Ethan Shaw ♟ Heathcliff (hauntme) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-11-03 16:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | ethan shaw, molly clifton |
Who: Ethan Shaw and Molly Clifton
What: Ethan thinks he's taking a meeting with big time movie producer George Hardy. Nooot exactly...
When: Wednesday afternoon, November 3 2010
Where: Sunrise Studios
Warnings: Oh, god. I don't even know. Run for your lives?
Things certainly had been more then a little interesting for Ethan since they'd all gotten back from the weird reality jump that still no one seemed to be able to explain even a little bit. Not like he gave a shit, he already knew the Agency was useless, and as it happened, that little trip to an alternate reality had done him a real service so he could hardly be angry about it. Molly Clifton, the reincarnate of Catherine fucking Earnshaw. Ethan had been dreading the day a reincarnate of Cathy showed up, but he was glad for the advanced notice. It was cute, the way she'd been trying to play him, too bad the Forces that Be seemed to still be working more in his favor then hers. Some things never changed.
He'd made a sincere effort to stay away from her, away from the boards since their one conversation following the shift in realities, and it wasn't without great effort on his part. Keeping Heathcliff contained these past few weeks had never been so difficult, and Ethan had years of practice keeping him in some semblance of control. But things were different now, it wasn't as easy. Cathy was here, their Cathy, and as much as Ethan hated and resented the bitch that's exactly what she was. When it came down to it, Ethan and Heathcliff were really of one mind, always had been as scary of a notion as that was. For thirteen years he'd understood his reincarnate perfectly, and he him. He didn't give a fuck that she had been married then and if she was married or not now, she had always been theirs.
After all the excitement within the ranks of the Resistance the day before, today had been a huge let down. By lunch time Ethan was already bored out of his mind and considering shirking the rest of his duties for the day just because he really could care less. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that he had a scheduled meeting with George Hardy at three o'clock, big time Hollywood producer and someone he hoped to collaborate on his next project with. The guy was a dick but who was Ethan to judge? At least he was respectable, not a complete sell out like so many other movie producers in the business. And he had connections Ethan didn't, so he was making this happen if it was the last thing he did.
When his secretary buzzed over the intercom at exactly three o'clock on the dot, Ethan didn't wait for her to say anything before he said, "Send him in," and then shut his lap top, reclining back in his chair a little and waiting for George Hardy to walk through the door. When the much anticipated knock came and the door finally opened, Ethan could not in a million years have predicted what actually walked into the room and shut the door behind her. "What the fuck are you doing here?"