Joseph (laughinflames) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-02-21 14:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-01, daisy, joseph |
They just faked it to get money
Who: Bandit (NPC), Daisy, Joseph and random real-estate agent (NPC)
Where: House-hunting
When: Afternoon
The pitter-patter of rain falling was considered to be soothing to most; they even made CDs with the sound of it along with trickling streams, but to Joseph it was one of the worst sounds that had ever existed. When he woke up and heard it against the window he had groaned and willed it all away. Only it had not gone away. The fire elemental could not understand why it was necessary for it to be so loud. Earth existed without making any extra noises unless she was upheaving, Air was calm unless something got in its way and Fire, well, Fire was allowed to make every bit of noise that it wanted because it was his element and therefore leagues above the rest. Water, on the other hand, water should not be so noisy. And if it had to rain - he hated rain - then it should get it all done during the night when he was asleep or on those days when he had no desire whatsoever to leave the motel room. Today was absolutely the worst day for the rain to start up. Not even a light drizzle that could be ignored with a raincoat and a good hat, either, but a downpour that had soaked right through his shoes within ten minutes of leaving. If it could have been put off any longer then he would have been happy to, but he was getting sick of staying in the third-rate hotel that he and Daisy had taken up residence in. He had gone through all that effort of stealing a few wallets, a purse and several hours on the wireless network at Starbucks to make it so that Mr. and Mrs. Henry Speitz were a newly married couple with good credit scores, and Henry even had a little forest cottage further north that he liked to use for extensive hunting trips while getting away from business. Joseph wondered how people had gotten along before modern conveniences had made it so much easier for a good con-man to do... practically anything if he kept his wits about him.
So long as he never got caught, of course.
"You stay in the car," Joseph told Bandit as the real estate agent, a particularly chatty brunette who liked to flutter her eyelashes and bounce a little too much, pulled the car to a stop in front of a small, two-story house in one of the middle-class areas of town with a brick walkway and supposedly a garden around the back. She was talking about the advantages and seemingly paying no attention to the fact that Joseph was paying more attention to the raccoon he had not let into the car.
'I come in.' Bandit was not anywhere near as bothered by the rain as his elemental was. He had even splashed around in a puddle to prove how much it did not matter that he was soaked all the way through. If he had been confident that his tail would not have been lit on fire then he would have jumped on Joseph to get him wet. But the raccoon was pretty sure that, familiar or no, he was not actually immune to part of him getting lit on fire. 'Or. I go around back and check out the yard since I know you'll be all a freak and insist on getting and staying inside.'
Joseph ignored the raccoon and flashed a smile at whatever-her-name-was. "How about you go open up the door and we'll be right in? Wouldn't want Daisy to get too wet while she's hobbling along." A tittered laugh and the woman went to do just that. Joseph's smile was replaced by a frown as he looked out at the rain that he did not want to go out in. "I hope you can work those crutches fast because I'm not going to walk at a snail's pace because you got caught in some explosion." He rapped his knuckles against the glass and turned around so that he could look at where Daisy was seated. "You get to get out first. I've seen how long that can take with a broken leg." Plenty long enough to get soaked.