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The Robber Bridegroom. ([info]letalegroom) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
@ 2010-02-24 19:54:00
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Who: Robber Bridegroom Derek Martin and Cole Evans.
What: He's come to interview an English teacher for Education Spotlights. Cole doesn't need to know the truth yet.
Where: At Cole's work office.
When: Today in the later afternoon, between classes.
Warnings: None, except for extensive lying.



Jason always had his own rules to everything in life. People weren't actually people, the easily conned shined like magical beacons, and he was still the alpha creature on top of the game. This, however, was all a new addendum to his rules. He required something more substantial than just himself knowing what he did was right, he was intelligent enough to know that for fuck's sake. He needed justification for his actions and if he didn't find a way to do so, then what was the point?

Perhaps it wasn't so bright to prepare himself to meet the man he wanted to get to know further in a public situation, but after he had seemingly broken the ties between Cole and his precious girlfriend then watched the two reunite regardless, Jason felt the time called for desperate measures to be taken. Because of his skills as a confidence man, all it took for him to slip into Cole's place of work was a nice suit, faked credentials, a recorder, and a clip board. The rest? Simple charm. With the right tools, anyone could pass themselves off as a minute reporter for the New York Times. The man calling himself Derek Martin was no exception today.

The receptionist pointed him to the chairs in the lobby and he sat down and waited while she made a call to Professor Cole's office. The English teacher. Bookish fellow. LOVES Shakespeare. That was all he got out of the receptionist before sitting down. Chatty, she was.


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