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guren_q1 in houseof_thegame

ARRGH HORRIBLE HANNA CRISIS TIME.

Sep 16, 2010 01:14

Hanna practically ran all the way to his apartment, but even that wasn't fast enough. He needed to know, and he needed to know nowHe popped the cap off his sharpie and quickly scribbled something on his palm as he walked. It was a simple glow rune; his excuse for a flash light. The simplest of the simple runes. And he knew it well enough to write ( Read more... )

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col_roy_joseph September 17 2010, 00:37:24 UTC

Hanna was worrying me ( ... )

1stofficers_log September 17 2010, 05:46:53 UTC

"Oh, my," the woman purred, leaning back on her hands so that her figure became even more apparent, although the effect was most likely lost on the boy and the corpse. She pursed her lips, looking the two of them over with a wry smile.

"And here all I came to do was help."

guren_q1 September 17 2010, 05:58:06 UTC

Hanna frowned, but he wasn't too keen on coming out from behind the cover of his partner. (Girls were scary recently. Palaemon had every right to be protective.) He wasn't exactly in pristine condition; his head was spinning from running when he shouldn't have and he was still panicy about his runes. He really didn't want this lady adding to his to-do list right now.

"If you had anything to do with what's happened to me in the last 24 hours, I hardly call that helping," he said.

1stofficers_log September 17 2010, 06:05:43 UTC

She smiled, ever-so-slightly tight-lipped, as though she were trying not to laugh.

"Ah. Well." She eased her weight gently and gracefully off of her hands, smoothing her hands over her long skirt. The fabric whispered as she idly uncrossed and recrossed her legs beneath it. "I felt it was rather helpful. After all, not everyone gives you a warning shot."

col_roy_joseph September 17 2010, 06:19:07 UTC

I put my hand out toward Hanna, indicating he should stay where he was, though he hadn't moved. I wanted to touch him, to turn and give him a good looking-over and reassure myself that he was all right, but this wasn't the best time.

Besides, I had something else I wanted to settle.

"You're the one, then? Who set the poison?"

guren_q1 September 17 2010, 06:29:45 UTC

Hanna's frown faltered. Not to say that it was a smile or something now, it was just a different kind of frown. But Gilroy was seriously pissed at this chick. (Or maybe at Hanna. He was the one that ATE the poison, after all) He'd seen his partner get protective, but this...

This was kind of AWESOME. Now was seriously not the time to get excited about something off-topic but WOW Cadmus was badass. He really needed to remember this moment so he could bring it up later.

"And since I already got my warning, I suppose this house call means I'm fucked now?" Hanna added after his partner's accusation. (The girl didn't seem the type to actually answer questions so far. Might as well get them all in so they could not be answered all at once.)

1stofficers_log September 17 2010, 06:42:55 UTC

"Oh ye of little faith," the woman said tersely, shaking her head. She crossed her arms over her chest, although they didn't get nearly as close to it as most people's could. "Didn't I just tell you I was being helpful today?"

Her arms uncrossed again - didn't look like the most comfortable position anyway, on her - and she steepled her fingers, leveling her eyes on Hanna over delicate fingernails.

"I think perhaps we've angled off to a bad start. Let's start over," she decided, and took a breath. "Mr. Cross. If I may. Recently, you were commissioned for a job. Does this perhaps ring a bell or three?"

col_roy_joseph September 17 2010, 07:41:32 UTC

If I'd learned anything from my stint with Hanna, it was that people who ignored your questions tended to have the answers. More than that, they were usually the answers you figured they were ( ... )

1stofficers_log September 17 2010, 07:51:48 UTC

The woman held up a hand.

"I promise you, he'll survive waiting just a moment," she told him, gently but in a voice that didn't speak well for disagreement. "That is, unless you try to leave the room."

She set her hands to either side of her, resting them lightly on what passed for bedclothes.

"And now, you see - this is my concern. You say, 'many jobs', and I have to disagree. Because while you may not realize, you have one job, at the moment. One job from me." She ran her tongue daintily across her lips, baring her teeth just a little in irritation. She shook it off in a moment, though, plastic smile returning, the fingers of one hand drifting up to toy with the ends of her long hair.

"So I'm here, as I say, to be helpful. To remind you of what you're supposed to be doing. Because I do not take kindly to dragging feet. In fact, I tend to chop them off. And I aim high," she assured them, "This little fiasco...it doesn't even countAnd she smiled again, much more organically - an I-know-so-much-that-you-don't sort of ( ... )