Evelyn Foster ✗ Mystique (usorthem) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2015-01-20 22:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | evelyn foster, gunnar richards |
Who: Eve Foster & Gunnar Richards
What: Scheming & plotting.
When: Forward dated to Wednesday, January 21st 2015
Where: Gunnar's place in Colorado
Warnings: Manic!Gunnar. ... And Eve.
When Gunnar didn't shown up for their weekly morning coffee, Eve was initially concerned. They had been meeting every Wednesday morning for a few months now, and he had always been beyond punctual. Gunnar was a man of principle, and impeccable manners. Honestly, she'd never met a man so concerned with being polite. It was refreshing, in a job surrounded by the slimiest of politicians. The U.N. wasn't exactly all sunshine and roses, some of the most vial people she'd ever come into contact with were the ones hiding behind the convenient guise of fighting for world peace. She wasn't one of the many gullible enough to fall for the act, but plenty of other people had. It was how people in politics kept themselves in office, after all. The whole charade was exhausting.
Gunnar was a breath of fresh air. He was thoughtful, intelligent, and he didn't immediately shy away from her more... radical ideas. She was attracted to his mind, and the way it so often seemed to coincide with her own. Gunnar Richards was able to engage her in a way that no one else had ever succeeded, or even bothered to try. They'd been having coffee once a week since shortly after they first met, at the same place, a cafe in Portland that had been Gunnar's favorite. To not see him already there waiting for her today was enough of a surprise, but when he still wasn't there twenty minutes later, she began to be legitimately concerned. Gunnar just wasn't the type to be late. He would find that rude, so she couldn't imagine that he would simply decide not to show up at all. Eve couldn't claim to know everything about the man, but she at least knew that much.
That's why she decided to pay a visit to Gunnar's home. She'd never had cause to before, but now seemed like an appropriate time to cross that boundary. Her skin was still prickling in the wake of that offensive, blatantly biased press conference with that Camelot PR spokesman, and assuming Gunnar was in fact still breathing and not dead in a ditch (as that would be the only acceptable reason for standing her up), she had half a mind to forgive him if she had the chance to consult Gunnar about this new development that she'd been obsessing over since she watched the live coverage on Monday. The MTN ride was short, and the drop in temperature when she emerged from the station shocking at first, but she easily adjusted to the change in weather. Once she reached Gunnar's place, she resisted the temptation to do her usual thing of going through a back way and instead, stood appropriately outside the front door and rapped sharply on it once.