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Post by Dr. Bradley Karrde Smith on Dec 29, 2010 21:35:23 GMT -8
The squealing and subsequent tackle from the other blonde at the table prompted Brad to consider Tamika's question. Leaning over, he whispered into her ear, "I think with all the commotion, it'd be wiser to find some place private for us to talk. Maybe we can have the drink afterwards, although.." he motioned to her lack of drink, "...it looks like you're not really the drinking type." Being that near her ear, something else caught his attention. "And you also use a fruity shampoo. Strawberry, I think."
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Post by Todd Thorne on Dec 29, 2010 21:47:47 GMT -8
What the hell just happened?
Kevin arrived and Emily went crazy! When did she know Kev?
When she gave his good friend a kiss. Todd almost lost it.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
First the lawyer and now Kevin of all people! Jesus! It was hard to keep track of who to keep an eye on around here! Last time he talked with Kevin he was into some mysterious dude, he's into Emily now?
This was not cool. His eyes narrowed slightly, it was a good thing Emily was still in between them as Todd had the overwhelming urge to kick Kevin's scrawny ass.
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Post by Atlas on Dec 29, 2010 22:19:17 GMT -8
As much as Atlas had wanted to talk to Emily again, he also wanted to meet this new "employer" of his. "That, and sitting next to a guy who wants to kill my very soul is starting to get more and more awkward."
Another man wandered in. He was alerted not by his entrance through the door, but the loud yell of "KEEEEVIN." from Emily and her rambunctious affection for him. It seemed like some sort of high school reunion for her. He looked up rather surprised. "Who is that guy? Her brother, boyfriend?" he wondered. He was secretly hoping the former and not the latter. "N..Not that is matters anyways. Stop thinking like that, Atlas, you idiot." he thought. He spoke up to Emily.
"I need to talk about some 'business' with Brad and Tamika. I'll join up with you later when I'm done." he said to her.
He turned to Tamika and Brad. "Right, find up someplace private, and we'll go over what we need to know..."
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Dec 29, 2010 22:34:14 GMT -8
Emily turned from Kevin and Todd when Atlas spoke to her and smiled.
"Sure thing! I'll be here for awhile catching up with Kev!" With this she gave Kevin a pat on the shoulder and Todd a punch in the arm.
"Apparently Todd and I shared a common friend and didn't even know it!"
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Post by kevin on Dec 29, 2010 23:08:31 GMT -8
“Hi, Tamika, nice to see you here.” Kevin managed to give Tamika a wink, while melting into Emily’s hug. She was always so sweet with him; it was quite pleasing that her attitude towards him hasn’t changed. Todd, on the other hand didn’t seem so happy.
“Sorry Todd, no flowers for you this time, but I can get you a drink if you like.” He smirked, looking over at Todd, while giving Emily a hug. “I’ve missed you both so much, what has been going around here while I was away anyway? “ There seemed to be a lot of new people around, he should probably talk to them later, but right now he really didn’t want to leave Emily’s embrace for a while.
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Post by Todd Thorne on Dec 29, 2010 23:30:23 GMT -8
Todd watched with great relief as the Hoff, Red and the lawyer finally left their group. Now he just had to keep an eye on blue boy here.
Kevin I don't care you didn't get me flowers, what the hell man how long are you going to cling to Em!
It wasn't until Emily finally released Kevin from her embrace did Todd see the situation for what it really was. It was clear from Emily's tone and mannerisms that she and Kevin had a more buddy-buddy relationship. They were friends and Kevin was gone a long time. She was just really excited that all. No need to kill poor Kevin, he didn't do anything wrong.
Breathe in breathe out
With his sudden rage gone Todd was finally able to give his friend a big grin. Feeling like himself again he wrapped an arm around Kevin's slim shoulders, laughed and said, "Hey man a drink is way better than flowers! Especially if I don't have to pay!"
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Post by Francis York Morgan on Dec 30, 2010 0:53:32 GMT -8
Life in a northern town He sat on the stony ground And he took a cigarette out And everyone else came down to listen He said in Winter 1963 It felt like the world would freeze With John F. Kennedy and the Beatles
Hey-oh, ma-ma-ma Life in a northern town All of the work shut down... -The Academy York's shoes crunched peanut shells as he entered the quaintly named SWERY65, a local bar brimming with cigarette smoke and atmosphere... And of course, locals, packed into every dark corner of the room, alternating between the quiet murmur of dinner conversation and the occasional loud, drunken proclamations of love, victory and political complaints. Feeling hidden by the shadows under the pool table area, he put two fingers to his temple and said: "Well, Zach. It's that magical period of time between too early and getting late, The Academy is on the jukebox, and there's people we know at that table over there. Care to help me take inventory?" <You can see Emily from across the room,> the voice in his head said softly. It wasn't necessary for Zach to speak up, even with the noise level the way it was. <I'd recognize those blond locks anywhere.> "I know, it's really funny. She's almost got the hair of a movie star. I wonder if it's natural? She certainly doesn't seem like the type to waste too much time on her appearance." He pointed. "And there's Intern Zabka with her... I don't recognize the other two. Why don't we go say hello?" The two strangers at Emily's table consisted of a young woman, also blond, wearing a purple hat and a Band-aid on her forehead. The second person, similarly purple-topped and probably male, looked even more cinematic than Emily's hair. York stopped and surveyed the foursome while tapping his collarbone in a thoughtful sort of way. He'd forgotten about his left arm, still in its sling, so the usually familiar motion now felt strange. "Emily, Todd," he greeted the police officers, before turning towards the others in turn. "And who are your friends?" Privately, there were a few things that had made him wonder almost immediately upon seeing the group up close. "Zach, if this were an upscale Manhattan nightclub- a literal nightclub, not some code word- I've have thought the colorful one with all the piercings was maybe a waiter or something. Here in Greenvale, though, it's plain to see by his familiarity with Emily that he's either a visiting friend from out of town or a Prodigal Son type... The woman, I'm not so sure of. That smile of hers doesn't seem quite present." <Perhaps she's just enjoying the music?> Zach suggested. As the evening turned to rain Watch the water run down the drain As we followed him down to the station And though he never would wave goodbye You could see it written in his eye As the train rolled out of sight, bye bye...
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Post by Tamika Weir on Dec 30, 2010 7:03:40 GMT -8
"Strawberry banana actually," she whispered back. Tamika got up from her chair and started to head over to an empty table in the corner when someone else stepped into the bar. "Oh you have got to be joking..." The newcomer was none other than FBI Special Agent Francis "call me York" Morgan. She did not really want to spend much time in the same building as him, but she did have to go over things with Atticus and Brad. So as she passed by York on the way to the empty table, she said politely "Hello York. Hope the nightlife hasn't given you much trouble." Then she continued on her way without stopping for his response.
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Dec 30, 2010 10:30:34 GMT -8
When York suddenly appeared it caught Emily by surprise.
"Oh Agent York!" She self consciously brushed back her hair and pulled at her sodden sweater a bit. Ugh why did she wear this frumpy sweater, it didn't help that it was damp from Todd's beer either.
"Wha-What a surprise! When did you get here? Er-Why don't you sit down and join us!" She grabbed his good arm and guided him to Atlas' empty seat between her and Todd.
How did he get here? Did someone from the department give him a ride? Who knew SWERY65 would become such a hot spot tonight. I guess I should assume I'm giving him a ride back to the hotel later?
She flashed the agent a smile, "You just missed Atlas! He had to go talk business with some people but he should be back soon! I'm sure he would love to hear another one of your um fascinating cases."
"You've already met Todd here but let me introduce you to my other friends." She gestured to Ash and said, "This here is Ashlin, we actually just met thanks to a small mishap with Todd's pint of beer this evening." She laughed a bit and continued, "And this guy with the awesome hair is my good friend Kevin! He's actually just returned to Greenvale after quite a long absence!"
"Ash and Kev, this here is FBI Special Agent Francis York Morgan. He's here to assist the Greenvale Sheriff Department in our current investigation."
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Post by Ashlin Thomas on Dec 30, 2010 13:41:20 GMT -8
Very suddenly the table had a great fewer people, and then suddenly another was appearing and really this game of musical chairs was making her head spin. She wondered if she'd be meeting everyone in Greenvale before the night was out. Tilting her head slightly to take a look at the newcomer (he seemed to be making Emily nervous but at the same time she was pulling him toward the table, very strange.) He was talking to someone though Ashlin couldn't see anyone. Who was she to judge though, when she frequently talked to Bo-Bo. Perhaps he found it as helpful as she did, talking to someone that everyone else said wasn't real. "Hello." she told him with a friendly smile, and a little wave. She'd heard worse things said about herself then that her smile was a little vacant, and he hadn't said it with malice (she'd learned to tell the difference years ago.) It likely was with how often she drifted of into daydreams. "I'm quite present at the moment, though I can't say I won't be distracted in the near future." Her comments were entirely pleasant of course, this was turning out to be a lovely evening after all.
"The case of that murdered woman? I read a bit about it in the paper, was it really so unusual that it would warrant attention from the FBI?" Ashlin's question was an odd mix of curiosity and sadness, she'd never really liked talking about things like death. She had always been under the impression that it took quite a lot to get the FBI to help on local cases. What exactly had happened to the poor woman to bring the FBI here?
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Post by Francis York Morgan on Dec 30, 2010 14:51:49 GMT -8
York tried to do a double take as Tamika made her way past him, more shocked that she was acting so demure than what she had actually said to him. There was precious little time for surprise, however, as Emily grabbed his arm and spun him into an empty chair as if they were partners on the dance floor. She was saying something about Atlas... Was he here? York nodded politely as Emily introduced Kevin and Ashlin, wondering who the lawyer could be meeting. He'd been hoping to grab Atlas after all the routine work earlier in the day had been sorted out, but he supposed tomorrow would be a better time. He still had that business card... Yes, Atlas could wait. For now, it was important that he devote some attention to proper introductions.
"Just call me York," he said, producing his badge and displaying it in a slow circle so that everyone at the table could see. "Everyone calls me that. It's very nice to meet you... Ashlin and Kevin."
He said the names as if he were cataloguing them away for future reference. Then Ashlin was speaking, her soft voice undercutting the brash loudmouths over by the pool table who couldn't seem to figure out whose turn it was. In his head, Zach was whirring fretfully like a gray moth.
<The one in the purple hat... She's more intuitive than you think.>
"What are you talking about, Zach? I think she's very nice. The sensitive sort."
<A little too sensitive in my opinion,> the voice sulked. <Are you even listening to me? Because she might be, if you aren't more careful!>
"I appreciate the interest, Ashlin," York said, smiling broadly. "Unfortunately, as inaccurate as the picture painted by the media may be, the truth is classified by my department. As Emily knows, the Bureau puts a lock-down on cases like these... So I'm afraid it may be a while until the reasons for my involvement are made available to the public. Maybe I'll publish a book after it's all over... But right now is downtime for me. Please don't think murder and mayhem is all I'm capable of talking about over dinner."
He looked around. "Speaking of which, have you all eaten already? I'm starving."
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Post by Todd Thorne on Dec 30, 2010 15:17:40 GMT -8
Now this was an addition to their group Todd could totally get behind! He was hoping to run into Mr. Cool FBI agent again!
"Hey York, sorry I don't have that autograph picture for you just yet. I'll bring it with me to work tomorrow, I promise! As for eating I'm actually famished myself, Em's left over potato chips didn't really quench my appetite."
With the lawyer gone and Kevin and York sitting here in his absence Todd was back to having a wonderful night. There was no way Em would be interested in a guy like Agent York, especially with his social skills...
"Tell you what dinner is on me guys, just let me know what you want!"
He saw Emily shaking her head and waving her arms behind York as if to say, "I would try and rethink that statement Todd..." Todd ignored her he knew she was just upset because she missed out on a free meal...He was sure he had enough cash to cover everyone! It was her loss for eating earlier!
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Post by Francis York Morgan on Dec 30, 2010 23:33:04 GMT -8
York was predictably delighted. "How kind of you, Todd! I assume you folk are used to eating large out here in the country? That's one aspect of city life I was never fond of: The more expensive the restaurant, the smaller the portions. The problem is especially bad in Paris, so I hear. And speaking of potato chips... You know, I was in an autopsy room all morning with this French doctor, and... Well, I'll tell you later. I should probably order first."
He quickly scanned a menu someone had handed him, which was really just a laminated piece of typewriter paper, then after half a minute raised his head and recited very clearly:
"I'll have a single order of cactus-cut fries with gravy on the side, two grilled cheese sandwiches, three pickle spears, a plate of nachos with all the fixings, a bowl of chili extra cheese, jalapeno poppers, Caesar salad with blue cheese dressing, a beef sandwich au jus, onion rings and a thing of liquid cheddar if they've got any. And a White Russian."
After he'd finished, York put the menu down and slid it sideways so it was perfectly perpendicular to the edge of the table. This action completed, he looked up at the others and gave a small shrug.
"I like to rehearse before the waiter gets here. It's so easy to trip over yourself when you're running on empty; I'm sure you're all familiar with the feeling. Oh, damn..." He snapped his fingers, eyes narrowed. "I forgot, I wanted the green olives on the nachos moved to a separate plate. Thanks for reminding me, Zach. I swear I haven't been this hungry since that stakeout outside the Wolfman's house last year..."
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Dec 31, 2010 11:30:57 GMT -8
Todd had shot Emily a look of helplessness after York's 'practice order'. She gave he a smirk and a shrug. It's not like she didn't try an warn him. She had seen first hand just how much the agent could pack away, it was Todd's fault for ignoring her dramatic head shaking and hand waving.
Truthfully she wonder how the man had the appetite of two people no three people even. He seemed to be such a connoisseur as well! With such taste a stomach like a steel trap she bet he would be eager and excited to try all her culinary attempts!
She grinned, she really liked that idea! No one wanted to try her cooking anymore around the station, except Thomas. She will have to bring in her brownies for York to try tomorrow. Sure they didn't look exactly like the picture in the cookbook and she may have skipped a few ingredients but she was sure they were still very good! Some types of brownies were meant to be a little salty right?
"Wow Agent York I have to say, it must have been a challenge to keep you fed when you were younger! I'm sure your poor mother had to go shopping at least three times a week to keep up with your appetite!"
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Post by Mister Stewart on Dec 31, 2010 19:25:24 GMT -8
At that moment, someone else entered the bar; someone quite...unexpected.
Straight-backed as always, still wearing his white suit...was Michael Tillotson himself, his expression displaying every inch of the days exhaustion. The rings under his eyes were dark, his face pale and drawn...and his eyes themselves rather pointedly tried not to meet with anyone. It had been a very, very long day, and...he thought that, for once, he would indulge a little.
Reaching the bar, he leaned against it, his voice low. He almost looked guilty for being here - Mister Stewart was nowhere in sight.
"A Gladiator, if it isn't too much trouble...in point of fact...make that a double." His order made, he stared down at the counter, hoping he wouldn't re recognized.....
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