Alexandre Tyrell (frostbite__) wrote in theunboundic, @ 2020-05-29 08:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! time: july 3 - 9, alexandre tyrell, calvin llewellyn, winnifred kinney |
Take your medicine
Who: Fred, Cal, Alex
What: A different kind of house call
Where: Town jail
When: Sunday evening, July 3rd, soon after Antoine's departure
With the vast majority of the Ellevra gone, Alexandre had been miserly with the few remaining pills in his possession, not wanting to risk going without when it was truly needed. Another shipment from Belailles would arrive in time, but when there was precisely one person in the whole damned town that he trusted, it did not seem prudent to frivolously consume the remaining drug stores and chance being caught without when it was truly needed. And if there was ever going to be a day that he needed Ellevra, the day of the Danu’s arrest surely qualified. The Aurellians had proven themselves to be violent savages time and time again, and the removal of their cultural leader was bound to only aggravate them further.
Fear hadn’t governed his decision to swallow one of the pills prior to taking the car into Glynn proper. Thinking about the broiling resentment in the village stirred nothing but a sense of vague disdain in him, but disdain did not make him reckless. He had calculated the increased likelihood of an altercation of some description and had taken a step, and a pill, to negate that risk.
If Alex had cared enough to imagine what the Marshal’s office was like on any other given Sunday evening, he would have figured it would be manned by one officer, likely asleep at their desk for lack of any real work to do. As it stood, he had no interest in the place or its people when they served no purpose to him, and no prior vision of what he would be walking into. Consequently, he felt no harsh jolt of surprise (or even a mild one) to see the veritable hive of activity that so deviated from the norm. His cool, removed gaze passed over a harried-looking Clove officer whose head flew up at the sound of the door opening, chapped lips already parting as if to mechanically order him to leave. Apparently Alex wasn’t who he expected, the jail had most likely had a flood of provincial townsfolk, and the russet haired man was left slack-jawed, a mercy which Alex thanked by passing by without a word of acknowledgement. He easily dismissed the man from his mind as he caught sight of the woman responsible for the arrest that had lured him from the luxury of Belmont Manor. “Deputy Kinney,” he greeted, cool and polite, as if he were addressing an equal. Truth was that Kinney meant as much to him as a fence post, but both had their uses. The woman who had done what even Marshal Bellamy had not, and he would use the title she had earned. “I was wondering if I might have a word with you.”
He hadn’t wondered for even a moment, and there was no real choice but to accept, yet he would not be so crass as to outright demand an audience.