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| Friday, August 22nd, 2008 | |
| 9:48 pm [poorsnarkyboy] |
Stranger in a Strange Land "This is it, Mars," Logan said. "The scariest thing you've ever faced." They stood on the far edge of a huge parking lot, hot and sweaty from the mile walk from their motel. At the other edge of the parking lot, hazy with heat, was a familiar blue and grey big box store. Wal-Mart. Logan looked at it with interest. He'd heard so much about it, he hoped it would live up to the hype. There was a small Starbucks attached to it, with internet access. After scrounging up supplies, Logan was going to send an email to the address Dick had given him years ago. He hoped it was still good. But first, time to gather up supplies. Logan rolled up his sleeves, pulled his shirt tail out of his pants. At least he had clean underwear. He'd offered them to Veronica that morning, after a long night on scratchy sheets, and the look she'd given him still made him grin. God, what he'd do right now for some Listerine and a toothbrush. "C'mon, Veronica. You never faced anything so intimidating, have you?" An unbidden image of his father blindsided him, and he hunched his shoulders slightly, shook it off. "So. We can blow $100 bucks here. Just the basics." He wondered if that included a new Blu-Ray disk of Easy Rider. He started walking across the heat magnet that was the parking lot. "You coming?" |
| Friday, July 25th, 2008 | |
| 3:33 pm [lifeisthis] |
Always the Outcast Who: Veronica and Logan Where: Veronica's apartment, her car, and a TBA place. When: Friday afternoon What: Veronica is having some troubles with her job. When you work in the FBI, that means pretty big trouble. But allegiance to an old friend makes it hard to know what the 'right thing' is. Ever since Matt had figured out that Logan not only knew Curtis Mayfield, but worked for him, Veronica had been worried. Matt was trying to build up his case before presenting it to the big heads. Matt had even interrogated Veronica about Logan. Think that had been fun? No siree. Needless to say - it was a problem. Veronica knew that she'd be outed for 'covering' facts, because that's what the FBI did best (discovering your secrets). No one would flinch for a second to hear her out, or give a rich guy like Logan (with a colorful record) a moment to redeem himself. He was already guilty. And Veronica didn't even know how guilty she was. She could get out now. Turn him in. Tell them everything she knew. Work with Logan while the FBI listened in with wire taps. She could save herself. But there was no saving them both. There was no saving him. It didn't sit well with her. She paced her apartment, wondering bizarre and unimportant things like why she'd never repainted the ugly taupe walls. She hated those walls. It was Friday, one p.m. She was supposed to be at lunch, but she had a major lack of appetite. She had eaten a couple of crackers. She couldn't be sure when Matt would go to the authorities. <i>You can't save him.</i> She reached for the TV remote and turned it on, and then cranked the sound to almost maximum volume. --- Fifteen minutes later she was out the door. She drove in the opposite direction of her office. The curtains were pulled in her apartment, and the TV was still on inside of the place. When she stopped at a street light she pulled a cellphone out of her coat pocket. It wasn't her usual cell. She didn't have her purse, either. Veronica dialed for Logan. |
| Friday, July 4th, 2008 | |
| 11:12 pm [lifeisthis] |
Identity Crisis (You Aren't What You Seem) Veronica had been put on assignment for July 4th. That was the kind of work grunts had to do. Although her officer had tried to make it sound appealing (with a mischievous grin) by saying she would still get to see fireworks, wear a dress (he didn't know Veronica that well), be at a party, and bring a date. Of course, the date was also assigned. It happened to be another first year fed, Matt Woolf. That would be the ex-boyfriend that she'd dated while at Quantico. He was passionate about his job, and about being the best. That meant he was bitter at Veronica, and wanted to out-shine her at their job. Veronica sometimes wondered if Matt had requested to be in San Diego just because Veronica was going to be there. For, you know, continuous annoyance potential. And to keep making her life hell by smiling hatefully as he tried to do everything better than her. Still, she did her best to ignore his muttered comments as she escorted her to a party thrown at Crestwood Valley Country Club. They were scoping out a woman they believed to have been kidnapped at an early age and then changed her identity. It's not as though she was guilty of a crime (not that her papers for a new identity could be all that legal), but her family was still looking for her (hoping she wasn't dead) and the FBI wanted to find the guy who'd snatched her, as he was wanted as a suspect in other cases. Someone had called the tip line, and now they were following up on this tip. Was Rebecca Riley secretly Ann Fry? They'd studied family home videos with Ann in them, and now they (Mars and Woolf) studying Rebecca's movements, voice, mannerisms, even what appetizers she declined. Everything could be something. Things were strained between Veronica and Matt, though he didn't know why. It was because the FBI was interested in Curtis Mayfield. How soon would it be until they found the name Logan Echolls mixed-up with all of this? Veronica was doing the right thing, but it's not as though the FBI would believe that. She wore a pale yellow strapless dress that hit above her knees, and smiled the smile of someone who wanted to tell you there was spinach in your teeth but was bound by polite society to say nothing. Only, in the case of Veronica, she had a lot more secrets than that. Matt had gone off to get a drink somewhere in the din of this place, so she sighed with relief and leaned against a wall. Thong underwear is never worth the uncomfortable price of having no panty-line, she thought. That was a thought she'd had many times in life. Still, there she stood. Always a wallflower, never the prom queen. Not that she minded. |
| Tuesday, July 1st, 2008 | |
| 8:58 pm [poorsnarkyboy] |
Phone call from Logan Echolls to Veronica Mars |
| Tuesday, June 24th, 2008 | |
| 9:06 pm [poorsnarkyboy] |
June 26th, 2008 12:30 PM San Diego Office of West Horizon / San Diego FBI Offices "Again, she approached you?" Mayfield's voice on the phone was blank, as usual, a bit obscured by the buzz of the speaker phone. Logan adjusted a cufflink, trying to keep his hands busy to hide their slight shake. He knew Mayfield was on the East Coast, but some irrational voice told him the man was in the next room, would be able see exactly what Logan was thinking. Sending the file had been a big risk. "She's a friend from college. Just lunch." He paused, fingers playing with the cufflink. "It's just a coincidence with her job." There was a long pause from Mayfield. "Milk her a bit, Logan. See if she knows anything." "She's only been a fed for about a year. She's still a grunt." "Do it anyway." His voice carried a hint of impatience. "Yes, sir." Logan was abruptly reminded of Aaron, of his casual commands and casual acceptance he would be obeyed. The thought made him clench his jaw, made him more sure he was doing the right thing. "I'll call you tonight." He drove himself, the streets of San Diego half-familiar and becoming clearer as he made his way to the FBI offices downtown. Neptune was a mere hour away, and he was surprised at the temptation to head that way, to find the beach that had been his second home. For a brief moment he caught of a glimpse of the Pacific through San Diego's skyline, and could nearly taste sea water. No matter what happened, he promised himself, he would go surfing as soon as he could. It was Veronica's fault he even realized he missed it. And hadn't that been a kick in the crotch, him opening his email on one of the worst days of his life and see this "Hey There" in his inbox. He could practically hear her faux cheerful tone, the little squeak at the end that told him she was exaggerating her cute blonde petiteness. "Hey There." Right. And the day before he had listened as Mayfield ordered the death of Wes Whitmore. He took his exit, the skyrise the FBI offices inhabited looming over him. He found the parking lot, took the ticket, and walked through the echoing garage, heading for the elevator. Again, a slight adjustment ot cufflinks, to the tie at his throat, to the lay of his jacket over his shoulders. Mayfield had groomed him, had ordered his suits, shown him the correct knot for his tie. He felt like choking. He missed the easy weight of t-shirts and jeans, the way they made him feel like himself. He hadn't felt like Logan Echolls in a long time. Not until that chirpy little "Hey There" appeared in his inbox. |
| Sunday, June 22nd, 2008 | |
| 3:53 am [lifeisthis] |
E-mail to Logan From: VMars@--- To: LEcholls@--- Date: Friday June 20th, 2008 Subject: Hey, there. Timestamp: 3:00 a.m. Hey Logan, I ran out of chain mails to forward and we haven't talked for a while so I thought I might just do something crazy like send a letter that isn't about cute kittens. Although, you gotta admit - I send the cutest ones. It's one of my untapped talents that I plan to exploit when I'm old and lonely. I also plan to dye any gray hair pink. So, I have an exciting future planned. As for the present? Hmm...life updates...I somehow ended up with a plant in my apartment and I'm feeling like a bad plant-mommy. How do I know when it needs water? I need a plant that I can understand. Like a cactus. Self-reliant, and yea, maybe a little prickly. That's their charm. Curious about your life, I'm not too aware of much going on in it. I'm nosey, so I like the details. Like, are you addicted to 'The Office' now? Did you start wearing polo shirts with little alligators on them? Send photographic proof if that is the case. I made a bet with Wallace. And if I make some extra cash, maybe I can hire a plant-nanny. Or someone to dispose of the thing quietly in a back alley... :D Say, you don't know anyone named Curtis Mayfield, do you? Long story. Just wanted to ask. Always want to expand my social circle, you know. Well, there' still time for me to get a solid three hours of sleep. Joy! Better jet. E-mail me back, okay? V |