D. Walter Samson (nervouswrecked) wrote in secondgen, @ 2008-08-27 08:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | dave samson, janis jones, shield |
log: Janis Jones, David Samson, SHIELD
WHO: Janis Jones, David Samson and some SHIELD guys
WHAT: People come by to ask the obvious questions...
WHERE: Dave's Apartment
WHEN: sometime around the 10 o'clock hour. Daily Show is on.
He's getting better. Over the past few days, Dave's cheered up some, slowly coming out of his guilty shell to get back to his life. He'd stopped bringing so much work from home, took Janis out for a quick dinner and a showing of Death Race and now sort of semi-crashes on the couch, feet kicked up to watch the Daily Show and eating Chinese out of the carton. Yep, practically back to normal. Janis is currently trying to find something. "I left it right over here." She crosses in front of the television. "Didn't I?" As if Dave knows. Janis stomps over to the couch, drops, and starts to look under it. "Where the fucking shit fucker fucking where is it?" A little frustrated, but completely fine otherwise. Dave looks up from the TV as she passes in front of it, a chow mein walrus. "Hrm," he offers, watching her go by and forking the rest of the noodles in his mouth. "Whff- what are you looking for?," he asks, looking around the room in a futile attempt to find something out of place- --when the doorbell buzzes. "Oh, the thing with the--" Janis perks up, looking to the ceiling for answers. Is that you, God? She looks at Dave, her face asking him why he's not answered the door, like, yesterday. Dave looks a little 'deer in the headlights'. "Were you expecting anyone?," he asks. I mean, this is a nice building; it's not like they're going to get Jehovah's Witnesses or something. "Do you think it's a lady coming here to recruit us in a death race?" Janis is damn near excited by this! "Or Mormons. Who want use to death race them?!" She jumps up, a hand darting out to the couch for balance. She may or may not jab Dave in the stomach or in the Chinese food. Aah, in the Chinese food! Dave jerks but still takes chow mein in the chest. "Crap!,' he exclaims and the buzzer rings again. "Janis, can you get that? Please?" He may not be fussy but he has cold noodles on his chest and this is not a way to greet guests. "I am! I'm going to tell them that we'll death race them and I'm going to drive--" Janis flings the door open without checking the peephole. She is a few seconds away from giving them a run down of the rules-- THERE ARE NONE! But she doesn't recognize the ringer of the door buzzer. "Yes?" Dave scoots out of the room, gingerly holding his shirt away from his skin to avoid that clammy noodle feeling. Two men, in royal blue pants and jackets with white piping. These are obviously uniforms and these are obviously soldiers. The shorter one of them shows Janis a badge bearing the SHIELD emblem as the taller one asks, "Ma'am, does David Samson live here?" "No-- uh-- who are you?" First instinct is to say no and slam the door! The smaller one fills her in a little better, "We're with SHIELD, is David Samson home?" The taller one looks over her head at the rest of the apartment. "No no, I get that, I get that you're FROM SHIELD," She suddenly raises her voice, turns her head towards inside the apartment, calling out to Dave (who totally doesn't live here). "But who are you?" Janis reaches her hand out to the shorter one's uniform, touches his chest. "What's your name?" This is such a poor attempt at seduction. After the date, Janis changed into some ridiculous pajamas with chickens all over them. From the other room, Dave's ears catches the sudden shout. SHIELD? Really? Slipping on the cleaner shirt, he puts on a pair of pants, just in case. He's not sure if he should just go out and meet them or squirrel himself away in the closet, which is ridiculous considering he hasn't done anything wrong. Except for turn into a giant green beast and break a lot of- oh. The two men stand shoulder to shoulder at the door, a wall of agentry. The shorter one brushes her hand away as not a muscle moved on his face. "Ma'am, we need to know if David Samson is here." Lying to SHIELD isn't going to help anything. Janis takes a step back. "He lives here." Whether or not he's still here is up to Dave at this point. "What's this about, please?" The two agents step in the moment they have the room to do so. "We just want to ask him a few questions," says the smaller one slowly as the larger one pulls out a little handheld thing and looks around. It makes a crackly sort of sound... ...that worries the hell out of Dave. Taking a moment to breathe a little slower, putting a hand against his heart to physically feel himself calm down, he focuses everything he's got on being calm, cool, rational... and if all else fails, he's calling his mother. As the crackling gets a little louder, Dave runs a hand through his hair to give off that rumpled 'I-Just-Woke-Up' impression and asks, "Janis, who was- oh hi." See? Never even knew you were here. Janis points, waves her finger around, "Wassat?" Looking over at Dave, quite apologetically that she failed at seducing them away (honestly, how would that have worked?) "Oh! You're up!" Before the little handheld device swung his way, the SHIELD Agent turned it off, startled enough by the target's arrival. "Mr. Samson? We're with the Supreme Headquarters International Espionage Law-enforcement Division-" "Oh, wow. SHIELD. Uhm," Dave put his best bewildered look on display. "What can I help you with?" "We have a few questions regarding the accident claim on your vehicle. The damage was said to be sustained with a 'Hulk' attack?" "Didn't know you did car insurance," Dave mutters quietly to himself before coughing into his hand, returning to what everyone should be hearing. "Yes, I made that claim. You have questions?" "Yes, such as the fact you reported the Hulk stepping through your car to head-" "I'm- I'm really sorry," Dave interrupts, still walking forward across the room and towards the door. "But... I haven't been feeling very well and it's rather late, I have to be up early for a court procedure meeting at 6am..." Just a bit of whine in his voice. "I'd be happy to answer any questions, sirs, but really. It's late." Janis watches this all quietly, tugging on her ears and fiddling with her hair. Dave looks like he needs a bit of help now, at the door. Janis attempts to shoo the men, "We've got to be up early. It's late. The little old lady downstairs will probably start banging on the ceiling any moment now." Janis has no idea who or what lives downstairs, actually. "Just a minute of your-" "And by all rights, honestly, unless you have a search warrant, you really can't be in here without my express permission. Trust me, sirs, I would be more than happy to cooperate with just as many question as you can think of, just not at-" A quick check of the clock "-11 o'clock at night." "Mr. Samson-," the smaller one tries to sound insistent but throwing around the term 'warrant' took a little wind out of their sails. "Gentlemen, please. Meet me in my office, say... noon? I'll skip lunch, really. Just, not right now." With the combined might of both Dave and Janis, the two agents have been escorted plainly to the door. "Tomorrow, your office at noon?" "You're SHIELD, I'm sure you know where I work." Dave stiffles a yawn with the back of his hand. Janis waves weakly. "Byyyyye!" Once the men are in the hallway, they'll be able to hear the door lock and the door chain slide on. Quite possibly, Janis leaning against the door and watching them through the peep hole. She holds one finger up behind her head. Shh, wait until they leave before we freak out. "Thanks a lot, g'night!," Dave adds cheerfully. The door closes, the lock goes on and Dave holds it as long as he needs to, just until Janis gives him the signal that their gone and then he'll slump to the floor to sit in a heap. "... oy." Janis sits next to him, practically on him. She whispers (just in case), "Oh my god, what does this mean?" All the terror he'd been shoving down to the pit of his stomach to put on a brave face for the agents and Janis is starting to bubble up to the surface like a bad stomach ache. His head goes right into his hands. "Ohhhh I don't know," he quietly moans in defeat. Janis wraps her arms around Dave's shoulders, "Look, look, you can call your mom first thing in the morning, she'll be there with you when they come at noon." Jen will fix everything! She pets his hair, "I attempted to use my feminine wiles to confuse and bewilder them." Janis holds him in. "Well, I'm pretty confused and bewildered." He closes his eyes for just a moment and gets his head on straight ignoring the little voice in the back of his brain that wants to go after those two agents and break their fucking heads in- Whoa. Calm down. "I think... yeah. Yeah, I'll call Mom in the morning, I'm sure she knows someone who knows something." Dave sneaks a peek at Janis. "Do you think they know?" "Baby, they're SHIELD. Of course they know." So sorry to say, David. She continues to cling to Dave. "C'mon, I hear dulcet tone of Colbert's voice, let's not think about this anymore tonight." "Ohhhhhh God," Dave sighs in worry and frustration. It'll be hard not to think of anything else. "Maybe I should call her now..." Janis tries her best Proper British Accent, "It's ever so late at night, David." This wrenches a smile out of him. "Well, how could i argue with that?" reaching up to give her hand a squeeze, David peels himself off the floor and chides himself for even having this reaction. There's no concrete evidence (that he knows of) on all of this, so there's nothing serious that could be done, right? ... right? Oh, they know and they're totally going to lock David up. Janis heads back to the couch for the last bits of The Daily Show. Jen will fix it, maybe they'll at least get conjugal visits. |