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Eloquent Conversationalist
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 Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2018 7:35 pm
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Altair Blackwood
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The shower was definitely a good idea, and Al hadn’t even used his powers on that one. After round two he was totally starving, so while Anna got ready, doing all those mysterious things women seemed to do in the bathroom, he busied himself searching the safe house for a snack. The fridge had a few condiments of an uncertain age, and outside of plates and glasses the cupboards were bare. His stomach growled angrily demanding to be fed after such rigorous exercise. So he flopped down on the remains of the cot and waited. He would need to fix it....after he ate.
When Annabelle emerged from the bathroom he quickly stood up with a big grin, though not even Altair was sure if it was at the sight of Anna, or for the prospect of getting food soon. He was all too happy to follow her to a fancy little restaurant. Let's face it, most of what he ate was fast food or things that could be microwaved. Not that he couldn't cook, but he didn't have anyone to cook for and it didn't seem worth the effort to make a whole meal for himself. He was dubious about the cheese pancakes, but at lease willing to try them. Given how hungry he was, he'd probably eat them regardless. Al choked on the water he had been drinking when she asked if he had seen her place. How the hell was he supposed to answer that? 'Yeah, we were drunk and did it on your couch. I didn't stay the night, nor did I ask you out on a proper date like a total a*****e.' His mind raced for an acceptable answer, since she clearly didn't remember, while he coughed. It seemed like a good way to bring a quick end to their brunch. “I...uhh...once. A long time ago. I didn't get to see much of it though.” He answered finally, all red faced as he tried to think of somewhere else to steer the conversation. He was used to being the smooth talker, charming the panties off of ladies, but Anna had him all tongue tied and lost for words. “Have you... thought about rearranging that meeting with Providence?” Work. Work was good. Not the sweet talking romance he had thought to be engaging in right now, but safer than bringing up that night.
February 4th 2012
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2018 8:43 pm
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The look he gave her when she ordered the pancakes. “They’re good!” She defended her choice of breakfast food. She liked them. He didn’t have to eat them if he didn’t want to. “I ordered you some French toast if you don’t like them.” She shook her head, and waited for him to answer her question about if he’d been to her place before as she had a sip of coffee. His expression…He looked like he might be sick or something. As he answered, she remembered the couch, a smile turning up the corners of her lips. “Oh…Yeah…I think I have that couch in the den now.” Really, if that was the only time he’d ever been there…Then he wouldn’t have seen much of the place beyond the couch, unless he wandered around after they passed out, and he woke up. Only took ten years before he came around for rounds two and three…
He didn’t seem to want to talk about any of that right now. No reason to ruin the good mood, she supposed. Though talking about meetings and work might do just that. “Providence?” She had to think for a moment. “I mean, I’d just as soon brush them off, but I don’t want them getting too nosey into my business, so I figured at least a face-to-face was playing nice…Why? You have a feeling I shouldn’t go?” Her father had trusted Al’s instincts. She knew that. She’d seen it a time or two. Too bad he hadn’t listened to the man that last time or her parents might still be alive…Or they might have died at another time. No way to know now, was there?
“I can try to reschedule, or just blow them off entirely if that would be a better idea.” She raised a brow, watching him. “You don’t have to look so nervous, Al. You never called afterwards, and I didn’t go hunt you down. If I’d had a problem with a drunken one night stand ten years ago, I would have popped up, and smacked you way before now.”
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2018 4:14 pm
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2018 6:17 pm
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February 12, 2013
❝I can do what I want, I'm in complete control. That's what I tell myself.
I got a mind of my own, I'll be alright alone. Don't need anybody else.
I give myself a good talking to. No more being a fool for you.
I remember how you made wanna surrender.❞
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ Dᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ Jᴀᴍᴇs Bʀᴀɴᴅᴛ ↘↘
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❝Always the same, You say that you'll change. Somehow you never do.
I believe all your lies, The look in your eyes. You make it all seem true.
I guess I see what I wanna see, Or is my heart just deceiving me
With that look I know so well, I fall completely under your spell.❞
James could see the look of regret on Leon's face after he had finished his little tantrum, and he frowned. The girl looked like she was bursting with questions, but she also didn't really say more about it. Leon gave in a little. "I'm sure the kid is fine." He tried to remedy, but the redhead looked skeptical now. Clearly she wasn't stupid enough to just let all of that go as if it hadn't just been said. Thankfully a knock came at the door, preventing James from having to say anything else on the matter. The redhead moved to get the door, but James shot to his feet, stopping her. "I'll get it." He announced, and the girl took the spot on the couch beside Leon that James had been occupying instead.
He opened the door to see a girl on the other side. Presumably Eva, the one they were supposedly sending to help him. He was sort of surprised to find that she was quite pretty, though he wasn't sure what he had expected instead. The detective stepped aside to let her in. "Welcome to the party. You're just in time to watch Leon heave his guts out for the eighth time. Consider yourself lucky." James announced comically, both trying to lighten the mood, and unable to help himself from getting in another jab at his friend's misery before he would have to leave the man to his own devices. He shut the door behind her again and held his hand out in a friendly manner. "I'm James."
❝Damn your eyes.
They're taking my breath away
For making me wanna stay
Damn your eyes
For getting my hopes up high
Making me fall in love again!
Damn your eyes.❞
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2018 7:16 pm
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He looked shell-shocked. Well, maybe she had just dropped a bomb on him. He had seemed a little nervous up until she’d mentioned the couch. She’d dropped a bomb. Yup. He was shell-shocked. She was tempted to wave her hand in front of his face, and snap her fingers to try to snap him out of it, but she just let him sit there and stare. Seemed a touch easier. Food was placed in the center of the table, and they were each given a plate so they could pick and choose from the offerings she’d ordered, sharing…
“I thought you uhh....didn't remember that night.”
She smirked, cutting into the pancakes, a low moan sliding from her throat. She loved these things, and any reason to come out and get some was a good reason for her. “Well, I remember the couch,” she said with a little grin. “And what happened on the couch…” She also remembered waking up alone. She’d been a little annoyed at the time, and then realized how big of a mistake she’d been for him when he’d ghosted her.
He was also the first one to find her when her parents had died, and she’d disappeared to avoid the authorities for a while. There had been a lot going on, then…So she never mentioned their one night together. He’d never brought it up, so she figured he’d either forgotten, or hoped she had. There hadn’t been a reason to bring it up before…
She cut another triangle from her pancake, and held it out to him. “Try a bite.”
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2018 9:12 pm
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Fugue
Minutes later at the scene where Eva was attacked, (which of course several moments had already passed as all involved parties are nowhere to be seen), the police had already arrived and begone their own investigations taking statements from witnesses, collecting evidence etc.
Shortly after the police already begone their investigations, a black genesis pulls up on to the crime scene. The driver stops the vehicle and exits it. Wearing he takes off his sunglasses and immediately walks up to the officer in charge of the investigation. “Hello officer my name is Agent Malvyr, and I’ll now personally be taking over this investigation from here on out.”As he spoke to the officer he handed the officer the proper papers, but before the officer even bother to look at them he immediately questioned ‘Smith’s’ Authority. “Under what jurisdiction, and authority do you have to be giving me orders?!” ‘Vicktor’, smirked slightly at this as he knew it would be a question he’d have to get used to answering. “This incident, is one that is related to deviants, which means it falls under my jurisdiction, as I represent the Deviant Response Division. It’s my job now to make sure all future incidents involving Deviants within this city are handled more discreetly. The government doesn’t want this ‘war’ between Providence, and Dominion, escalating any further than necessary, to avoid further property damage, as well anymore unnecessary casualties through collateral damage. Now before you waste anymore of mine and yours time, I suggest you read the paperwork I handed you that basically tells you everything I just told you, so I can get back to doing my job.” He then waited for the officer, to finish reading over the paperwork as he observed the officer’s discontent. “Fine”, said the officer reluctantly. “What do you need from us?” Fugue finally smiled as the officer agreed to co-operate, and responded with, “First I’ll need all of the witnesses statements you collected so far, secondly I’ll need you to hand me all the evidence you collected so far, hopefully, I arrived in time that your team hasn’t disrupted the scene too much.” With that Fugue began, to investigate the evidence of the scene, starting with the alleyway where Eva’s plants had sprouted from. A deviant or two was definitely here he thought to himself. And he realized this was going to be a long day for him. |
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2018 8:54 pm
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2018 9:24 pm
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Was someone jealous? She hoped so. Altair was a handsome man, and she knew he’d likely had a lot of other conquests since that night…He was a guy. She’d be shocked into a potential heart attack if he hadn’t had anyone-and quite pleased to know she’d bee that memorable…
“Don’t knock it, til ya try it,” she said with a grin, waiting patiently for him to try one of her favorite foods. If it was something major she’d warn him it was an acquired taste, but other than lactose intolerant people she saw no reason for anyone to b***h outside of the phrase something different. She saw that subtle surprise in his eyes as the pancake covered his taste buds. She kicked off her shoe, grinning as she extended her leg, and let her foot rub along his inner thigh. “Someone has a big ego.” The fabric felt almost tortuously taught over his flesh. “Monstrously so,” she crooned across the table as she took her time with her share of their meal.
Once they were done, she gave him a sultry grin, and slipped her shoe back on her foot before she went to take care of the bill while he regained what composure he could so he could walk out of the restaurant without gaining too much notice for imprint that was along his thigh. Outside, she stood on her toes, grinning as she kissed him, pushing him back against the wall. “So, why don’t we go back to my place, and see if we can break that bed, too?”
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2018 5:36 pm
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February 12, 2013
❝I can do what I want, I'm in complete control. That's what I tell myself.
I got a mind of my own, I'll be alright alone. Don't need anybody else.
I give myself a good talking to. No more being a fool for you.
I remember how you made wanna surrender.❞
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ Dᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ Jᴀᴍᴇs Bʀᴀɴᴅᴛ ↘↘
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❝Always the same, You say that you'll change. Somehow you never do.
I believe all your lies, The look in your eyes. You make it all seem true.
I guess I see what I wanna see, Or is my heart just deceiving me
With that look I know so well, I fall completely under your spell.❞
James gave a half-glance backward into the apartment as Leon called out not to invite her in. Eva seemed inclined to politely follow the request. James was relishing in it, however. "Really? You want to miss this?" He asked with a grin and a poke of his thumb in the general direction of the voice. Finally the detective gave an over-dramatic eye roll and followed Eva back out the front door. "Call me if you need anything!" He shouted back into the apartment to Leon before closing the door behind him -- though he had a feeling that his friend would not be calling for help again any time soon since the first time he had failed so terribly to rescue the man from his doom.
Once they were outside again, James stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets. "Did they tell you anything about the situation when they sent you?" He asked, unsure whether they should start from the top or if he just needed to elaborate on some things. "Did anyone find a lead on the license plate number I left?"
❝Damn your eyes.
They're taking my breath away
For making me wanna stay
Damn your eyes
For getting my hopes up high
Making me fall in love again!
Damn your eyes.❞
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2018 8:27 pm
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