[Atop a pile of paperwork left for Raivis to file, there is another piece of paper stuffed in the center of the stack, though it should not be there]
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[Action + Text] Like a ghost, I'll haunt your conscience...man_nav_naudasNovember 9 2010, 03:09:00 UTC
Of course Raivis is going to find it. Find it and stare at it and analyze every tiny bold black letter of print until he's able to stop himself from repeatedly almost stuffing it through the paper shredder with gusto.
He's already had more than he can handle at an awkward luncheon with a bewitching Grecian woman. Finding this at the end of the day, this discovery- it's too much. Raivis tucks the order in his pocket, dutifully follows through with his daily routine, locks up and leaves Ion with a fond goodbye.
He'd usually turn right on Parker, go straight home but today he doesn't. Left foot march, he ends up at the pharmacy down the block. The woman there knows him, knows who he works for and has no issues dealing out what the order prescribes. A friendly smile shared between them, the normal pleasantries, then he leaves.
There is a container full of pills in his hand, his cell in the other. He flips it open and punches out a quick text before he is on his way back to the Centralia complex.To: Ivan
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Raivis is there, at Ivan's apartment, and gone as quickly as he'd come. Not because he doesn't want to spend time with the man, but because he doesn't want to arouse suspicion in Ion. It's a brief hand off of a nondescript paper bag under a 'You left this at the office, Sir' then Raivis is inclining his head and bidding them both 'Goodnight'.
The look he'd given his friend, however, speaks volumes.
Something like a broken smile graces his lips at the sight of Raivis, or maybe it's the brown paper bag in his hands, but seeing tangible, not blood-covered Raivis at his door. He takes the bag, maybe brushing fingers to check if it's not a visage, then he bids Raivis a good night and vanishes behind his door.
"I can't take these yet," the ghost of Pyotr watches as his great-grandson stashes the orange bottle in his pocket. "I've got one more round to win."
He's already had more than he can handle at an awkward luncheon with a bewitching Grecian woman. Finding this at the end of the day, this discovery- it's too much. Raivis tucks the order in his pocket, dutifully follows through with his daily routine, locks up and leaves Ion with a fond goodbye.
He'd usually turn right on Parker, go straight home but today he doesn't. Left foot march, he ends up at the pharmacy down the block. The woman there knows him, knows who he works for and has no issues dealing out what the order prescribes. A friendly smile shared between them, the normal pleasantries, then he leaves.
There is a container full of pills in his hand, his cell in the other. He flips it open and punches out a quick text before he is on his way back to the Centralia complex.To: Ivan ( ... )
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The look he'd given his friend, however, speaks volumes.
'I won't let you fall'
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"I can't take these yet," the ghost of Pyotr watches as his great-grandson stashes the orange bottle in his pocket. "I've got one more round to win."
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