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| RiddleMeThis396 | Mar 28 2012, 02:13 AM Post #351 |
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Keira watched as the cop car pulled away, lights a blazing. She rolled her eyes, filing into work not much later. She loved morning shifts. It was mainly grandparents with their grandkids. Plus, she always had a good handfull of drawings to bring home with her from her regulars. What could she say? She was a rock star with kids.... Damien finally looked normal after a long shower and a fresh set of clothes. He flipped Claire's card around in his hand. Aeryn would kill him but he needed answers. With a deep breath he dialed the number and put the phone to his ear as it rang. What was he doing calling a reporter..... |
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| mallyapple19 | Mar 28 2012, 02:25 AM Post #352 |
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Officer James had taken Aeryn outside of her apartment, into the hallway and was writing down everything she said. However, Aeryn, if she looked to the side would have had half a view of her apartment and a view of Adam, his back to her, squatting down. Inside, Adam was still bent down over the boot prints. He pulled off the half-fingered glove of his left hand...and rolled the sleeve of his uniform up. Unfortunately, from this angle...Aeryn couldn't his arm or what he was doing with it. All she could see was his body go rigid for a moment....then a minute later, he was standing and rolling his sleeve back down, replacing the glove. He walked out into the hallway, slipping past Aeryn. Despite the frigid coldness of her apartment, a line of sweat had beaded on Adam's forehead...and his left hand was clenched in a fist tight enough to turn his knuckles white. When he spoke, however, nothing was betrayed; he sounded just as asshole-ish as ever. "That's all we'll need. Unless there's anything else we need to know." He flicked his eyes to her. They were gray....cold, like steel or iron. "Do you have any crazy ex boyfriends or lovers that would do this to scare you." Claire jumped as her cell phone began to vibrate and buzz on the desk of her cubicle. Despite her recent successes as a reporter, thanks to Adam, she still lived in a cubicle like hundreds of others. She reached out and grabbed it up, answering with a cheery tone of voice. "This is Claire." |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Mar 28 2012, 02:33 AM Post #353 |
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Damien took a breath, "Hey it's Damien...have a moment to talk?" he asked as he walked out onto the small balcony and dug a cig out. There was a faint click as he lit it, taking a long drag as he waited. |
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| mallyapple19 | Mar 28 2012, 02:37 AM Post #354 |
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Claire paused, pondering the name for only a few seconds before she recognized the voice. "Oh, Damien...yeah, of course." She balanced the cell phone on her shoulder as she started organizing her most recent print out of the shooting story. "What can I do for you?" |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Mar 28 2012, 02:45 AM Post #355 |
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Damien let out a low rather husky chuckle, "Guess you'd be the better one to answer them since you shoved your card into my hand. I won't out you over the phone, but we need to talk." his voice turned serious, he may not have gotten a read on Adam, but he'd been able to get a read on her. "Any idea when that will happen without your boy toy?" |
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| mallyapple19 | Mar 28 2012, 02:53 AM Post #356 |
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Claire rolled her eyes at the name, "Please refrain from judging." She didn't sound worried, or even nervous. "How about today, if it so pleases you. My lunch hour is from 12 to 1:30 and I always take it at Sandy's Cafe, down on the beach. You know the LA Times building? It's not far...a couple blocks. If you're there, you're there." She looked over at her computer as it blinged at her. "Thanks for the call, Damien." |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Mar 28 2012, 03:03 AM Post #357 |
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Damien rolled his eyes, "Aye aye captain." he snapped his phone shut and chucked it back onto the desk. He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh as he took another long drag. "Shea what the fuck are you doing...." |
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| mallyapple19 | Mar 28 2012, 03:12 AM Post #358 |
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Claire hung up the phone and set it down, turning to type an email, but her fingers were too jittery. She glanced at the clock....only an hour until noon. Was she going to regret this...? After her semi-reconciliation with Keira last night...it barely seemed worth it to have to talk to this man. All they did was demand answers that they didn't rightly deserve...at least not yet. She took a deep breath and turned to her emails, typing furiously as she struggled to meet her deadline before lunch. She had a feeling she might be taking an extended one if the need arose... |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Mar 28 2012, 03:32 AM Post #359 |
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Damien got ready, throwing on jeans, a dark blue t-shirt, and a white button down which he left open. Pack of cigarettes in one pocket, wallet in the other. He flipped his fedora onto his head and with key and phone in hand he headed out. Kiera I'm heading over to the docks. Meeting Claire. Why? Shit if i have a clue. If- If I don't hear from you within two hours Im calling in the cavilery. I may have made it amicable last night but I don't trust her overly much.... Heard that loud and clear.... Damien? Yeah? Please just be safe. I'd rather be on the run than lose my brother. |
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| never_fade_away | Mar 28 2012, 03:45 AM Post #360 |
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Aeryn just bnarely paid attention to officer asshole's partner. Most of her attention was on Adam in her apartment. What was he doing? She couldn't figure it out, however. When he came out she frowned. "No I don't." She informed Adamm asshe looked up at him with cold gray eyes. |
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