Eliot Spencer (_thatswhatido) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-01-05 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | eliot spencer, faith lehane |
Who: Eliot and Faith
What: Wandering alternate LA
Where: Streets
When: Late afternoon
Rating: TBD
First, he'd returned from Juan to find that the headquarters no longer existed, or had never existed if the frazzled accountant he'd run into in the office could be believed.
Attempting to call the rest of the crew had gotten him nowhere, the tinny voice answering each time to tell him that the number couldn't be reached. The hefty payoff Hardison's stock manipulation had gotten them after their first unoffical job as a team was gone from his account. Considering he'd stepped back three years, it didn't surprise him, but it didn't make him real happy either.
The real winner, though, was the whole higher powers embroiled in war and randomly abducting people to play soldier. Vampires, demons, and who knew what else. It was like ending up in the middle of a honest to god freak show. He was still skeptical that what went bump in the night actually bumped but the fact that he was unable to leave the city (having already tried once) was starting to sway him.
Still wasn't as terrifying as Sophie's day job acting. Memories of Death of a Salesman were going to haunt him until his dying day.
Eliot finished cleaning the lens of his glasses and slid them back on, hanging at the back of the crowd waiting to cross the street when the light changed. When the walking man began flashing on the sign, the two groups started to cross, merging as people passed. His gaze travelled to a young man, shoulders hunched up, looking suspicious in trying not to look suspicious. As he passed an elderly woman, his hand dipped into her purse and came away with her wallet, sliding it into his own pocket.
Hell, Eliot stole. But from a little old lady who probably lived by social security checks alone?
He shifted his path just enough to catch the teen by the wrist, pulling him up. "Give me the wallet," he muttered, eyeing the end of the crossing crowd to guage his time.
"I'm not giving you my wallet."
"Her wallet, dumbass." His grip tightened, earning a wince. "Hand it over."
"I told you, I don't have an-" There was a sharp yelp and a few heads turned. Eliot smiled as the wallet was dropped into his hand. He released the teen's wrist, letting him slip quickly back into the thinning crowd. Eliot quickened his pace just enough to catch up with the woman, brushing by her as he discreetly dropped the wallet back into the oversized purse, and contnued past as if nothing had happened.