.

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TAGGED! KC Evania Patterson
WORDS! 601!
OUTFIT! Wild Man!
LYRICS! I Do - - - A Rocket To The Moon
NOTES! <3

[KC Evania Patterson]

 

KC knew what she wanted out of her life career wise. Everything else, she didn’t have a bloody clue about. She wanted to travel, she wanted to explore and make a name for herself. Family and all of that could wait until she was good and ready to settle down, to start a family. At twenty one, she wasn’t ready for any of that responsibility. Surprisingly, she wasn’t the twin that had her head on straight. That was Tabby, or it was supposed to be Tabs. She was the one with the plans, the one who knew exactly what she was after. She was the serious one! KC was the class clown! She was the one that did things at the drop of a hat. She was the unpredictable one; even if she had an idea of what she wanted from life. It wasn’t nearly as much as Tabs, but it was something more than nothing. And that was good enough for KC.

For now, she was happy to be apart of the Whitney, informing the masses of what they hadn’t known before entering the building. She was happy with Dawson, going on all sorts of adventures and never quite knowing what to expect from one minute to the next. Did she see a future with Dawson? She didn’t honestly know. She liked him a lot but they both knew they were young and things happened and people changed. It wasn’t everyone that found that special someone so early on in life. KC wasn’t expecting a lifetime with Dawson simply because she didn’t know how long things would last. She was simply determined to enjoy it while it did; even knowing if the day ever came that they went their separate ways, she would fall down a rabbit hole fast. She liked him a lot and they spent so much time together that naturally it would hurt like a son of a bitch but like any strong woman, she would get over it; eventually, maybe.

Teasing Dawson about what the future may or may not hold was fun. He always had a comeback at the ready, just waiting for her to say something. “I don’t think you’re giving her enough credit.” KC laughed. KC never wanted to be on the receiving end of Tabitha’s rage. It was a little scary to see the polite twin tear into someone, deserving or otherwise. She’d only seen it happen twice but both times left KC shrinking away just as much as the poor idiot who’d dared get in her way while she was on the warpath. For as long as KC could remember, she’d been the one with the temper, the emotional one; which, really, was saying something! “I know but she’s the only baby in my life. I trust but I still worry.” She admitted with a roll of her eyes. She trusted Dawson completely but she was still allowed to worry about her only niece.

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Dawson preferred life to come with mystery. He didn't like having all of the answers or knowing what was just around the corner. It took the adrenaline rush out of everything and left nothing to chance. Dawson preferred surprises and never knowing what the next big thing might be. Some people might think him irresponsible for not having a five year plan for after graduation, but Dawson just wanted to live his life. He'd rather make some impressive dents in his bucket list than worry about settling down and taking a wife all before he was twenty five. What was supposed to work out for him would work out in time, when it was supposed to. He was in no rush to find his white picket fence ending. Dawson didn't even know if that was the ending for him. He didn't know if he would ever fit in in that world when he lived for the adrenaline rush of flying high through the sky with only a parachute promising him safety, or the thrill of climbing buildings without a harness or rope keeping him secure. It was the sort of thing that his mom thought might give her a heart attack, but it was exactly what Dawson loved most of all.

He didn't think there was anything that could stop him from his Parkour or any of his sports. He had no intention of stopping or slowing down until something came along and stopped him completely. Dawson didn't have a clue that it might be or how it could happen, but it wasn't something he worried about or thought about. Worrying wasn't something Dawson did regularly and he didn't spend time with doubts or pondering the what ifs in life. It was a waste of valuable hobby time as far as he was concerned. What good did it do anyway? Worrying changed nothing in life unless someone went out there and actually did something about it, which is the route Dawson would rather take over sitting about and mulling over the possibilities. Fortunately for him nothing like that came up in his life often and he could just live the lifestyle he currently enjoyed without too much concern.

“I'm giving her plenty of credit. Your sister just can't fly.” Dawson joked. He knew it would never come down to it, which is why he had no problem laughing and joking about this sort of thing without a care in the world. There were years to come and go before Brooke would ever reach that point in her life anyway. Dawson didn't know if he'd be in her life, KC's or even in New York then. Chuckling, Dawson shook his head and pushed Brooke in rhythm on the swings. “Just wait until she starts falling over properly.” He said with a grin, knowing it was inevitable of every child. It was the best part of childhood; the bumps and the bruises always came with the best stories of curiosity and fun days out. At least, that was Dawson's opinion when it came to growing up. He had seen his fair share of them all and then some more.

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TAGGED! KC Evania Patterson!
WORDS! 579!
OUTFIT! Wild Man!
LYRICS! I Do - - - A Rocket To The Moon
NOTES! <3

[KC Evania Patterson]

 

KC didn't know what was going to happen next in her life. The most she planned out were her classes and her shifts at work because they had to be planned. Other than that, she just let things go as they would and went along for the ride. That was how she'd met Dawson after all. If she hadn't felt like going skating she would never have been there and wouldn't have met the crazy man she was with now. She was still young, she didn't need to have every single second of her life planned out. She didn't know how some people could do it! It drove her crazy knowing she had to be in class or at work at a certain time; especially when she really wanted to be doing something else entirely. She wasn't ready to settle down or start a family and that was fine. She was still only young. And in all honestly, she didn't know when or if she would be ready. It was always expected that she would be the screw up, the one who never married, never had any children of her own while Tabs was the one they all expected that from. KC was actually pretty sure if she went home and told them she was getting married or having a baby, her mother would probably have a heart attack; those would be too responsible for KC to be doing.

KC laughed, shaking her head. "She won't need to fly to get ahold of you." She teased. She'd seen Tabitha's scary side only a handful of times and it scared the living hell out of her and she wasn't even on the receiving end of it! KC didn't know what would happen in the future, she couldn't read minds or look ahead and even if she could, it was all probability. One simple change in yes or no and everything would be different anyway. KC didn't know if Dawson would be around that far off into the future, she didn't know if she would be in New York or if Tabitha would move away for work. She didn't know if Brooke would be around or if there would be plans to visit that went unfulfilled. Everything could be different. "You'll have a dead girlfriend on your hands because Tabs will kill me for letting it happen." KC said with a laugh. Reality was she wanted Brooke to have as much excitement and adventure in her life that KC did. Life wasn't worth being lived if every second of it was dull and boring.

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