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 Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2017 6:22 pm
The night was young and Anne-Marie had sitting in front of her bedroom vanity putting her face on before she was going to meet friends. The girls had planned a night out celebrating one of them being hired full time at the firm she had been interning out. More like it was just an excuse to get together and let their hair down. At least that had been the plan. Halfway through putting on her make up, Anne-Marie had blinked and found she was no longer gazing at her reflection. Instead she was sitting on something cold, holding her hair brush in one hand, clips in her mouth, silk robe sprawled over her legs and looking at the back of someone else she was alone with. Someone else with broad shoulders. Someone else who was clearly male... Someone else who was male and she was in a short silk robe and thank the heavens her underwear but that was NOT the point! Now in a normal moment, she might have just sighed and put the items down questioning what sort of trick this was. Clearly this was no normal moment! Clips dropped from her open mouth as she screamed, chunking her brush at the male form. "YOU PERVERT!" She screamed, scrambling to cover her legs as much as she could.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2017 12:17 pm
After a sixteen hour shift, Jeremy was ready to be home, in bed, watching crappy television until he fell asleep. He as already planning on sleeping in until noon tomorrow—his glorious day off—and taking it easy. He’d been planning this since lunch time, and he was ready for it.
But, he wasn’t ready to be sucked into some strange white room, or assaulted by some strange woman.
He swore as she threw the brush at him, wondering what the hell was going on—because, if this was a dream, he wanted out.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he replied, agitated; he raised one arm to deflect from any more projectiles, but in doing so he managed to get his first good look at the woman, who appeared to be further unarmed.
“Knock it off, I’m not doing anything perverted. If anything, you’re the pervert, showing up in my…”
He paused and glanced around, because honestly this didn’t make any sense.
He knew he had just been in the bathroom; he had only just started stripping out of his uniform. He’d dropped the belt and all his work tools, but he was still wearing his pants, his shoes. He’d only managed to unbutton his shirt before he’d made a detour to the bathroom because—hey—he’d picked up fast food on the way home and he’d been working for the past twelve hours without a bathroom break. He still had to take out the trash and get the mail, but he deserved a few minutes to cool down.
Thankfully, he hadn’t stripped down to his boxers already; even if his shirt was open, he didn’t quite feel naked with his white undershirt on beneath it, but he could see why this woman might be a little uncomfortable in just a silk robe.
Not. That. He. Was. Staring.
He grunted and turned his gaze away, staring at the wall next to him until he could figure out where he was supposed to be looking.
“Okay,” he said after a second. “We are not in my bathroom, so I guess you’re not the pervert hiding in there. So let’s just stop with the insults for a minute and figure this out. Is this a dream?”
No, the hairbrush had hurt when it hit him.
“I’m a police officer,” he said, gesturing to the shirt he wore. “Off duty. I just got home. Or, I thought I was home. My bathroom has a little more color than this. I don’t know what’s going on right now, but I’d appreciate if you didn’t throw things at me or throw around insults like that. Why don’t you take a moment to make yourself as decent as you can and get back to me when you’re better covered up, all right? I’ll just. Stare at this wall until then.”
And he stared, blankly, at the wall as he waited.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2017 3:07 pm
All Anne-Marie could think a she watched the man turn from what had clearly been him staring at her was that he just won the Mr. Obvious prize. "It's neither your bathroom nor my bedroom." The words came out as she tried her best to rise to her feet without flashing him. Two tries and twice stumbling out of the stand, Anne-Marie finally gave up and let the robe fall into a mess around her body as she rose. Quickly turning around, she doubled check that he couldn't see her if he looked and set about undoing and retying her garment. "You aren't going to put me in cuffs are you for trying to protect myself...." There was a long sigh and she pulled on the knot in front of her robe. It was snug. Good. "Because look, one minute I'm trying to get ready and the next..." Anne-Marie turned around and locked onto his form. NOW who was staring. Damn undershirt... "The next I'm in a box with a man who was already getting undressed for whatever." Her hand waved at his look and the lack of a belt. "What am I supposed to think? You could have been a stripper for all I know." Golden eyes began to flicker around the room. Her arms came back to wrap around her shoulders but this time, instead of fear of him, it was that look of uncertainty on her face. "How long was I out? They had to have drugged me for me not to see how I...we go here..." That thought alone...that someone had broken into her home and gotten her. It made Anne-Marie shiver.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2017 8:18 pm
“What?” Jeremy snapped; he seemed like he wanted to jerk his head back in her direction so he could continue the conversation while looking at her, but he caught himself and returned his eyes to the wall to his right, pursing his lips. He crossed his arms over his chest and grumbled, “I’m not a stripper.”
Although, maybe it was a bit of an ego boost if she was saying she thought he was good enough to be one.
It registered only after she had mentioned he’d been getting undressed that he recalled that he had been. His eyes remained glued on the wall and he began to button up his shirt.
“I just got off of my shift. With the Destiny City Police Department,” he reminded, keen on making sure she understood that he was an officer. “Sort of thought I was home alone, thought I could get a little more comfortable. These uniforms get a little stuffy after wearing them for two thirds of a day.”
His fingers moved nimbly and he had the lower three buttons done in only a few seconds. “I’m not going to arrest you, or cuff you, or anything. You were spooked, I get it. I’m pretty damned confused, myself. Especially because I know that I was in my bathroom, alone, in front of the mirror. I was washing my hands.”
He paused for a second and glanced down at his hands—his still damp hands.
His eyes narrowed and, while he kept his eyes off of her still, his lips pursed.
“...I don’t know if that was any more than just a minute ago. I wasn’t drugged to get here.”
…Was he?
Faintly, in the back of his head, he thought about Phact and Myles and that whole Senshi thing that he liked to pretend didn’t exist. Magic and all that, it was too weird.
But, if they said it existed…
He grunted in annoyance and shook his head.
“Yeah, I don’t know. But I swear, I just got home, and then I just showed up here. So I’m not sure how we got here. But, ah…”
He didn’t want her to worry, so he half hearted suggested, “I’m sure it’s fine? We’ll probably get this sorted out in no time and get home.”
Or else.
Seriously, he wanted to be in bed right now.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2017 9:53 am
Anne-Marie could only feel her eyes flicker shut as she listened to him. So he wasn't a paid stripper with a cop act. She wasn't sure if that was a relief or worrisome. A relief because even though she was completely out of her element, she was with someone who had basic training. Worrisome because if whoever had them managed to sneak up on a cop, how good was he? Not that she would admit her thoughts...yet... "Okay Mr. Destiny City Police Department." She mumbled out, finally brave enough to walk towards him, her bare feet shuffling along the cold ground. "So bottom line is you have no idea how we got here. I have no idea how we got here. Neither of us knows where here is. And for all we know we are stuck here together for an unknown amount of time while someone else decides our fate." Coming up behind him, Anne-Marie bent over to retrieve the brush she had thrown at him. If it had hurt him, chances are if something else came at them, it might hurt them....or at least surprise them enough to let her run away. If that didn't work, she'd flash them... "This is either someone's stick joke or the world's worst blind date. If the later, I have some friends to kick in the shins when we get out of this."
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2017 4:56 pm
Jeremy shrugged. “I’d be a pretty weird guy if I had any idea of where we were. This place seems…”
He glance around, examining the corners of the room, and murmured, “Abnormal.”
How did anyone arrive in a room with no doors or windows?
Determined to stay somewhat lighthearted, he simply shrugged and turned to flash her a grin. “I don’t know about you, but most of my friends’ ideas of a ‘date’ is sitting around a bar, so I doubt anyone I know set me up for this. And if they did,” he grumbled, “I’ll kill ‘em.”
If any of his friends deprived him of his bed, of food…
Oh, yeah. He might accidentally run them over with his car.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 3:27 pm
"You would only get to kill them if I didn't beat you to them." Anne-Marie offered as she glanced once more into the corners, or what she guessed to be corners. "Mine would at least try a place with cocktails or a view. And an escape route that was more than a bathroom window." A look at his face and she had to give a small smile. "Anne-Marie." She finally offered her name simply. If they were stuck, at least it was better than a 'hey you.' "And yes I have gone out of a bathroom window before but that date was a creep. People wonder why I don't use Tinder."
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2017 8:15 pm
Jeremy couldn’t help but laugh softly and shake his head. “Well, it’s good to meet you, Anne-Marie. I’m Jeremy. Or Officer Fischer, depending on how many more hairbrushes you’re going to throw at me.” He cracked a grin, still trying to stay in a good mood despite all of this. Getting worked up wasn’t going to do anything but make his night a little worse—and it seemed like the universe was good at doing that on its own.
A low, metallic noise seemed to echo quietly through the room and Jeremy half turned to see if he could identify where it had come from.
The sound of something brittle cracking followed shortly after and he instinctively took a step closer to the woman in front of him, hand reaching towards his belt for a weapon he hadn’t arrived with.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2017 9:10 am
"That depends, Officer Jeremy." Anne-Marie threw back as a half joke on the play of names. "How many times are you going to appear in front of me half naked?" But she didn't get the answer. The same noise that caught his attention seemed to have grabbed her own. Eyes shot wide and she looked around for the source, holding her hair brush closer to her. The only direction she did not look was the one that mattered. The one that was going to make this night one wild ride. Down.
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