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Post by Beatrice on Sept 20, 2007 21:20:40 GMT -5
*She put a gentle hand on his arm, trying to calm him.*
"Here, let me help you." *She offered a hand and a supportive smile.*
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Post by abberline on Sept 20, 2007 21:22:23 GMT -5
*He clamped his hand on her arm, and started to clumsily get up off the floor*
"Need to lie down..."
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Post by Beatrice on Sept 20, 2007 21:30:02 GMT -5
*Beatrice nodded, unsure if he'd even be able to make it to the stairs. She helped him up, the majority of his weight on her arm. Shaking under the weight, she led him to a chair near the counter.*
"Here, sit. Do you need anything? Water or something?"
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Post by abberline on Sept 20, 2007 21:32:19 GMT -5
*He sagged into the chair, leaning back so that his head rested against the chair. He stared at the ceiling for a moment or two before answering*
"Got absinthe?"
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Post by Beatrice on Sept 20, 2007 21:39:15 GMT -5
"Er, hold on a moment." *She flashed a sympathetic smile and ran to find her employer.*
"Brandi? There's a man here, he collapsed in the doorway. I got him to a chair, and he's asking for absinthe..."
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Post by Brandi on Sept 20, 2007 21:46:00 GMT -5
*Brandi looked up, her brow raised.*
"Not some oh so talented, charmingly bohemian, tragically impoverished writer, is it?"
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Post by Beatrice on Sept 20, 2007 21:48:42 GMT -5
*Beatrice blinked, confused.*
"Er... I didn't think to ask."
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Post by abberline on Sept 20, 2007 21:51:12 GMT -5
*He mumbled something incoherently, none of it decipherable except for one word--*
"Mary."
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Post by Kris on Sept 20, 2007 21:51:37 GMT -5
*Kris walked in, having landed safely thanks to Peter. It had been cold, flying through the night air, until she remembered she was a robot and realized she didn't have to be cold.
Which was kinda cool, even if she wouldn't admit it.
She blinked at the scene before her.*
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Post by Brandi on Sept 20, 2007 21:55:42 GMT -5
*Brandi peeked into the other room. Her jaw promptly dropped.*
ZOMG...hotness.
*Then she remembered the hotness that would be waiting for her upstairs and promptly returned to Beatrice. She shrugged and bent to fish about in a cabinet, giving her enough time to manifest the bottle for her. She gave her a knowing look.*
"Just be careful, all right? And make sure he stays here tonight, whether he pays or not."
*She finally noticed Kris and hurried over to her as if to embrace her, but paused before she did, just leaving an arm out as an invitation. She spoke quietly.*
"Are you all right? Did the walk help?"
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Post by Beatrice on Sept 20, 2007 22:02:01 GMT -5
*Beatrice took the bottle with a nod.* "Thank you, and I will."
*she ducked behind the counter to fetch a room key for the man, and hurried back to where she'd left him.*
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Post by Kris on Sept 20, 2007 22:03:49 GMT -5
((I'm imagining you standing with your arm stuck out, and it looks funny.))
*Kris looked at her blankly.*
"Walk? Oh... I guess. I ran into Peter. Petrelli. You know, the one who's all 'grr' and fighty? He gave me a... ride... back."
*She shrugged.*
"I'm still alive. Or functioning. Or whatever. What's that?"
*She pointed at the heap of Depp at the table.*
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Post by abberline on Sept 20, 2007 22:05:53 GMT -5
*Seeing her only out of the corner of one eye, he still somehow managed to catch the bottle with one swipe of his hand...and stared at it.*
"You forget the rest of it."
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Post by Brandi on Sept 20, 2007 22:06:11 GMT -5
Oh...Peter. Right.
*Brandi nodded and lowered her arm, looking back to the man.*
"I'm guessing that Johnny...you know..."
*She tried to find his name but failed.*
"The From Hell one."
*She looked at him again.*
"It could be his Rochester, but he looks a bit off."
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Post by Kris on Sept 20, 2007 22:08:51 GMT -5
*Kris studied him critically.*
"I thought that syphilis guy was his Rochester? This is the one who was fat and bald in the book. Never saw the movie. Hmm."
*She rolled her eyes.*
"I'm just waiting for 21 Jump Street to start."
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