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Posted: Mon May 22, 2017 9:24 pm
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"Hullo, and, yes, I am." Jeremiah responded back, fingers flicking in greeting. His accent was not perhaps immediately noticeable but when he spoke next, answering Roman's question, it was. "Rolling Stones, Paint It Black, 1966 Single, UK Release, Decca Records."
The accent, markedly received pronunciation (so very British), was obvious. Jeremiah returned the handshake, strong and firm, though his hand was oddly cool (as if he was someone who was more than a few degrees cooler than most people). It might not have been immediately obvious who he was with just the accent but between it and his eyes (a strange mixture of blue-green that glowed faintly and sometimes, when light hit the pupils, reflected light back similar to a cat's) Roman probably had a good idea who was.
Silver-white hair, English accent, and strange eyes all added up to the Chief of Ashdown Police.
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2017 10:53 pm
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"Right on, man." Free time was nice. Ro rarely had much of his own, trying to keep the shop afloat. "It'll just take a sec- uh-" He glanced at the front of the store then to Jeremiah. "Don't let anyone run out with anything, okay? I doubt that anyone'll come in, but, uh- yeah- I'm being ********' redundant, sorry. I'll be right back."
He slipped through to the back half of the shop and took the steps up to his apartment two at a time. Mentally, he berated himself for acting so nervous but he'd always had a thing when it came to cops. Magical ones especially. Not that he'd ever dealt with one before. That he knew of. Wonder what that bone ring is all about??
When he came back downstairs, not only did he have the aforementioned step ladder- but a Coke too. He set the perspiring can down on the ground and set up the ladder, then used it to grab the Paint It, Black copy that Jeremiah had requested. Without missing a beat he hopped down, grabbed the soda, and returned to the space next to the police chief.
"Ya want anything else, man?" He asked, as he handed it over and nodded at the album he'd noticed the cop contemplating. "Can't go wrong with Benatar. She's an 80s queen."
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2017 6:48 pm
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Jeremiah just raised an eyebrow at the idea of anyone running out with something while he was in the store. That would've been an exceptionally stupid individual. "No worries, I'll keep an eye out."
Not like he was also not used to people acting nervous around him. The combination of being known to be magical, looking it, and being an officer had that kind of effect on people he did not know.
He was still looking over the Pat Benatar album, seeing what was on it, when Roman came back down and offered out the Paint It, Black vinyl. "Mm, I don't know. This is for a gift. I usually play this on the piano along with a few other Stones songs but this one has the most meaning ..." Jeremiah was looking it over, bright eyes glancing towards Roman. "And, no, one can't really go wrong with Pat Benatar."
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2017 9:15 pm
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"12." He said. "I open shop at 12, close at 6. But, uh- if it's easier for you... you can come in before that." He extended his pointer finger upwards. "I live upstairs and I'll probably have it done by midnight at the latest, so, if I give you my number you can text me and let me know when you're here?" He sighed.
"I haven't been sleeping that well recently, I'll probably be awake. I can just come downstairs and hand it off to you, that way you don't have to waste your lunch running an errand." Ro had always cherished his breaks, back before he became his own boss. He figured it was safe to assume that the police chief was an incredibly busy man, and Roman didn't mind helping him out a little. He seemed... good. Even if he was a tiny bit stand-offish.
Then again, that might have just been Ro's own prejudices that made him feel like he should keep Jeremiah at arm's length.
He flashed the police chief his computer screen, where the end price of the two vinyls was marked in bold black letters. "There's your total, by the way. Cash, or card?"
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2017 7:39 am
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2017 9:53 am
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Jeremiah's phone buzzed, no notification sound, and he pulled it from his phone to add the contact: Ro Kennedy - Red Ranger Vinyl. Nothing special, not yet at least, because it always took him a while to warm up to people.
Unless you went into combat with him and that was a different story.
Even if Roman thought it was weird, and Jeremiah would likely agree, there were enough odd rumors around town that made it kind of a thing. Strange dreams, weird stuff happening- you're probably dealing with that other place.
There was a snort at the mention of Cid. "For a man without magic, Concord knows a bit too much about some of the other aspects of this town." His lips twitched. "... but on the off chance you're having particular strange dreams, wherein you're in a place that looks like Ashdown but is not, visit your own shop."
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