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Day 44 - A helping hand....

Feb 27, 2011 23:30

Who: Mary Lightly, OPEN
When: Day 44, Mid-Afternoon
Where: 123 Black-Eyed Susan Drive
What: Mary has offered to help with the food shortage as best he can - in return, perhaps, for some unwanted tins of sardines and a little help with the leak in the basement.
Rating: PG, PG-13 if people get mouthy.

( It made sense. )

ethan mars, gavril ivanovich, tim/masky, mary lightly, alfred ashford

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timisnotme March 1 2011, 11:34:47 UTC

Tim had no idea where Black Eyed Susan Drive was, but fortunately the town wasn't all that big so after a bit of searching he was able to find the right address. He had taken the precaution of emptying his pockets before meeting someone new on the off chance his other half had decided to store more organs in there or dirt or snow or who knows what else. Other than some scungy napkin thing he had escaped this time without any random new junk.

Then with pockets bursting with cans of sardines he knocked on Mary's door. This guy was more than strange, but beer was beer. And he didn't want to have to fight Hyde for the last one.

yesthatsmyname March 1 2011, 20:15:13 UTC

...And then the door swung open, and that very strange fellow from on the phone stood behind it, staring blankly at Tim. One hand rested at his side, but the other - presumably the one that had been at his side - was still held up, his hand limply dangling from his wrist.

His voice was quieter in person.

"...Very prompt. Hello." He stepped back to allow Tim inside, finally dropping his other hand.

"Come in for a minute. The rain is nasty out there."

timisnotme March 1 2011, 21:44:42 UTC

Riiiiiight. Okay. Well if he could deal with Hyde he could deal with this. He shrugged and stepped into the house. They really all were set up identically. Except for the fact that this guy could survive a nuclear holocaust with the amount of sardines and canned food on his counters. Oh right, the reason he was there. He pulled out the five cans of sardines and offered them to Mary.

"Here you go. All we had was five cans, and none of us eat these so have at 'em."

yesthatsmyname March 2 2011, 09:51:14 UTC

Mary liked canned foods. They kept for long periods of time, they were self-contained, and they were convenient in case of emergencies. Also, he simply found sardines tasty. He happily accepted the cans, placing them with the others he had so far amassed on the counter. He then wandered over to the fridge, pulling out the pack of Hmoey Beer and carrying it over.

"Thank you very much - here is the beer. I haven't touched any of them. I don't care to drink very often." He held it out by the handle, looking altogether sort of...awkward.

"...I don't think I caught your name."

timisnotme March 2 2011, 09:58:39 UTC

"Tim. And you are...?" He took the beer gratefully. Awesome. One less fight he was going to have with Hyde whenever he decided to show up again. Eying Mary's shirt he noted the blood around the collar.

"You okay there?"

yesthatsmyname March 2 2011, 10:17:19 UTC

"Mary Lightly. Just Mary is fine."

He didn't really mind the way that Tim eyed the blood - he knew it was rather obvious. But then Tim's jacket still had some suspect stains on it too. When he answered the question, his voice remained that strange, level monotone, his blue eyes intense behind his glasses.

"I'm fine now. It was healed for me shortly after arriving."

timisnotme March 2 2011, 10:21:20 UTC

"Ah. Sucks. Sorry. Guess you're new here too? There's apparently stores and shit, but they're all closed. I guess because of the snow?"

This guy didn't seem to be all there. Very quiet and monotone, the kind of person you see them talking about on court tv with the sub title: He was a quiet guy, kept to himself, no one expected he had 86 heads in his freezer.

But he seemed harmless enough. For now.

Wait.

Did he say his name was Mary?

yesthatsmyname March 2 2011, 10:32:03 UTC

It really wasn't clear whether Mary actually knew how creepy he came across, or whether he had simply stopped caring. One didn't track serial killers as long as he did without winding up a little bit off...he actually thought he was quite sane, all things considered.

He shrugged a little, tilting his head a little to one side in a contemplative fashion as he spoke.

"I am. I just arrived yesterday. I heard that there were stores, and I was provided with a credit card, but...I haven't gotten out into the town yet, really."

timisnotme March 2 2011, 10:39:32 UTC

"Well it's all snow and ice and slush out there. I haven't explored that much either."

Though he was fairly certain his other half had been wandering around, just judging from how soaked he was when he woke up, and the weird cuts and splinters on his hands.

He couldn't think of a good way to put this, so he was slightly embarrassed looking as he asked, "Your name is really Mary?"

yesthatsmyname March 2 2011, 10:48:01 UTC

Oh, HERE WE GO AGAIN. His expression, if possible, became even MORE stale than it had been, his voice flattening like a pancake under a steamroller. He had had this conversation many, many times, and he would continue to have this conversation as long as he lived. But dammit, he LIKED his name. It was a matter of pride, really.

"...Yes," he hissed in a low sigh, "My name is Mary."

timisnotme March 2 2011, 10:52:57 UTC

He shrugged. "Just checking."

He was torn between just taking the beer and leaving, or continuing the conversation further. He didn't want to come off as a dick so he opted for the later.

"So... Where you from before getting dragged to this snow drenched hell hole?"

yesthatsmyname March 2 2011, 11:09:31 UTC

Mary welcomed the change in conversation - he didn't really feel he had anything to hide, so he wasn't shy about questions like these. Besides, being more forthcoming about oneself usually led to the other party feeling obligated to speak a little more as well.

"California. I'm a criminal psychologist and lead profiler for the Serial Murderer and Kidnapping Task Force affiliated with the Santa Barbara PD. In particular the Yin-Yang Killings." He paused for a moment, considering this, then added....

"...At least, I was. Then I was a victim. And then I was here."

timisnotme March 2 2011, 11:14:02 UTC

"Serial Murder Task Force?" That wasn't a comforting thought at all. Was he being profiled right now while they spoke? This was .. suddenly not the greatest situation to be in. Okay now he was nervous, dammit Mary would probably notice the nervousness. What should he do? He glanced around for inspiration, and when none came to him decided it might be best to just change the subject.

"Oh.. That uh... that sucks. California though? That's cool. Must be nice. I'm from Alabama."

yesthatsmyname March 2 2011, 11:23:42 UTC

Oh, yes. Mary DID notice the nervousness. He also noticed the way that Tim seemed all too ready to change the subject. He didn't call the other man on it - of course he didn't, that would be out of line at this moment - but he DID pull from his pocket a small notepad and a pen, scratching something down on it as he responded.

"It was nice. Busy. Lots of people, and lots of crime. Also a lot of seagulls. Stole my lunch a few times."

He didn't look at Tim as he said any of this, busily writing something down as he stood there.

timisnotme March 2 2011, 11:26:32 UTC

Oh god. What was he doing?

What was he doing?

"Dude. What the hell are you writing?" Okay, so deciding to politely continue the conversation hadn't been the best idea. Tim decided to try and inch his way back towards the door and make a hasty retreat and the next convenient moment.

yesthatsmyname March 2 2011, 11:36:50 UTC

Well, there was no reason to lie. He finally finished what he was writing and tucked it away, turning his strangely powerful gaze and dead monotone back fully towards Tim. Sure, he had a girly name and looked pretty frail, but there were definitely a lot of very powerful gears turning in that head of his.

"Notes," he said simply, nonplussed by Tim's sudden panic. In fact, he seemed almost...intrigued. Knowing. "Just notes. I just got here, and there's a lot to know and remember. I take notes to keep it all straight. For my personal use."

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