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The Pit
Aug 18, 2008 14:57:33 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Aug 18, 2008 14:57:33 GMT -5
*In a jumbled mass of desks and dividers in the main, cavernous hall-type room, a single desk lamp remained lit where Emily sat going over papers, a pencil behind her ear and a mug of tea steaming on the desk beside her spread out work. She paused briefly to rub a spot between her eyes, then yawned and got back to reading over the briefs and forms she was filling out for the case files.*
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The Pit
Aug 18, 2008 16:33:29 GMT -5
Post by Genghis Khan on Aug 18, 2008 16:33:29 GMT -5
*Genghis walked quietly through the near empty office, looking for the girl that had questioned him. It had been so strange, so perplexing. Like the gods had granted him a second chance. And he wasn't about to pass it up. He found her pouring over some papers. He cleared his throat gently, not wanting to give her a fright.*
"Mademoiselle?"
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The Pit
Aug 18, 2008 17:07:21 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Aug 18, 2008 17:07:21 GMT -5
*She looked up, a frown creasing her brow.*
"Monsieur...Khan, was it?"
*She picked up her mug of tea and took a sip.*
"What can I do for you?"
((I feel like she should be wearing glasses, but I don't, so...darn.))
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The Pit
Aug 18, 2008 17:11:41 GMT -5
Post by Genghis Khan on Aug 18, 2008 17:11:41 GMT -5
*Genghis straightened, giving her a curt, yet polite bow.*
"I merely wished to express my apologies for what happened the other day. I truly meant no offense."
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The Pit
Aug 18, 2008 17:16:24 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Aug 18, 2008 17:16:24 GMT -5
"Yeah, sure," *she said, waving a hand dismissively.* "It was an awkward situation. Probably still is. Don't worry about it. I'm sorry for, uh, your loss."
How was a person supposed to deal with former suspects?
"And I'm sorry we suspected... Just--investigations, you know. At least it wasn't murder, eh? I mean...she made her peace with, uh, the idea of, er..."
*She could sense she was digging herself into a deeper hole, but she couldn't seem to stop.*
"Suicide beats murder," *she said firmly, at last.* "I mean, the deceased pretty much gives their consent, you know?"
*In hindsight, probably not the best thing to say, but it was all she could come up with.*
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The Pit
Aug 18, 2008 17:19:31 GMT -5
Post by Genghis Khan on Aug 18, 2008 17:19:31 GMT -5
*Genghis frowned, but it wasn't that different from his normal expression.*
"Indeed." *He finally managed.*
"Nevertheless, if you would permit me...I should like to make it up to you by taking you to dinner."
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The Pit
Aug 18, 2008 17:25:41 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Aug 18, 2008 17:25:41 GMT -5
"...uh."
*The mug of tea tilted crazily in her hands as her jaw went a bit slack with surprise. The stinging heat of the hot tea sloshed all over her lap brought her out of her shock and she swore vociferously, leaping to her feet and grabbing for some tissues.*
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The Pit
Aug 18, 2008 17:29:35 GMT -5
Post by Genghis Khan on Aug 18, 2008 17:29:35 GMT -5
"Oh!" *Genghis started forward.*
"Forgive me, I didn't mean to cause such an ordeal."
*He hurriedly reached for the same tissues, bumping his hand against hers.*
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The Pit
Aug 18, 2008 17:35:54 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Aug 18, 2008 17:35:54 GMT -5
"No, no, it's--it's not you, it's just...I was surprised," *she muttered, blotting at the mess with a handful of paper before giving up and throwing the sodden tissues in the wastebin.*
"Sorry, I, um...well, I'm--flattered, I guess. I mean...the thing is...I--I don't know you. Well, I'm new in the city, I mean, I don't know anyone, but, um, I just...you seem like a nice guy and all--but really, the apology was fine, you don't have to make up anything to me," *she babbled, her cheeks flushing hotly with embarrassment, one hand nervously rubbing the back of her neck.*
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The Pit
Aug 18, 2008 17:43:01 GMT -5
Post by Genghis Khan on Aug 18, 2008 17:43:01 GMT -5
*Genghis straightened, trying to regain his composer. But it was still Emily, and that made it hard...to regain his composure, you perverts.*
"Please...I do not mean to make you uncomfortable. It is merely my wish...to get more acquainted."
*He lifted his hands, palms open as if to show he bore no weapons.*
"Just to dinner. I promise. Then I will leave you alone, if that is your wish."
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The Pit
Aug 18, 2008 17:46:40 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Aug 18, 2008 17:46:40 GMT -5
*She looked around, as if expecting there to be a distraction. There wasn't.*
"Look...Monsieur Khan...I know you're probably grieving about the loss of your--"
*She shook her head and tried starting again.*
"I just mean that it might not be the wisest thing for you to be asking me..."
*Her glance was keen.*
"...and it wouldn't be just dinner, I think," *she said quietly, sadly.*
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The Pit
Aug 18, 2008 17:50:15 GMT -5
Post by Genghis Khan on Aug 18, 2008 17:50:15 GMT -5
*Genghis lifted his chin proudly. She wounded his honor in saying such things. Man or no, he could control himself when he needed to.*
"You doubt my word?"
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The Pit
Aug 18, 2008 17:55:58 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Aug 18, 2008 17:55:58 GMT -5
*He said it like a challenge.*
Oh hell no.
*Her eyes narrowed.*
"Yes. I may bear more than a striking resemblance to your recently deceased ex-lover, Monsieur Khan, but I'm not going to be some rebound miracle booty call. What do you think this is, some fucking second-rate Vertigo remake?"
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The Pit
Aug 18, 2008 18:00:14 GMT -5
Post by Genghis Khan on Aug 18, 2008 18:00:14 GMT -5
*Genghis looked confused, mainly because he didn't understand half of those words in context. But he managed to swallow carefully and nod.*
"Very well. I meant no disrespect, but it would seem that you have already decided what kind of man you think me to be. I will trouble you no further. Good night."
*He turned and started for the stairs.*
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The Pit
Aug 18, 2008 18:02:29 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Aug 18, 2008 18:02:29 GMT -5
*Emily sat back down at her desk and turned back to her paper work with a scowl.*
"Men are men," *she muttered wrathfully.* "You're all the same."
Except for Smecker. Maybe.
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