[rp] discoveries in 'mail' {for Adam Balister}

[like_badweather]

She'd only come back once to see if her note had been picked up, and admittedly she really hadn't given it enough time. Still, Terry was curious as hell about the man behind the strange little exchange...and the only thing worse than a curious scientist was a curious scientist who was also a drummer

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[adam_balister]

Adam wondered to himself what exactly sort of creature an Immortal was. He'd heard the term used for his own kind before so it confused him slightly when he learned whoever was writing the small notes was immortal but not a vampire.

He wrote his response letter and headed over to the spot where they were dropping them off only to find a strange woman standing there, calling out to him. After a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure he was the one she was speaking to, Adam replied. "No, not really. I'm just..." Shit, he couldn't even think of a good lie to come up with why he was there. Rubbing the back of his neck, looking nervous, he glanced around again, trying to avoid eye contact with the girl in hopes she'd leave so he could drop off the note without someone seeing him do so.

[like_badweather]

Oh, this guy so had his hand caught in a big, fat, fire engine red cookie jar. Now she wanted to know what tasty treats he was pilfering.

"Funny, Chief, sure looks like you're looking for something." she drawled, moving a few steps closer as she tilted her head and smirked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What, are you the cutie that Tish in 4A says is mooning over her? Trust me, bub, she's bad news. Hookers usually are, and she's hooking...we're talking great big oak sheepherder's hook, or one of those big ones they get bad acts off the vaudeville stage with..."

She trailed off, tilting her head a little further to make it obvious she was trying to catch his gaze, which he was studiously avoiding. "What? C'mon, I don't bite...hard." she teased.

[adam_balister]

Adam's brow knotted between his eyebrow as he looked at the bundle of energy in front of him. Seriously, who just asks a complete stranger something like that?

Since it was irritating him how hyper the girl was being, Adam found himself finally caving into her question in the hopes that it would just shut her up and get her on her way.

"If you really must know, I'm here to drop off something for someone. Now why don't you go find an ice cream truck or something to chase after and leave me the hell alone"

[like_badweather]

She hesitated for a split second, but not because the brusque retort left her cold...it was the brusque retort plus the 'dropping something off' plus her note still sitting untouched, plus five years in law enforcement.

Nah. No way. Not even a little bit...no. Just...no. Unless he was.

After a split second, she pretended to consider his offer, then shook her head. "Sorry, not interested. Lactose intolerant." she replied gamely. "Okay, so not really, but c'mon. I'm a little old to be chasing ice cream trucks unless the driver's supremely cute, rich, or both. Who are you dropping something off for?"

[adam_balister]

"What are you writing a book or soemthing?" Adam barked back "It's none of your damn business who I'm dropping something off for" The nerve of some people really. He glanced over at the note sitting there on the regular spot then back to the girl. He really wished she get out of his face.

[like_badweather]

"It is if you're a big enough freak to know someone by the name of Zaphod." she replied bluntly, catching his glance towards the small folded sheet on the sidewalk. It was a bold move, even for her, and he probably wasn't the dude and was about to call her nuts...but everyone was nuts in this town.

Funny thing was? He didn't look at all like she thought a vampire might...well maybe a little. He was kinda pale and lean and geek!love good looking...

[adam_balister]

It took a moment for it to register in Adam's mind since he had been distracted by that girl's nosy questions. But when it finally clicked, his eyes went wide and mouth dropped. "Wait, you're Zaphod?"