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The Pit
Aug 18, 2008 18:11:41 GMT -5
Post by Genghis Khan on Aug 18, 2008 18:11:41 GMT -5
((*snickers*))
*Genghis slowed only slightly, his lip tightening.*
Only because you will not let us be anything else.
*He descended the stairs and walked out of the building into the cool night air.*
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The Pit
Aug 18, 2008 18:13:59 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Aug 18, 2008 18:13:59 GMT -5
*Emily heard the door shut in the distance and sighed, relaxing a little, her shoulders slumping. She gave up trying to get any work done and filed the papers away, turning off her desk lamp and gathering her things before she headed home for the night, tired and grouchy as hell, but satisfied with the work she'd done that day.*
Who needs love when you have a career?
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The Pit
Aug 19, 2008 14:29:13 GMT -5
Post by Harvey Dent on Aug 19, 2008 14:29:13 GMT -5
*Harvey was kneeling on the floor, digging through old case files with a pen in his mouth. The organization of this office was...lacking apparently. But he was researching some upcoming cases, so it had to be done. His coffee was growing cold on a nearby desk.*
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The Pit
Aug 19, 2008 14:37:07 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Aug 19, 2008 14:37:07 GMT -5
"Fucking suspect thinks he can just waltz in and spread his crazy-ass fairy dust or whatever just because he's in goddamn grief or something..." *she muttered wrathfully to herself as she wove between the desks on her way out. She damn near tripped over a man bent beside a desk.*
"CHEESES!" *she choked.* "I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone would be--uh..."
My typist has an unwarrented crush on Aaron Eckhart following multiple viewings of Possession and Thank You for Smoking. You don't happen to be a closeted poet with mad debate skills, do you?
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The Pit
Aug 19, 2008 14:38:25 GMT -5
Post by Lois Lane on Aug 19, 2008 14:38:25 GMT -5
((*Watches with popcorn*))
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The Pit
Aug 19, 2008 14:46:21 GMT -5
Post by Harvey Dent on Aug 19, 2008 14:46:21 GMT -5
Maybe. I am really hot.
*Harvey dropped his pen in surprise, but pushed himself up and brushed his hands on his pants.*
"It's my fault. I'm afraid I have a knack for being in the way."
*He offered her a hand with a winning smile.*
"Harvey Dent."
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The Pit
Aug 19, 2008 14:51:29 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Aug 19, 2008 14:51:29 GMT -5
((I misread "pen" as "pants" and for that I kind of hate you irrationally.))
"Emily Cloake," *she said, using a fake surname for teh internets shaking his hand.*
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The Pit
Aug 19, 2008 15:10:57 GMT -5
Post by Harvey Dent on Aug 19, 2008 15:10:57 GMT -5
((What happened to Badonkadonk? And I'm sorry to make you think such things completely on accident.))
*Harvey gave her hand a squeeze, one that inspired confidence, promising strength tempered with sensitivity.*
"Didn't expect the French to be the kind to keep pretty ladies working late."
*His brow lifted.*
"Figured they'd be busy asking you out to dinner."
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The Pit
Aug 19, 2008 15:15:45 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Aug 19, 2008 15:15:45 GMT -5
((Did I used to be Badonkadonk? I guess Cloake just sounds more professional and realistic. Actually, it's a corruption of my soap opera name.))
"They tried to ask me out to dinner. I chose to work instead," *she said dismissively, raising a brow herself. Why did all these guys assume she was just struggling in a His Girl Friday kind of job before succumbing to a matrimonial fate of being pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen?*
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The Pit
Aug 19, 2008 15:28:40 GMT -5
Post by Harvey Dent on Aug 19, 2008 15:28:40 GMT -5
((Cool by me.))
*Harvey nodded, apparently pleased with her answer.*
"Well, it's nice to see someone else that actually stays 'til the job's done."
*He glanced to his cup.*
"I could probably use some more coffee...would you like me to grab you some?"
*He smiled back at her, only then noticing all the things she was caring. He slowed.*
"Or...I can just let you get out of here..."
*His expression held the hint of boyish innocence for a moment.*
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The Pit
Aug 19, 2008 15:32:18 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Aug 19, 2008 15:32:18 GMT -5
"Nahhh I better not--I had a cup of tea and, well...now I need to get some dry pants."
*She paused.*
"--because I spilled it. Not because...er."
*She motioned towards the door.*
"I should probably go."
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The Pit
Aug 19, 2008 15:35:52 GMT -5
Post by Harvey Dent on Aug 19, 2008 15:35:52 GMT -5
"Suit you yourself."
*Harvey nodded, understanding.*
"Maybe I can just bring you some in the next pass. I figure I'll still be here when you're heading back up to work."
*He lifted some files that had been on the desk.*
"Have a good night. See you around."
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The Pit
Aug 19, 2008 16:33:45 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Aug 19, 2008 16:33:45 GMT -5
"Try to get SOME sleep, Mister Dent," *she said cheerfully as she left.*
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The Pit
Aug 19, 2008 18:34:45 GMT -5
Post by Harvey Dent on Aug 19, 2008 18:34:45 GMT -5
"I'll do my best..." *Harvey muttered to himself, subtly observing her assets briefly as she left. Once she was gone, he exhaled.*
"Wow."
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The Pit
Aug 19, 2008 18:37:13 GMT -5
Post by Emily on Aug 19, 2008 18:37:13 GMT -5
((Wow my ASS, you liar.))
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