6 and I cheated and I don't care. I hope you're ready for this.wristsniperJune 1 2011, 06:47:50 UTC
[She walks into the office looking every bit like the flame that dances on the end of that lighter she's shoving back into her handbag, hair pinned up, cigarette drooping from her lips.
She's not your average woman, you can tell that right away, and she's not going to give you any information other than the envelope that's peeking out of the front of her jacket.]
YOU GOT IT! I memeship them so hard.wristsniperJune 1 2011, 07:09:40 UTC
[She pulls the envelope out and holds it dangerously close to her lit cigarette. This pushes her sleeve up just a bit, and he should be able to see the expensive watch she's wearing. This woman is made of money.]
A kid. Shouldn't be that hard, I just don't have the luxury of being able to dig in. I'll pay extra for you keeping your trap shut, too.
[Made of money indeed. Attractive, too. Edward reaches out across his desk, taking the envelope in hand and rifling through its contents briefly before setting it down in front of him. He then rises to his feet, gesturing to the seat in front of his desk.]
Have a seat.
[He then crosses to a bottle of scotch that he keeps atop a nearby bookshelf.]
Someday we should AU them into infinity. XDwristsniperJune 1 2011, 08:18:02 UTC
Armstrong.
[Her voice is low, gravelly, the sound of someone who spends their time doing everything but sleeping; there's a sharpness, an acuity that she seems to exude that intimidates most men, however.
But she nods to accept the drink, taking a seat and putting her handbag on the desk. It's empty, save for a lighter, a tube of lipstick, and a cigarette case, and it's clear she doesn't carry one very often.
She never crosses her legs, preferring to keep her feet where they can easily be moved, and she can quickly get up and flee if necessary. There's nothing about her posture that doesn't say that she's on edge, as casual as she sounds. This is a business transaction, alcohol or not.
4; saw an awesome detective and couldn't resistidiotwagonJune 1 2011, 13:53:20 UTC
[Spades Slick doesn't have any questions. What he has is an Occam's razor with Edward Nigma, Private Eye's name written all over it.
Simplest solution to a real pain in the ass. This sleuth's been sticking is nose where it doesn't belong for too damn long now, and tonight, Slick's tired of it. The rest of the Crew's back at base, but he doesn't need 'em for this. The day he can't deal with some snoopy motherfucker himself is the day they can put him in the ground. Someone's gotten way too cocky, and Slick is more than happy to cut him down to size.
He kicks in the door. Not an unusual way to enter a room, for him. There's no weapons in his hands yet, but that's always liable to change real fast. He narrows his eyes at the man behind the desk.]
He has the answers.
Step on into the cozy little office of one Edward Nigma, Private Eye.]
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She's not your average woman, you can tell that right away, and she's not going to give you any information other than the envelope that's peeking out of the front of her jacket.]
How much do you charge for missing persons?
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Depends.
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A kid. Shouldn't be that hard, I just don't have the luxury of being able to dig in. I'll pay extra for you keeping your trap shut, too.
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Have a seat.
[He then crosses to a bottle of scotch that he keeps atop a nearby bookshelf.]
Can I offer you a drink, Miss...?
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[Her voice is low, gravelly, the sound of someone who spends their time doing everything but sleeping; there's a sharpness, an acuity that she seems to exude that intimidates most men, however.
But she nods to accept the drink, taking a seat and putting her handbag on the desk. It's empty, save for a lighter, a tube of lipstick, and a cigarette case, and it's clear she doesn't carry one very often.
She never crosses her legs, preferring to keep her feet where they can easily be moved, and she can quickly get up and flee if necessary. There's nothing about her posture that doesn't say that she's on edge, as casual as she sounds. This is a business transaction, alcohol or not.
Her eyes never leave the detective's face.]
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Simplest solution to a real pain in the ass. This sleuth's been sticking is nose where it doesn't belong for too damn long now, and tonight, Slick's tired of it. The rest of the Crew's back at base, but he doesn't need 'em for this. The day he can't deal with some snoopy motherfucker himself is the day they can put him in the ground. Someone's gotten way too cocky, and Slick is more than happy to cut him down to size.
He kicks in the door. Not an unusual way to enter a room, for him. There's no weapons in his hands yet, but that's always liable to change real fast. He narrows his eyes at the man behind the desk.]
nigma
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It's been quite some time, Edward.
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