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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2016 9:18 pm
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It was at his suggestion- no, make that insistence- that Temp crash at his place after the fairy ball from hell that led them both to his apartment after they had taken Melany to the hospital. He hadn't been comfortable letting her go home alone, and hell, he wasn't so sure he wanted to be alone himself, after everything that had happened, though he'd never admit as much out loud.
What they had done....Well, what Temperance had done, mostly, though he had certainly contributed, and he had the sore arms and shoulders to prove it, had not exactly been met with applause. No, more like hostile shouts and further attempts at murder, actually, which meant that it was fairly safe to say that it had been a very unpopular choice. And since they, along with Jordan, had been the last ones seen with Melany...
Well, let's just say that Connor had some concerns. Ones pertaining to safety, mostly.
The apartment door was unlocked and swung open. Connor's mask had been long discarded in some random trash bin, and the tie that had been wrapped around the knife wound on his hand had been replaced by hospital bandages.
As for the rest of him, well, blood stained and disheveled pretty much summed it up.
"Home sweet home." He muttered, tossing his keys towards a small, nearby table against the wall as he entered his sizable apartment. Inside, his pet Rotty, Peeble's, was already letting out little yips and whines of excitement from her crate in the living room, paws scrabbling at the gate, eager to be free.
"Bathroom's over there" He pointed towards a short hallway beyond the living room, "First door on the left. Towels are in the closet beside, my rooms the next door up and the spare rooms across. If you need clothes, raid my dresser."
He had other matters to attend to before he could clean up. Like his dog who was probably dying to go outside, and the pack of smokes he had accidentally forgotten to grab before he'd gone to the ball.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2016 8:06 pm
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While Temp got herself cleaned up in the shower, Connor found a change of clothes for himself (jeans, shirt, jacket...H wasn't preparing himself for bed but for a walk after all), and after giving his face a quick wash in the kitchen sink, he grabbed his cigarettes, let loose his hound, clipped on her leash and hauled her outside.
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He didn't leave for long. He was too uneasy, always glancing over his shoulder as he led Peeble's along, and once she'd completed her business, he'd headed back immediately, finishing his cigarette and lighting another before as he went inside. Once back in the apartment, he listened for sounds to indicate if Temp was still in the shower, before making himself comfortable on the couch in his living room, where Pee-bubs clambered up onto his lap as if she were a much smaller dog than what she would soon grow into. Still, having her there was comforting, and rather than tell her off, he stroked her softly between her ears.
When Temp joined them, he took time to slowly exhale a cloud of smoke.
"Well..." He began, and paused, unsure himself of what would be best. "If she's as dangerous as everyone was indicating by their shouts of rage and attempts at murder, I would say we should probably tell somebody with some ******** authority where she is so she can be monitored." He supplied, obviously having already been thinking about this.
"Thoughts?" He asked, knowing full well that she would have some.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2016 11:41 pm
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"Ya well, just don't ******** lecture me on it." He said, from around his cigarette, before taking another long drag and exhaling it slowly. "I'm allowed at least one vice, and I'm starting to think I'm going to die long before it ever kills me."
He fell into silence then, and just let Temp talk. What she had to say about Shun he already knew. The detective had, after all, brought Chel to the party. While he didn't know much about him except that he looked like he was perpetually both emotionally and physically constipated (likely because of the large stick up his a**), he did know that he was a cop.
"So, we just have to go above that a*****e." He shrugged, "What do you know about Mercer?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2016 5:39 pm
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"Somehow I'm not even surprised. Some people just seemed to be involved in all of the s**t, one way or another." He sighed, and gave Peebles a light scritch between her ears.
"Mercer always seemed like a decent guy to me. And that other guy, that helped that woman....she wanted to be the tithe, Temp. I know, it's still murder, or assisted suicide, I know it was awful to watch, I was ******** there, and it was easy to pass blame at the time....but it was going to happen, no matter who wound up on the council. I don't know if there's any chance it wouldn't have."
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