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 Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 8:38 pm
London sighed, "I see then...." He paused while feeling his heart break in his chest, "So I get one phone call right?" The blonde asked while shaking slightly just out of the sheer shock of what just happened. Iris will never forgive me... He thought while slumping back in the wooden chair that he was sitting in. He knew begging was out of the question and he did not want the orphanage to know that he was a murderer. He actually could not believe that he was even considering himself a murderer. You never murdered anyone? Again the blonde thought while his view on the world was shattering before him. "Is there a way to keep all of this out of the media? Yah see I have been using the majority of my profits to take care of the old orphanage that Jareth and I grew up in....and I don't want to..." He felt a tear escape from his emerald eyes as he spoke, "I just don't want anything negative happening to the children...."
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 9:27 pm
Arthur nodded. "We'll try to keep it as discreet as possible" he said. He hated the press always sticking their camera and microphone into a case. Though it was New York City, and someone is murdered everyday, but usually the result of gang violence and London was a pretty high profile case, but they would do their best. He felt almost sorry for they guy. If London didn't have a history of murder, he would feel truly sorry. "And yes, you do get to make a phone call, so choose wisely" Arthur added.
((g2g. Goodnight))
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 9:33 pm
"Iris..." It just rolled off of his tongue without even thinking to which the blond hung his head low out of shame for being arrested. The Irish man hoped that this news would not reach the ears of the orphans or anyone for that mater. The blonde also knew that he was a dead man if the Agency discovered that he was being arrested. "There's no other way round this then?" He just breathed while still holding his head in his scared hands. "She's at my home just restin up..." The man continued to speak while now rambling, "Yah know...I was hopin' to retire from my nasty business...for her...so we could maybe move on and start a new life...together....I thought that I was doin' the right thing...." The man that was once the overly charismatic playboy 'Charmer' was not brought down harshly to reality...
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 8:14 pm
"You don't seem like an evil person to me, so there may be some way to ease things down a little bit. I am sorry, but you will still have to spend time behind bars. How long it will be is up to the judge, but if you do testify, you could probably shave some time off a prison sentence" Arthur said, "and you said 'Iris', are you talking about the Iris that's part of this police station?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 8:22 pm
"Aye...the very same...and the same woman that I watched over three years ago..." The Irish man just breathed while still looking down at the ground to which then he glanced up and just spoke, "Mind if I have a smoke?" The blonde spoke while drawing out his metallic cigarette case and placing it on the table. "I guess I fell head over heels for her..." The blonde smiled slightly while thinking about her feisty persona, which he always, after a rather long while, would calm her down and sweep the woman off her feet. I don't want to drag her down into my hole...what do I say? The blonde was now searching for the words to tell this man to which he titled his head upwards and to the right, which most officers would read that he was looking for something.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 8:27 pm
"I see. So you're the one..." Arthur trailed off. "And I would rather you didn't smoke in here. I don't want the smell sticking to my office furniture. As for Iris, perhaps I should call her and ask her to come down here. Where is she at the moment? Do you know?" the chief asked. He noticed London wanted to say something else.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 8:38 pm
"She's at my home..." The blonde spoke while removing his cigarette case from the table and slipping the metallic case back into his pocket. The man then remained rather silent while focusing his emerald eyes now at the man. "Nothin's gonna happen to her...right?" London spoke now sounding a lot more worried then he did before. "I swear if anything happens to her!" He stood up while his usual calm was completely gone from him as the thought of her career ending because of the blonde. Then the man sat back down in the seat while holding his head. Silence....then after the blonde assassin relaxed, slightly, he spoke, "My apologize for gettin' loud...I just don't want anything to happen to her..."
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 8:50 pm
"I know Iris. She's been on the force for a while. Don't worry. Nothing will happen to her" the chief said, then pulled his desk phone close to him. He place his hand on the reciever part and asked "what is your number?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 9:12 pm
Laura continued to fly the plane. As of now, it was a smooth flight.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 9:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 9:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 10:10 pm
Trist felt a strange sense flow into her from the handshake, as if Juliana had sent a sort of electric pulse through her arm and into the sixteen-year-old. It was an odd feeling, one Trist hadn't known before, but it wasn't unpleasant. It made her feel like maybe the two had more in common than she realized.
"Not much, really," Trist said, sitting down at her own desk and swiveling the chair around to face Juliana. An irritated and alarmingly loud meow issued from the teen's backpack. "Oops," she said, putting her backpack on the ground, out of view from the front office. "Sorry Nemmy," she apologized, picking up her new, previously stray kitten. She was going to go by the shelter today and get her checked up on, see if she needed shots or anything.
"You're not allergic I hope," she whispered to Juliana, holding Nemesis in her lap. Nemmy nipped her finger lightly, making Trist smile. She'd never had a pet before.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 10:23 pm
Juliana saw the cat, and her eyes went wide.
"Oh my gosh!" She replied, leaning forward a bit towards Trist and the cat. The animal was adorable, and Juliana's eyes were alight with both awe and mischief. "Can you actually bring animals in here?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 5:43 pm
"Well..." Trist raised her head slowly, looking around discreetly. "I figure it's better to ask forgiveness than permission," she confided with a mischievous grin. "Although more often than not that's had me doing paperwork. Oops." The grin that followed showed that she wasn't all that regretful for it. And also that, by nature, she was generally a very happy person, what with all the grinning.
The little kitten, dubbed Nemesis by her crazy owner, looked up at Juliana with one blue and one green eye. The kitten itself was speckled with every color ever seen on a cat, with socks on her paws and end of her tail. She raised one such paw to catch Juliana's long hair, running the risk of falling off Trist's lap.
((Am I right to assume her hair is still long? XD Too many disguises! *runs around like a headless chicken*))
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 7:01 pm
Iris sighed as she dressed. Evaluating what she's been doing....it's was a composite of poor actions and decisions. Like sleeping with a murderer.
But she could hate him. He saved her. Protected her....
And was pretty damn more loyal then the police officers that didn't do anything to keep her from being suspended.
She looked at the appartment and, felt a little trapped. Usually she used London as a distraction to keep ehr from worrying, but now he wasn't here....she felt lost.
"I'm so screwed..." she groaned as she sat down. In love with a killer, yeah....no way she wont get suspended.
Rose grinned and ate more bread, "So....have you done something like this before?"
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