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Sep 17, 2006 21:47

Sand. I'm lying on sand and I don't know why. Wait. Jayne hit me. After what I tried to do to Buffy, I can't believe he let me live, but here I am ( Read more... )

plot: opposite plot, cameron watanabe

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andrejkoscuisko September 18 2006, 19:25:19 UTC
Andrej was leaving the compound for his morning laps when he saw Faramir. He was uncomfortable; his thoughts during their hunting trip some time past were grossly improper. And alluring.

"Good greeting," he said anyway. "It has been some while. How do you go?"

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faramir_hurin September 18 2006, 19:31:31 UTC
I should not be surprised to see Dr. Kosciusko in the laboratory--he must be in it often. I simply wish he wasn't here right now. If only this office were somewhere else, somewhere no one would see me. But impractical--the island police needed to be somewhere easily accessed.

"It has been a long while. And I have some business with the island police, doctor." At least it is Dr. Kosciusko--he is always polite and will surely understand that I'm in no mood for speaking. "You look as though you were about to go out."

He is not dressed as he usually is, but possibly to exercise. Has he weapons?

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andrejkoscuisko September 18 2006, 19:51:27 UTC
"Indeed. I run laps each morning along the beach."

Andrej was surprised to hear about business with the island police. They had not been especially helpful to Andrej. He did not understand their methods at all. He was curious but he had no reason to query the man. So he simply delayed leaving in the hope the man would say more.

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faramir_hurin September 18 2006, 19:59:22 UTC
"I have seen many people running but did not know that you were one of them." Every morning? But I don't recall seeing him.

"I do not think I have ever expressed to you my appreciation for all you have done for Marv, all of the effort you put into helping him. There are many of us who are grateful to you for that."

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green_watanabe September 18 2006, 20:38:07 UTC
Having successfully avoided most of the madness that was the weekend, Cam was fairly confident that everything would be set to rights once Monday morning rolled around.

But when Faramir arrived at the door to the IPD offices, Cam knew something had to be wrong. No one ever showed up during his shifts. "Hey," he greeted, standing up from the desk. "Are you okay? Can I help you with something?"

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faramir_hurin September 18 2006, 23:38:06 UTC
There are so many in the island police now that I was hoping that I might find one of them that I did not know here. I do not know Cam well, but we've met. No help for it because he is here.

"I am not okay and yes, there is something that you can help with although I am not exactly sure how." A lifetime of speaking with a wrathful Lord Denethor makes my voice sound so much steadier than I feel.

"While we do not have laws here, there are some things that must surely always be considered wrong anywhere. I have done a number of such things over the past two days, done several people great wrong. One of them may yet be lost and injured. I looked for him briefly in the caves but could not find him. If Constable Fraser or one of the Starks with their wolves could look they would find him with little effort, I'm sure."

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green_watanabe September 19 2006, 04:20:43 UTC
Cam frowned as he tried to figure out exactly what Faramir was saying. He was being rather vague, which made it difficult for Cam to properly react. "Well, how about you just sit down for a second while I radio Constable Fraser." Keeping one eye on Faramir, he took up the two-way radio from his desk and spoke into it. "Constable Fraser, please come in. It's Cam Watanabe in the office."

He paused, waiting for the Constable to respond, and looked to Faramir again, deciding to ask the most pertinent questions first. "Who exactly is missing? And what happened to him? When was the last time you saw him?"

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faramir_hurin September 19 2006, 04:29:36 UTC
I nod--I will sit. But before I do, I remove the small dagger from my belt and the swordbelt entirely, setting both on the desk. I then sit down.

"Jack Harkness is missing. I last saw him Sunday morning, though I know not how early. He was not there when I returned--it was after midnight but I don't know how long after because I was unconscious." I stop a moment, trying to organise what is most important. "He may well be lost in the caves--he does not know them and I couldn't find him. There are too many trails still from all the people there during the storm."

And, importantly...

"He is injured. Badly."

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