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Post by Michael Paul on Jul 16, 2009 3:08:55 GMT -4
Michael stared out the diner window, sipping his coffee slowly. The call from Dorian had been more than a little surprising. Dorian had always struck him as the one guy who would never be drawn back into this. He shrugged to himself, apparently he'd been wrong.
He glanced back down at the notes he'd made on the case at hand. There wasn't a whole lot to go on. A family of three, the Wellingtons and their daughter, were found dead in their home, no sign of trauma, or forced entry and all completely healthy aside from the being dead part. He'd done a little extra digging and found that the coroner hadn't found anything toxic in their system and the forensics team hadn't found anything in the house. It appeared that three perfectly healthy people just dropped dead for no apparent reason. But of course, that didn't just happen, which was why Michael had agreed to meet Dorian in Holtville, maybe they could work this thing out... and then fix whatever problem he'd come across.
Michael's eyes found the window again. Yeah... Dorian's... situation... what ever it was, it had to be big to drag that guy back into the game.
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Post by Dorian Sheppard on Jul 16, 2009 3:34:58 GMT -4
Dorian flexed his fists and sighed, half sitting and half leaning on the trunk of his car. The sun beat down on his shoulders and neck and he pushed up the sleeves of his thin, light grey cardigan. He'd checked the time only a few seconds ago and it was still ten minutes before he was supposed to meet Michael. He glanced around the surprisingly empty street. The sun was shining and only the gentlest of breezes caressed his skin lovingly and he wondered where everyone was. Only a few shoppers meandered around the main street, seemingly happy. The hair on the back of his neck prickled and he flashed a glance behind him, seeing nothing of interest. Shaking his shoulders, he glanced over the street once more and checked the time on his cellphone again. Five minutes. Where had Nora and Janaya gotten to? They said they'd be no more than five minutes and it had been at least fifteen. A giggle to his left answered his thought and he smiled at his friends, motioning for them to follow him down to the diner on the corner. The diner was typical of small town America, looking like something you'd see in the movies and the corner of his lips curled in a small smile. He always found it amusing how similar America was to the movies, and nothing like England. Inside the diner was significantly cooler and he spotted Michael sitting by a window, reading over small pile of papers. "Go order something to eat," he told Nora and Janaya. "I'll be over here." He slipped into the booth, sitting opposite Michael and smiled. "It's been a while, hasn't it? I swear you've grown a foot since I last saw you."
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Post by Michael Paul on Jul 16, 2009 4:22:05 GMT -4
Michael looked away from the window as Dorian sat down in opposite him and smiled back.
"It's been a while, hasn't it? I swear you've grown a foot since I last saw you."
Michael rolled his eyes. "What are you, my mother?" he asked, laughing. The smile slipped from his face however when he noticed the girls Dorian had entered the diner with. "And who would they be?" he asked cautiously. They looked young and inexperienced and it worried him. If they didn't get themselves killed, they might get him or Dorian killed. Either way, it wasn't going to end well. "I didn't know you'd taken up babysitting."
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Post by Dorian Sheppard on Jul 17, 2009 23:24:04 GMT -4
"It's hardly babysitting if they're capable of beating a demon's face in... Drunkenly," Dorian defended, following Michael's gaze and eyeing the girls, who were staring at the diner menu, trying to figure out what to eat.
He turned back to Michael. "Look, those girls are my best friends," he explained, "and they managed to get themselves on the bad side of some nasty sounding demons..." He glanced at the girls again, they seemed so happy... they didn't understand yet how messed up their lives now were. "I need your help. I can't do this alone."
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Post by Michael Paul on Jul 17, 2009 23:41:00 GMT -4
Michael raised an eye brow and examined the girls more closely. "They did what now?" They certainly didn't look capable of pummelling a demon... of course, looks were deceiving.
"I need your help. I can't do this alone."
Michael looked back at Dorian and gave him a pained look. "Oh come on... don't look at me like that," he said, trying to look away from Dorian's pleading expression. "That's not fair, British puppy dog eyes are a low blow, man... what the hell do you want me to do? Take them off you hands? The bike won't fit all three of us."
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Post by Dorian Sheppard on Jul 18, 2009 2:16:24 GMT -4
Dorian smirked. "Well, I was thinking more along the lines of us joining you. You know I can hunt, and I know they can." Michael frowned slightly, a lock of blond hair falling over his eyes as he sighed, and Dorian knew he was unsure. "Look, we'll do this hunt together and then you can decide." Michael seemed okay with that and Dorian leant back in the booth, relaxing finally, and letting a lazy grin adorn his lips. "So, how's that hooker rash?"
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Post by Nora O'Reilly on Jul 18, 2009 23:03:55 GMT -4
Nora sighed, staring blankly up at the chalk scrawled menu above the registers. Maybe she'd have a BLT... Or, her eyes widened in glee, a cheeseburger. "Janaya," she mumbled, poking her friend in the side. "I want a cheeseburger." Janaya muttered something Nora didn't hear, she was too busy glancing around the busy diner. What was this weird feeling she got like she was being watched? She shook her shoulders, trying to make the feeling go away, but it stayed. She glanced over to where Dorian was sitting with a blond guy, both of them glancing at her and Janaya. She frowned, it wasn't their eyes giving her this feeling. She just sighed and returned her attention to Janaya, who was placing an order.
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Post by Michael Paul on Jul 18, 2009 23:32:45 GMT -4
Michael sighed and rested his head in his hands. This is going to end in tears, he knew it. He glanced up at the girl and sighed again. If they were in trouble, maybe getting some hunting experience would help... maybe... crap.
"So, how's that hooker rash?"
He glared at Dorian for a moment before finishing his coffee and returning his gaze to the window, not bothering to dignify that question with a response.
"You wanna explain to me how they managed to get demons on their asses in the first place?" he asked instead.
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Post by Janaya LaMorte on Jul 18, 2009 23:49:57 GMT -4
"Janaya, I want a cheeseburger."
Janaya waved at her friends hand as she poked her side and frowned. "Alright, whatever, cheeseburger." Out of the corner of her eye she saw Nora glancing over her shoulder and around the diner. Janaya also felt like she was being watched, but she refused to give in to that feeling. She would just focus on being alert rather than paranoid.
She placed her order, which, because she was starving, was rather large. She included Nora's cheeseburger and then turned to her when Nora stopped looking around the diner.
"See anything?" she asked quietly.
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