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shiro. ([info]timetogo) wrote in [info]x_emplary,
@ 2008-04-07 19:37:00

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Entry tags:irene adler, shiro yoshida

going my way?
He pulled his coat tighter the moment he'd stepped out of the office building, throwing a squinted gaze up to the overcast skies lording over New York as he climbed the rest of the short steps down. Considering the generally sunny day he'd spent with his father just yesterday (he was supposed to go on Saturday but as the weather wasn't looking nice then, his father pushed the date to Sunday and much to both their lucks, it pulled through) in Washington DC, he would have thought that last Saturday was the end of the gloomy days if the news hadn't warned everyone about a stormy week ahead.

Shiro dearly hoped it wouldn't suddenly rain on him. He also made a mental note to bring along an umbrella tomorrow.

Turning around to Jacobs who called for him to take care, he smiled, raised a hand to wave and nodded, telling him to do the same. Left hand in his coat pocket, right just by the bag strap slung over his shoulder, he started over to the sidewalk and to his usual taxi waiting spot.

It was just when he was about to put on his Ray Ban glasses when two beeps would honk just behind him and he would turn in time to see that familiar blue-green Second Generation Nissan Sentra pulling over to his part of the sidewalk. Shiro grinned as he watched and he turned back to approach the driver's side of the vehicle. Leaning low enough to meet the driver in her eye level by the time the window would be rolling down, he said, "Ms. Irene."

[ Open to: Irene ]

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[info]catalysis
2008-04-07 02:25 pm UTC (link)
Irene responded with her trademark eyebrow raised scrutinizing looks, "I suppose I was not mistaken. Hop in."

The locks jumped up and the door to her side budged open with her hands remaining on the wheel.

The appearance and condition of the automobile already spoke a lot about its owner. Here was an owner who could afford the latest model that could run significantly faster and appear a knock-out on the streets. Still she chose to keep 'that old car' with some dents and scratches that the she didn't bother to repair anymore. Anyway, why would it matter? Everyone's eyes would be on somebody else's car.

As long as it drove better (to the owner's opinion), a working alarm system, and a pair of airbags, it was sufficient.

Once Shiro would take his seat, Irene would pop in the question whilst joining the flow of traffic, "You wouldn't mind a detour before the mansion, would you Mr. Yoshida?"

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[info]timetogo
2008-04-08 01:32 am UTC (link)
"Of course not," one leg of his glasses was slipped inside his polo top so that it hung there securedly while he pulled the seatbelts on and locked it. His bag was on his feet and between his two legs.

Having worked in an automobile retail company for Godknowshowlong, Shiro really had a lot to say about the car's condition but one would have to be a fool to bring that up to Irene -- and a fool he was not. Leaning towards the window, he said, "I hope it doesn't pour tonight..." then back to his seat, he turned to Irene and asked, "What's brought you here?"

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[info]catalysis
2008-04-09 06:06 am UTC (link)
Shiro's answer was the flipping open of the glove compartment. As all glove compartments would wont to contain, it had an assortment of both commonly used and abandoned objects: a box of cigarettes, table napkins, a newspaper issue dated 2005, packets of sugar, vehicle documents, a pen that no longer writes, and a dated map. More prominent though, brought by the glossy and colorful material, was a pair of entrance passes to a spelling quiz bee.

"There's an extra umbrella in the trunk."

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[info]timetogo
2008-04-09 06:45 am UTC (link)
"Uhh-- mmm..." was his absent-minded reply after the compartment completely just slacked on him, making him think it had a loose hinge of sorts and was just one of the many casualties the Sentra had taken on during the years. It was only when Shiro reminded himself of Irene's powers that a right would reach for the tickets and pick them out of their bed random things to look at them more closely. Both tickets had the time and venue of the program.

The quiz bee competition hadn't started yet, either.

Curious eyes fell on Irene as he showed them to her.

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