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Erebos ([info]the__dark__one) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-09-18 20:07:00

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Entry tags:erebos, ereshkigal

TRUTH AT THE BOTTOM OF A GLASS [Fiona]
WHO: Elias + Fee
WHAT: Spooky Meeting!
WHERE: Beacon Pub
WHEN: 8:30 p.m., Tuesday, September 6th
STATUS: Complete

The table Elias chose was well in the back of the raucous establishment. For a Tuesday night, the place was exceptionally crowded. Noise was its own sort of privacy, however, and Elias found he did not fault Ms. Fee for her selection of this meeting place.

Rubbing his free hand through his hair in an uncharacteristic gesture of weariness, the dark, suit-clad man looked every bit out of place as he felt. The old-fashioned set of paper notes in a steno pad on the table in front of him and the fountain pen of nondescript branding pinched between his thumb and forefinger marked him as a strange sort of customer, one who was not looking for the sort of thing one sought at dives like this. The beverage he'd ordered -- scotch on ice -- remained untouched. And Elias looked positively exhausted. His skin was pale and there were smudges under his eyes that brought out the middle-aged lines creeping in the corners above them.

It had been a sleepless night and a difficult workday. His living situation was beginning to wear at him. And then there was the very uncomfortable necessity of leaving Ms. St. Giles at her apartment early this morning. It reminded him of many things - none of which were things he wanted in his mind or heart. But there was more. His clear desperation must have made it so difficult for him to walk out that door, lock it, and slide the key under the door again. Eying the glass on the table, he decided the worst thing he could do right now is drink.

In short, Elias was tired, distracted, and looked it. Every so often he checked the doorway to the pub, but he didn't know who he was looking for. The girl's message made her sound young.... perhaps in her mid twenties. And there seemed to be a tie between her and Karin, although he hadn't figured out what it was.



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[info]ladyofaralu
2011-10-22 06:04 pm UTC (link)
"OK," she shrugged. As relaxed as his posture was, it occurred to her that he could easily be a plant for the building, somebody wandering around and getting information from people. She'd already noticed not seeing a couple of people around who she'd seen around before, and after what she and Max and found in that closet, she couldn't help but think that there was something seriously shady going on. She'd thought that maybe this guy would be someone who could help, or who maybe at least could shed some light on what was going on, but it seemed to Fee that he was all take and no give -- asking questions about Karin, about what happened that night, when this information could threaten people's careers, or lives.

As far as the memory flashes, there were the dreams. But he could have heard that from anybody. She couldn't see any good reason to trust him completely, especially when he was acting so shady.

Her beer came and she smiled at the waitress. "Thanks, doll."

But she didn't touch the glass, and instead kept looking at Elias Sandoa.

"I came here because somebody's gathering information on weird shit happening in the place where I live," she corrected him. "But I don't feel particularly inclined to spill my guts to you. Mostly because I don't know you, so I don't trust you. But also because if there's some kind of shenanigans happening at Pax, I don't see who elected you point man, and why if there's something important enough for you to be conducting interviews for, you're being so secretive about it."

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[info]the__dark__one
2011-10-26 03:20 am UTC (link)
Something behind his icy green eyes shifted, and his expression became both stony and cold -- but there was nothing in his face that had changed. He was too impatient for the games this young madam seemed hellbent on playing.

"Right," he bit out. The word carried finality - a period on a sentence. Drawing from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, he pulled out his wallet, tugged out a twenty and a five, and pinned the bills under the salt shaker. "You could have told me this in a message and saved us both the time."

It was uncharacteristically short of him, but if Fee wasn't satisfied with his own experiences and wanted him to betray the confidences of others, he would do without her insight. Collecting his things quickly, he stood. "I'm sorry to have bothered you."

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[info]ladyofaralu
2011-10-29 02:13 am UTC (link)
She shrugged as he rose, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. This was almost too easy. Fee hadn't come here with the intention of picking a fight, but she wasn't impressed by the Mr. Mysterio act, or his fancy suit, or his stiffness. He was digging up information on her and hers, and without saying much for himself. In her mind, that made him not only someone she should think twice about trusting, but someone to poke at some, too.

"I didn't know it when I wrote the message. Now I do. But no worries," she said, raising her glass to him. "No big bother. Thanks for the beer."

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[info]the__dark__one
2011-10-31 12:46 am UTC (link)
Irritated that he'd given her more information about himself - potentially compromising information - than she'd been willing to share herself, he did not respond to her other than to nod as he stepped away. There was nothing good about today -- nothing his exhaustion let him see, at least. And as he walked out of the bar and onto the street, the miniscule crunch of unidentified detritus under his heels, the only thoughts in his head were of women he had hardly met. Charlie. Catherine.

They were very important to him. Suddenly frustrated with the lack of logic behind what he was feeling, and the lack of assistance this Fee had been, he let the bar door close behind him harder than it should have. Perhaps tomorrow he would feel regret. Tonight, there was none.

He went home.

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