Quinn McFarlane (error404) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2014-04-25 23:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam malloy, quinn mcfarlane |
Who: Adam Malloy and Quinn McFarlane
What: Meeting up.
Where: Bremerton, WA.
When: Friday Evening
It had been a long week for Quinn McFarlane, working in a small office with a man she was incredibly pissed off with. She'd given up trying to figure out on a day by day basis whether it was Connor in the office or one of his clones. This week, it definitely wasn't worth the effort. Which isn't to say she wasn't cordial where work necessitated, she liked to be professional about things, but her job was as far as her conversations went during the past week. At least the filing systems were up to date, and she had cleared through all the old accounting records and balanced the books somehow. A feat impressive in itself. By the time Friday arrived, she was completely ready for the weekend. She could really start apartment hunting then.
Things don't turn out the way they're planned, and Layla was about to throw a gigantic curve-ball at the weekend.
We need to be in Bremerton by five o'clock tonight.
Quinn paused, mid-task. It wasn't often that Layla spoke up so obviously. Normally the two of them were on the same wavelength and not much needed to be said between the two of them, but Quinn had realised long ago that if Layla said something, you paid attention. As much as she had professed to not knowing stuff, it didn't quite mean that sometimes she still did. Or Layla did a at any rate. Still a quick search found there to be only one place named Bremerton, a town in Washington state. That immediately put Quinn on edge. While she wasn't talking to Connor, she had been paying attention to the journals, and she was pretty sure that the new guy claiming to be Rictor lived out in Washington.
Still, ignoring Layla's knowledge had brought about some pretty catastrophic events in the past. Quinn figured it was better to just get this over and done with.
By 4:45pm, she was sitting outside Coffee Oasis in Bremerton, people watching. She wasn't even sure she'd recognise the guy.
There. Get up. Came the voice in her head once more. She jumped, practically spilling her iced coffee, and screeched out of her seat. That was going to get tiresome. But she had seen who Layla was talking about. Now she just had to figure out a way of introducing herself that didn't make her seem like a crazy stalker.