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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jun 30, 2012 21:10:32 GMT -5
Sharon narrows her eyes. Cecil has noticed that, has he?
"One of the crime syndicates might be planning a push," Sharon hazards absently, shrugging.
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Post by Slugslinger on Jul 24, 2012 19:17:42 GMT -5
It's hard not to notice when one's city abruptly becomes a hotbed of superhuman activity round the clock. Especially when one is in the business of prosecuting the bad apples.
"Ah, she has a theory," he murmurs, resting his chin in his free hand and watching Sharon, eyes dancing with avid interest and good humour. "I can certainly look into things. It's possible." He sips his coffee. Doubtful, he doesn't say, but possible. He adds with slightly exaggerated gravity contrary to his lackadaisical mien, "We certainly want to be prepared if that's the case."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 13, 2012 20:52:39 GMT -5
"Shouldn't you look into things by default?" Sharon asks lightly, amused. She leans in closer and adds, "But then, you've always done very well flying by the seat of your pants."
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Post by Slugslinger on Aug 27, 2012 21:30:36 GMT -5
Cecil arches one obnoxiously well-shaped eyebrow at Sharon, but the smile remains.
"Me? Personally?" he muses. "You're giving me far too much credit." Actually, he had a sound talking-to from the DA about getting too involved with matters outside his purview when he first realised he was not himself and his human memories were still fuzzy, faraway things. "I've always preferred a more hands-on approach to life, but it tends to upset my bosses. You have no idea how many times I've heard 'your luck's bound to run out someday' repeated." More than he has fingers and toes on which to count, in fact.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Aug 28, 2012 21:22:31 GMT -5
"Hmm, I suppose not. That's for your 'friends' the detectives," Sharon replies lightly.
"Have you ever listened?"
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Post by Slugslinger on Oct 5, 2012 6:26:53 GMT -5
"I try not to let bad advice drag me down," is Cecil's answer, delivered with a careless shrug. "Really, I just do my best not to give the uniforms a coronary and the DA does her best not to strangle me." His best isn't often very good, given his long and chequered history with the Chief of Police. It's harder and harder these days to get a security detail with his reputation.
He dismisses that concern for another time. He'll worry about it if it becomes a problem, not a moment sooner.
"But," he goes on, "I suppose it can't hurt to get a little nosier than usual. You've started the gears turning, Sharon." And who knows what he might find? Maybe some of the Decepticons. Maybe some Autobots. Maybe someone he can have quietly locked up where they won't be a problem – or just the right kind of problem.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Oct 14, 2012 12:57:56 GMT -5
"Not down, but... into interesting places, hmm?" Sharon suggests pointedly.
Gears?
No, that's a common enough saying.
OOC: Work on a wrap?
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Post by Slugslinger on Oct 29, 2012 4:54:48 GMT -5
Cecil innocently raises his hands as if to disavow any responsibility. He can hardly be blamed if he happens to be a dull fellow with absolutely fascinating things happening around him, now, can he? He's just fortunate he has that, or this false life would be unbearable. He'd have to put on a nice suit and start bombing ferries just to make himself feel better. Or maybe he could start setting fire to things. He could start with this forsaken courthouse!
But no. Maybe later.
"I'm only a passenger on this crazy ride we call life, Sharon," he says. "The good Lord blessed me with an insatiable hunger for it and I'm just trying to stave off the munchies." His PDA beeps angrily at him and with one hand still raised, he fishes it from his jacket pocket. He doesn't remember making this appointment, but it's with the DA and he's been putting it off for a week. For obvious reasons. He sighs a dramatic sigh and tucks his PDA back into its pocket with a flourish. "Duty calls," he pronounces sadly. From another pocket, he produces a bright green sour apple candy and plunks it down right beside Sharon's cup and adds, "A little something to remember me by. I'm glad we could get some catching up done. See you round the docket sometime."
He waits long enough whilst gathering his case and such to hear an answer, and then he's out the door, leaving his napkin, his cup, and a half-eaten scone. If anybody asks, he can easily tell them he simply forgot in the urgency of the moment.
OOC: Good with a fade if you are!
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