[[Earthquake]] [[Scene: Something Blond and Irritating Enters Franziska's Office...]]
[[takes place Monday, July 14th]]
Franziska: *Franziska sits at her desk, a fairly large stack of files next to her. Her movements are quick and tense as she looks through them, occasionally writing notes... and every few seconds she checks her computer, looking for any remaining news about the prison break.*
Klavier: *the sound of heavy, lazy footsteps sounds down the hall from Franziska. A quick knock comes at the door to the woman's office and without even waiting for permission, Klavier Gavin steps into Franziska's office.*
Klavier: Hey, Fräulein, got a minute? *he brushes his hair out of his face, looking over to her*
Franziska: *She looks up with a frown-- she realizes, of course, that she needs to communicate with Klavier, since the two of them are essentially the only prosecutors working at the moment, but she has far too much work to be disturbed. She sighs, picking up another file.* Not for something unimportant, Mr. Gavin.
Klavier: Great. *Klavier pulls out a file from under his arm and approaches Franziska's desk, holding it out to her* I will trade you a looting for... Hm, you have anything interesting? *he reaches for Franziska's pile of cases to start rummaging through them*
Franziska: *Almost without looking, she takes her whip and snaps it at him.* This is not some kind of children's card game, Mr. Gavin-- if you are displeased with your workload, you will simply have to live with it.
Klavier: *Klavier jumps back when the woman cracks her whip, looking quite awake now* Come now, Fräulein -- I have a stack of looters to deal with already, one more and I'm bound to mix something up if I take any more of them... *he frowns* And then I will mess up and you will have to fix it anyways, this is a... preventive measure, ja?
Franziska: If you make any kind of mistake... *She types quickly on the computer before writing a few more notes.* ...you will be the one to blame. I have my own issues to deal with at the moment.
Klavier: *Klavier's face turns serious, sympathy in his eyes* I know you are dealing with a lot, Fräulein... *he puts the folder back under his arm* I saw on the news what happened to your brother and... I heard about what happened to Fräulein Andrews too... *he relaxes his pose a little* I actually came here to scoop a few cases off your hands since you already have enough to deal with, ja?
Franziska: ... *That takes her by surprise-- she puts down her pen and looks up at him seriously.* Thank you, but I am capable of handling it. ...You have your own work to deal with as well.
Klavier: *Klavier shrugs a bit* I can take an extra case or two, Fräulein... are you sure you can handle it?
Franziska: Quite sure. *She's not ready to be accepting charity from people-- least of all Klavier Gavin-- however she may need it. And she doesn't, she tells herself.* Thank you for offering, however.
Klavier: *Klavier nods and reaches into his back pocket. He pulls out a bag of mini Goldbears and places it on Franziska's desk* Try and relax a bit, Fräulein. Stressing out is not going to help anyone.
Franziska: *She was about to reach towards another file, but stops as Klavier places the bag on her desk.* ...And what is this?
Klavier: *Klavier offers the woman a friendly smile, speaking in German* Kids and grown-ups love it so, the happy world of Haribo.
Franziska: *She's heard the slogan as a child, several times, and for a moment she feels almost... nostalgic; but she nudges the bears away.* As I said, I do not have the time for games... or trivialities. Take these back to your office.
Klavier: *Klavier nudges the bag closer to Franziska, still smiling and returning to speaking in English* Alright... I will be heading back to my office then. You take care, ja? *he turns and heads quickly out the door, before she can try and call him back to retrieve his candy*
Franziska: You-- *she begins as she watches him go, though she knows he'd be far out of earshot by the time she said anything-- she almost considers going after him and dropping the bag back on his desk, but decides against it. ...As she turns back to the computer, glancing for any news about the escapees, she slowly makes a small rip at the top of the bag, taking out a single gummibear and popping it into her mouth. It's delicious.*
Franziska: *Franziska sits at her desk, a fairly large stack of files next to her. Her movements are quick and tense as she looks through them, occasionally writing notes... and every few seconds she checks her computer, looking for any remaining news about the prison break.*
Klavier: *the sound of heavy, lazy footsteps sounds down the hall from Franziska. A quick knock comes at the door to the woman's office and without even waiting for permission, Klavier Gavin steps into Franziska's office.*
Klavier: Hey, Fräulein, got a minute? *he brushes his hair out of his face, looking over to her*
Franziska: *She looks up with a frown-- she realizes, of course, that she needs to communicate with Klavier, since the two of them are essentially the only prosecutors working at the moment, but she has far too much work to be disturbed. She sighs, picking up another file.* Not for something unimportant, Mr. Gavin.
Klavier: Great. *Klavier pulls out a file from under his arm and approaches Franziska's desk, holding it out to her* I will trade you a looting for... Hm, you have anything interesting? *he reaches for Franziska's pile of cases to start rummaging through them*
Franziska: *Almost without looking, she takes her whip and snaps it at him.* This is not some kind of children's card game, Mr. Gavin-- if you are displeased with your workload, you will simply have to live with it.
Klavier: *Klavier jumps back when the woman cracks her whip, looking quite awake now* Come now, Fräulein -- I have a stack of looters to deal with already, one more and I'm bound to mix something up if I take any more of them... *he frowns* And then I will mess up and you will have to fix it anyways, this is a... preventive measure, ja?
Franziska: If you make any kind of mistake... *She types quickly on the computer before writing a few more notes.* ...you will be the one to blame. I have my own issues to deal with at the moment.
Klavier: *Klavier's face turns serious, sympathy in his eyes* I know you are dealing with a lot, Fräulein... *he puts the folder back under his arm* I saw on the news what happened to your brother and... I heard about what happened to Fräulein Andrews too... *he relaxes his pose a little* I actually came here to scoop a few cases off your hands since you already have enough to deal with, ja?
Franziska: ... *That takes her by surprise-- she puts down her pen and looks up at him seriously.* Thank you, but I am capable of handling it. ...You have your own work to deal with as well.
Klavier: *Klavier shrugs a bit* I can take an extra case or two, Fräulein... are you sure you can handle it?
Franziska: Quite sure. *She's not ready to be accepting charity from people-- least of all Klavier Gavin-- however she may need it. And she doesn't, she tells herself.* Thank you for offering, however.
Klavier: *Klavier nods and reaches into his back pocket. He pulls out a bag of mini Goldbears and places it on Franziska's desk* Try and relax a bit, Fräulein. Stressing out is not going to help anyone.
Franziska: *She was about to reach towards another file, but stops as Klavier places the bag on her desk.* ...And what is this?
Klavier: *Klavier offers the woman a friendly smile, speaking in German* Kids and grown-ups love it so, the happy world of Haribo.
Franziska: *She's heard the slogan as a child, several times, and for a moment she feels almost... nostalgic; but she nudges the bears away.* As I said, I do not have the time for games... or trivialities. Take these back to your office.
Klavier: *Klavier nudges the bag closer to Franziska, still smiling and returning to speaking in English* Alright... I will be heading back to my office then. You take care, ja? *he turns and heads quickly out the door, before she can try and call him back to retrieve his candy*
Franziska: You-- *she begins as she watches him go, though she knows he'd be far out of earshot by the time she said anything-- she almost considers going after him and dropping the bag back on his desk, but decides against it. ...As she turns back to the computer, glancing for any news about the escapees, she slowly makes a small rip at the top of the bag, taking out a single gummibear and popping it into her mouth. It's delicious.*