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Post by requiem on Apr 5, 2004 14:04:53 GMT -5
ooc: uh, yeah, the other one doesn't work.
Z glared at Sawyer.
"Yeah, something like that," she replied. Z got to her feet and strode out of the car, heading for the dining car.
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Post by Marty on Apr 6, 2004 9:43:52 GMT -5
ooc: It's locked. If Kingleby was back, she could unlock it. . . but she'll be gone a little while longer. *shruggs* This is fine, though!
Alan thought about going after her, but decided to stay. Being married without love was one thng, but wearing the wedding band after divorce didn't make sense. She was hiding something, and he had a good idea about what it was.
After a long akward silence, ALan decided to head towards the dining cart. On the way there, he ran into Z.
"You left sudenly, miss. You aren't hiding anything from your partners, are you?"
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Post by requiem on Apr 6, 2004 11:49:49 GMT -5
Z glared at Quartermaine.
"It was bad on me to reveal as much as I did to Boy Wonder in there. The less he knows...the better," Z said.
"Besides, why do you care so?"
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Post by Marty on Apr 6, 2004 13:38:09 GMT -5
Alan shrugged. "It's bad to get emotionally involved in a case. I know from experience. If you are going to have a problem completeing this mission, you should let us know."
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Post by requiem on Apr 6, 2004 13:42:58 GMT -5
"There wasn't a problem, sir, until you made one," Z said through gritted teeth. She walked past Alan, then turned back around.
"My husband was a powerful, volatile man. Everything was fine when he was six feet under. But whoever brought you and Moraity and...all of them...back...he brought Marc back as well. I'm just concerned about our involvment and what it means to my employment. Good night."
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Post by Marty on Apr 6, 2004 13:58:48 GMT -5
Alan nodded, not surprized by Z's reaction. There's going to be a problem.
"If you say so. If there really is no problem, you wouldn't mind telling me about him, would you?"
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Post by requiem on Apr 6, 2004 15:44:43 GMT -5
"Let me get some liquor in my system," Z grumbled, leading Quartermaine to a booth. She sighed deeply, avoiding his line of vision.
"It's not much of a sob story. Marc was a high-ranking officer in the Italian navy who married me when I was fifteen," Z began, taking a long draught of the drink set before her (ooc: by magic...i know), "And he threw me around when he wasn't sleeping with someone else in Naples. He died on the job a couple years ago and everything was okay, until I got a letter from one Morairty right before Sawyer showed up. That's it. I'm only concerned for my paycheck, Quartermaine. So stop treating me like it's any kind of compromise on my part."
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Post by Kingleby on Apr 8, 2004 13:09:21 GMT -5
OOC don't know what happened to the other thread but i'll have a look in a mo.
Sawyer couldn't be bothered to spy on the two fo them to find out what was going on. he had enough of that for a day job already. instead he decided to wander around a bit.
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Post by requiem on Apr 14, 2004 18:38:06 GMT -5
Getting no answer, Z faced the window and got lost in her thoughts.
"It's late. I'm turning in."
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Post by Kingleby on Apr 15, 2004 17:00:12 GMT -5
"Man this is boring." Tom complained
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Post by Marty on Jul 6, 2004 11:05:57 GMT -5
Alan rolled his eyes. "I forgot you were young enough to have a bed time. See you in the morning. DOn't be afraid to call out if you have a bad dreamm, or see a m onster under your bed."
She's hiding something. But maybe she was right about the alchol.
Smiling slightly, Alan hurried toward the bar.
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Post by kathleen on Jul 6, 2004 13:18:26 GMT -5
OOC lol, hate to think what he'd say to sawyer
Sawyer was in one of the identity corridors when he noticed a little girl alone singing softly through her tears.
"Hey there kid." He began softly. "You okay?"
"I lost my mummy!" She yelled clinging to the spy.
"oh, okay. well why don't we go find her. she might have gone for a drink or something." its what i would need if i had a kid he thought
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Post by requiem on Jul 6, 2004 14:03:47 GMT -5
Z scowled and made her way back to the car, ready to sleep as long as possible. She slid into the empty car and turned out the light, curling up on one of the seats.
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Post by kathleen on Jul 6, 2004 15:59:18 GMT -5
Sawyer led the little girl into the bar beginning to regret it with the waff of smoke in the air. that couldn't be good for the little girl's lungs. especially by the way she was coughing.
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Post by Marty on Jul 7, 2004 1:09:06 GMT -5
Alan grimaced as he took a sip of his oddly colored drink. Glaring at the barkeep he sputtered. "What did you put in this thing, motoroil?"
The barkeep, much to Alan's disapointment, shrugged and continued washing glasses.
Disgusted, ALan set his drink down and glanced around the smoke filled room.
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