March 19th, 2010
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February 10th, 2010
February 1st, 2010
January 20th, 2010
He was wearing his suit (as always).
He had appropriate ID (Mr. Paul Winston, school inspector, thank you very much).
He had a briefcase with all kinds of relevant paperwork inside it (New York Times, for one, with a half-finished crossword inside it).
He pulled up outside Cassidy and Frost's Academy, and got out of the car where he proceeded to inspect the front of the building. After that, he walked to the front door and hammered on it.
He had appropriate ID (Mr. Paul Winston, school inspector, thank you very much).
He had a briefcase with all kinds of relevant paperwork inside it (New York Times, for one, with a half-finished crossword inside it).
He pulled up outside Cassidy and Frost's Academy, and got out of the car where he proceeded to inspect the front of the building. After that, he walked to the front door and hammered on it.
December 21st, 2009
August 18th, 2009
So this was the Rao Institute. Pete stood by the driver's side of his rental car, leant on the roof and studied the building. It didn't look like the pictures in the various brochures or on the websites. Well, no. That was stupid. It obviously looked like the pictures. The pictures didn't make him think that the whole place was just ever-so-slightly fucked-up, though. This place? Gave him goosebumps.
He fought the urge to light up one of his limited supply of Regal Kingsize, and went round to open the boot. Three suitcases were lifted out and arranged by the side of the car, and he absently wondered how much shit Betts actually needed. Then he was over at the passenger door, holding it open and looking every inch like an extremely worried boyfriend. Very aware of the two people standing at the front door watching them - and not-so-secretly hoping that one of them was the guy who carried the luggage- he held his hand out to Betts, then waited for her to take it and get out of the car. "You got everything you'll need, luv? All sorted?"
He fought the urge to light up one of his limited supply of Regal Kingsize, and went round to open the boot. Three suitcases were lifted out and arranged by the side of the car, and he absently wondered how much shit Betts actually needed. Then he was over at the passenger door, holding it open and looking every inch like an extremely worried boyfriend. Very aware of the two people standing at the front door watching them - and not-so-secretly hoping that one of them was the guy who carried the luggage- he held his hand out to Betts, then waited for her to take it and get out of the car. "You got everything you'll need, luv? All sorted?"