Holi
Major
Captain Can-Do
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Post by Holi on Aug 17, 2012 11:26:12 GMT -5
"–Sir, I'm telling you, you can't just park that thing here and–"
"How many times do I have to repeat it?" Hollister snaps at the senior valet who's been nagging him since he got off the phone. "I'm Detective Stuart Hollister with the Detroit MCU and I'm here to pick up a fellow officer because we have a situation. I am not moving from this spot until we're both in this vehicle."
"Officer," the valet tries again, "there are customers waiting." Hollister stares at him for a moment. He can feel the eye twitch coming on.
"And I told you, I'm more than happy to go explain this to each and every one of them if you like," he says slowly and quietly. He could go on and on about what a nuisance the valets are making themselves to a cop. There's a chance Hollister is feeling his bratty oats at the moment.
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Post by Mirage on Aug 19, 2012 14:16:21 GMT -5
Addison takes Petunia's offered hand. For a moment, it seems he will draw it up to his lips and kiss the back of it, even going so far as to start the motion. He does not, however, instead giving her hand a small squeeze and a shake. There's obvious worry- and a bit of sadness- in his expression.
"Take care of yourself, sweetheart. And... if you remember nothing else of who you are, remember that you are most assuredly loved."
He gives Petunia a small bow and then tries to fade into the crowd.
OOC: also moving out of thread. Looks like we're heading to wrap?
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Post by Pee-Dee on Sept 5, 2012 18:39:45 GMT -5
Skipping Onslaught due to time-out.Petunia watches Addison fade into the crowd, then turns and stalks out the door. She won't show fear on this stage, for these players. Outside, she spots Hollister's van immediately. The valet fussing at him makes it obvious. She says nothing to the man, just steps past him to open the door. Once she's safely inside, she turns a smile to Hollister. "Thanks." It's not until they're driving away from the club that she allows herself to let go of her mask. Quietly, she curls into as tight a ball as the seatbelt and her clothes will allow her. Crossposted to "Paranoia with a Side-Order of Coffee".
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