"They just called. They found the last piece of evidence." She absently rubbed her forehead. "Finally. What a day."
Shawn couldn't argue with her. The case had been frustrating, devastating even. Even the fake psychic had to admit that he felt a little strained but that might have been because he had just played out a highly strenuous split personality vision. Repeatedly switching between a deranged soprano singer and lumberjack-figured man had really taken a strain on his vocal chords. "Well. We got 'em!"
Anna smirked. "We do. I'm still not sure how I am going to work that rooftop episode into my report, though."
"The spirits demanded it."
"The spirits demanded a handstand?"
"Yes. Sometimes they want sacrifices, like the ancient gods."
She thought about that for a second. "That's creepy. But thank you, Shawn. I'm not sure if we had caught the bastard in time without you."
"But you put it all together." Which wasn't even a lie. Without Gus around it had been incredibly hard to focus, especially with all the weird, medical
( ... )
"Ow! Ow, ow, ow! HURTS! Jack! Nonono, don't, don't, not the syringe, not the syringe, don't, OW!"
Jack sighed. I don't believe this.
He was used to whiny patients. Annoying patients. Cranky patients even! But Shawn Spencer? He definitely took the cake. What was he saying, the whole pastry shop!
True, the motorcycle accident hadn't been just scratches and bruises but still, Jack couldn't help but admire the never ending energy of this guy. Even after an operation, painkillers, giving a statement to the police, more painkillers and long fights about whether to call his dad this guy still seemed to be unable to simply shut up and rest
( ... )
"New Year? Maybe. Yeah. Hey, love to your folks, alright? And, uh, hey. Can you invite dad over? You did? Awesome, I owe you one. Alright, dude, I'll see you soon. Yeah. Bye
( ... )
(ooc: I know close to nothing about X-men so I really do hope it's not too out of character!)
When the gunshots started he panicked. He jumped behind a shelf and heard dolls, toy soldiers and Lego castles burst under the fire. People around him screamed, dropping their Christmas shopping, storming towards the exit.
It took Shawn a moment to calm down enough to be able to think through the situation. He recalled everything out of the ordinary he had seen so far and then realized they were after him.
But why?!
"If you stay here you'll be a sieve pretty soon," a voice nearby sneered.
Shawn looked up at the guy behind another shelf. He scowled. "Well, thank you, Captain Obvious. I think they already made your action figures but the gunfire smashed it
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((OOC: You have my full permission to do a short story if you want with Anna. I'm always curious to see how other people write her.))
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Shawn couldn't argue with her. The case had been frustrating, devastating even. Even the fake psychic had to admit that he felt a little strained but that might have been because he had just played out a highly strenuous split personality vision. Repeatedly switching between a deranged soprano singer and lumberjack-figured man had really taken a strain on his vocal chords. "Well. We got 'em!"
Anna smirked. "We do. I'm still not sure how I am going to work that rooftop episode into my report, though."
"The spirits demanded it."
"The spirits demanded a handstand?"
"Yes. Sometimes they want sacrifices, like the ancient gods."
She thought about that for a second. "That's creepy. But thank you, Shawn. I'm not sure if we had caught the bastard in time without you."
"But you put it all together." Which wasn't even a lie. Without Gus around it had been incredibly hard to focus, especially with all the weird, medical ( ... )
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And this totally would've made her feel warm and fuzzy after a hard case. She tends to shut down. :(
Anna will totally return the favor if Shawn wants. :D
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I'm glad I seem to have done her justice. :D
*watches how Shawn sneaks away for return kiss*
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(Since you commented on Murphy's post, I thought I'd return the favor.)
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Psst. If Jack wants some meta-love. ;)
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Jack sighed. I don't believe this.
He was used to whiny patients. Annoying patients. Cranky patients even! But Shawn Spencer? He definitely took the cake. What was he saying, the whole pastry shop!
True, the motorcycle accident hadn't been just scratches and bruises but still, Jack couldn't help but admire the never ending energy of this guy. Even after an operation, painkillers, giving a statement to the police, more painkillers and long fights about whether to call his dad this guy still seemed to be unable to simply shut up and rest ( ... )
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When the gunshots started he panicked. He jumped behind a shelf and heard dolls, toy soldiers and Lego castles burst under the fire. People around him screamed, dropping their Christmas shopping, storming towards the exit.
It took Shawn a moment to calm down enough to be able to think through the situation. He recalled everything out of the ordinary he had seen so far and then realized they were after him.
But why?!
"If you stay here you'll be a sieve pretty soon," a voice nearby sneered.
Shawn looked up at the guy behind another shelf. He scowled. "Well, thank you, Captain Obvious. I think they already made your action figures but the gunfire smashed it ( ... )
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