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Post by Tsughi on Feb 22, 2012 17:30:38 GMT -8
"It is," He agreed. "And it could be more but we won't figure that like this, will we?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 22, 2012 17:35:31 GMT -8
Sonya suddenly pushed at Russell again, slipping from where he had been pressed against the counter and not turning back around until he was in the safety of the living room. "What do you want from me?" he snapped. "Why are you following me around and why are you trying to do... do this with me? What could I possibly offer you?"
((I love how one typo in html screws up the entire post...))
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Post by Tsughi on Feb 22, 2012 17:40:18 GMT -8
For a split second Russell considered telling him the truth. A very split second. He walked carefully so he was once again stepping in the threshold between the two rooms. "Other than the blatantly obvious?" He asked. "A little time to wear away loneliness."
It was kinda- okay it wasn't really true at all.
((Right?))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 22, 2012 17:50:42 GMT -8
"Get out," Sonya said, pointing toward the door and posture rigid. "Just go."
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Post by Tsughi on Feb 22, 2012 18:08:27 GMT -8
Russell pursed his lips as he stood still for a moment. He paused to really consider the situation before finally deciding. "Fine," He said quietly, his voice unnaturally nuetral and almost flat. Without further hesitation Russell made for the door and even went so far to open the door before pausing again. He looked over at the kitchen doorway and swore under his breath in a long string of inaudible French words. Leaving the exit, he went into the kitchen to come back out a moment later with his hat in hand.
Placing it on top of his head, he made a beeline for the door. On his way out he didn't look back once. "Keep the coffee," He said as the door shut behind him.
((Exit Russell))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 22, 2012 19:37:19 GMT -8
Moving back across the room, Sonya swept the coffee packet into the trash and paused for a moment as if he regretted the movement. Shaking his head, he walked back into the living room, stopping in front of the bookcase he had. His only real luxury was the deluxe folio editions on it and for several long moments he considered the shelves. Honestly, he was trying to get his mind to settle on anything that was not Russell. He nearly fell over when the phone rang, rushing over to it for the distraction it could afford him. "Vlask," he said, cradling the phone to his ear.
"Hey, Commish," a voice said on the other end and he recognized the sounds of one of his officers. "You said you wanted an update on that murder down at the docks, found yesterday?"
"Yes," he said, and felt guilty for being relieved at the prospect of a murder case.
"Well, we found a possible witness and you implied you wanted to be kept appraised."
"No rest for the wicked, hm?" Sonya murmured.
"'pparently not," the other end of the line agreed.
"I'll be in shortly," Sonya said, handing up the phone and picking up his hat and coat again, glancing around the hallway briefly before heading down the stairs and out the building.
[THREAD END]
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