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 Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 1:07 pm
Not at all a trouble maker - that boy is the picture of responsibility. That is of course because he thinks if he behaves we'll ask him for help on another job. Which we might have to do for this one as we're short handed...
*Notices Jeff's face and furrows her brow.*
Huh? What is wrong?
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 1:23 pm
What-
*Blinks in mindclearingness and smiles*
Nothing really...
*Looks back down at the file with amusement and mockery.*
It's just...these people. I mean, Paranoia much? Come on. These two kids are probably madly in love, and this dude's father is like, "Oh no," le gasp-
*Makes a silly face and puts his hand over his mouth*
If my son gets married, there'll be more money I have to share...Oh Woe... I better make sure I share as a last resort! Blah, blah...
*Sits back in his chair after he flips the file shut. Spins three times, the catches the desk with his hand.*
But yeah, I'm in. This could totally be super fun. Plus...i'm running low, too. Company last night was not cheap 3nodding
But anywaaays, where's our little Architect? I miss my snuggle budd whee
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 1:37 pm
*Stops leaning on the desk and paces the room, hands in her lab coat pockets.*
I agree - it isn't a very nice case, but most of our jobs aren't nice. We break into peoples minds for a living after all.
*Stops in front of Jeff and raises a eye brow at his comment about paying for company. Takes her glasses off and cleans them with the edge of her shirt.*
Company last night...?
*Stops cleaning her glasses and looks at Jeff's enthusiastic face, which causes her to give off a small grin.*
Whatever, "dude"; your money is your money. But, uh, I haven't actually tried calling Oly yet. You can give it a go if you'd like. She might be doing some odd job if she doesn't answer and she might have dropped her phone into the dingo pit at the zoo. Again.
*Puts her glasses back on and swipes the folder from him, sitting down at her desk and crossing her legs. Flips through the pages again.*
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 3:22 am
*looks at the half eaten box; contemplating*
Hm...you think I should...?
*Looks imporingly up at Vera, an expression of wonder. Then starts rambling.*
But i mean... these donuts could be sitting here for daaays-you know how she is-right? She could be in Costa Rica...Japan... And these donuts will have only but the company of each other, never knowing what the inside of my tummy looks like...
*pouts in a forlorn sort of way; unknowing what to do while he curls up, and starts to squiggle his finger in the cream and jelly filling that fell on his knees.*
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 11:10 am
*Lifts her head up to look over at Jeff and faintly smiles. Looks back down at the paper work.*
Do whatever you want to do ...
*Becomes immersed in re-reading the packet front to back.*
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 2:45 pm
that...is... not what you're supposed to say, Vera! You're like the mommy of the group. The High Comander! You're supposed to say...
*clears throat, sits up in his seat, crosses his legs. Puts his hands in his lap.*
"Don't eat all those, Jeff. You'll get sick. Besides, if Oly finds out you didn't save her any she'll strangle you"
*relaxes into his seat, and back into his pout*
something to that effect! even though everyone knows your not supposed to feed her sugar! it's...like... against the law, Man. Ugh. You disgust me...
*stands up from the swivel chair in a huff, but when it doesn't spin as he planned-to make a dramatic exit-he takes the back of it and spins it himself before stomping over to his own desk. Fixing her with a glare, before opening his lap top and taking a twizzler out of his drawer, taking an angry bite out of it.*
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 4:46 pm
Drama queen later, start pointman-ing now.
*Waves folder at him.*
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 5:32 pm
*looks at file beside his computer before typing away.*
...for Realsies, Ladyface-already waaay ahead of you. For example-Question: this isn't an open 'ship, right? She's just a putain.
*Jeff giggled, and continued looking up the targets' history with a raised eyebrow*
You know... I mean, back in the day. Now she's like the perfect respectable woman.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 6:30 pm
A well known mob boss' daughter was a prostitute? That is really weird... Keep digging, the more information the better. I have no idea what type of dream landscape this will require.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 10:04 pm
not a prostitute, silly. 'Whore' is just always funner to say in French. Like, if youre angry-use German, if youre conversing about Corner Associates and the like...
*Stuffs a twizzler in his mouth, followed by another as he continues to type. Swallows, then leans back in his chair.*
Then use the language of looove...!
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 8:22 pm
*Raises a eyebrow at Jeff then grabs her phone. Dials Oly and leaves a message.*
Oly! Get here, we've got work to do.
*Hangs up and rubs the bridge of her nose.*
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 3:40 am
*Swirls in his chair as he sits indian-style with a large cheshire grin on his face*
My insaaanity is driving you bananas, isn't it?
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 10:21 pm
You would think I'd get use to it...
*Gets up and goes back over to her lab set up.*
My job this time around is very easy, all we need is a basic compound that I should have ready by the end of the night.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 3:47 pm
and my job is to seem like i'm not actually doing any work at all, and answer questions-rhetorically or otherwise. To be mysterious, as i route through my drawer of inappropriate starches, because every mastermind should have one.
*pops another twizzler in his mouth as he types, a tight lipped grin secure on his face.*
and then...when nobody's watching-
*he murmurs, conspiratorally while mimicking a Scooby Doo character trying to be kept in an unseen like movements toward the warehouse door...*
-conveniently sneek away in a mysterious manner...
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