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Tweak says, "SAILING MISHAP!!"

Shane Marion (wolfishane) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-02-26 21:41:00

Entry tags:

big bad wolf, irene adler

Who: Iris and Shane
What: Joy Yee for a tracker exchange. And food.
Where: The lobby, Joy Yee
When: This evening
Warnings: TBA? Likely none?

Originally, when Shane had withheld Iris's tracker from her, he'd been highly curious about exactly what sort of criminal activity she'd gotten up to in order to be awarded with one. Now, frankly, that curiosity had shot down his priorities list. Most of his time lately had been spent trying desperately to find Boyd, and then, after that, gone back to trying to figure out some sort of solution to the problems that had driven her from him. Every time he thought about her in the women's shelter, for wounds he'd most likely inflicted, his mood only darkened further.

He was no longer much in the mood for cat-and-mousing or digging for more information, so when Iris came down the stairs, he had the tracker in hand. If she still wanted to go out after she got it back, he'd go, if for no other reason than to keep up some vague pretense of normalcy with his new acquaintance. Otherwise, he'd be going back to his apartment.

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nightmrholmes
2010-02-27 08:24 am UTC (link)

"I did," she said, with some enthusiasm even as they stepped out into the brisk cold. "During my honeymoon. It was absolutely breathtaking. So green." She paused to wait for the glaring cat eyes of traffic to screech past, then swung lightly from the curb. "It was like my mother was there with me. Probably just the accent. She gave it to me, it was something else when I was younger."

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	wolfishane 2010-02-27 08:39 am UTC (link)
	"I'd like to go someday," he said. "See it, if only once." "I got mine from my father," he said. Not entirely a lie. The accent actually came out of his childhood growing up there. What little Irish gaelic he knew, however, had come from his father. Mostly curses. "My mother's accent was never as strong. She wasn't born in the country." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

nightmrholmes
2010-02-27 08:56 am UTC (link)

"Oh, mom's was," ah, she thickened the accent up, natural, tilting her chin to think of it, "She would talk like the isle's own daughter for miles. Nobody could understand a word half the time."

Now at the door to Bellum, she turned to him, smile still warm. "You should go," she told him, earnestly. "As you said, at least once. You wouldn't believe how moist it is there, you can practically drink the air above the grass."

She paused, indulgently, then said softly, "You mother has gone on, I assume?" She picked up on the past-tense.

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wolfishane
2010-02-27 09:13 am UTC (link)

He smiled when she spoke of her mother, unthinking, uncalculated. It made him think of his own mother, the real one, who'd been Irish to her core in reality and had a thicker accent than his father.

"Maybe I will, if I can manage to get paid for my work every once in a while," he said, slipping back into the comfortable web of lies making up the fake life he'd put forward to her.

He hadn't even thought about it. Damn. He'd been so busy paying attention to her, listening to her accent for a hint of anything faked, that he'd forgotten the most basic of all the lies he usually told about his family. "She has," he said. "A few years back."

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nightmrholmes
2010-02-27 06:12 pm UTC (link)

Oh, Shane. Nothing Iris did was unthinking or uncalculated. She made mistakes, like the next person, but usually they were mistakes in judgment rather than involuntary action. There were some things, she knew, she could not hide, but those things were few indeed, and the biggest one she was almost sure she had a hold on. "Sorry to hear it." She paused, sighed. "I still pick up the phone sometimes before I remember."

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	wolfishane 2010-02-27 06:14 pm UTC (link)
	He glanced over. As with almost everything else she'd said in this conversation, he still wasn't sure whether or not to believe her. "Me too," he said. The statement was a lie, but the sentiment behind it was genuine enough to make it sound real. He held the door open for her, his back against it as he held the bags. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

nightmrholmes
2010-02-27 06:30 pm UTC (link)

She hobbled inside, and did not press him for further details of his family or origins as they got up to the second floor and to her door. Iris was in no hurry. She knew she would be in this building for some time in the foreseeable future (if all went well), and Shane's little knots could wait. Making herself even more suspicious only for the sake of her own curiosity and sense of security would be very foolish indeed. She must do something about the tracker... later. First she needed to sit down.

At her door, she recovered the bags from him and hung them over her wrist so that she could shoulder her way in. The door stopped short at about 10 inches of its own accord thanks to some device or stop on the other side, allowing her plenty of room to maneuver in while there was nothing to see on the other side. "Thank you for the company," she said, deliberately avoiding the subject that had brought them together.

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wolfishane
2010-02-27 06:35 pm UTC (link)

He watched her slide in through the gap with a small, incredulous smile. There was security, and there was paranoia. Iris obviously didn't even want him seeing what was just beyond her front door. He grabbed one of the bags when a carton inside began to slide, righting it on her wrist before backing up and watching her disappear through the gap.

"Any time," he said, doing her the courtesy of not mentioning it either.

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nightmrholmes
2010-02-27 06:40 pm UTC (link)

Iris? Paranoid? Well... perhaps. There was paranoid, and there was private. The more Occupations she had available to her, the better off she was, and revealing the apartment (which she was loathe to do anyway, out of some sense of pride or shame, she was sure) would limit her options. It would probably help the Harmless that she was going for, but she didn't want to take it too far. Iris put the bags down behind the door and caught her weight with her hand on the wall to close it behind her. Her ankle was throbbing like the devil, and she was going to have to find some ice. It made her think of Micah and the various ways he would be able to say 'I told you so.' She wasn't sure yet if she could trust Shane's discretion (Micah had a silly male objection to him, and it was beside the point entirely), but she would find out. "Good night."

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	wolfishane 2010-02-27 06:46 pm UTC (link)
	She looked exhausted from the walk, and he pulled back a step, readying to walk upstairs. "Goodnight," he said, giving her a nod through the door, then walked away. Iris continued to be a mystery. He wasn't sure if he bought her librarian job or her accent or her family history or her reason for being arrested. But that only served to make her more of a puzzle. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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