Emilie Moreau (emilie_moreau) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-07-15 23:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | emilie moreau, ~adam price |
Discussing The Alternative
Who: Adam and Emelie
Where: The Wild Coyote
When: Wednesday Afternoon - July 14th
He looked up at the bar sign that read, "The Wild Coyote," before adjusting his glasses a moment and heading inside. Dr. Adam Price had picked a day and time where the bar wouldn't be overly crowded and he could have Emilie Moreau's undivided attention, her file tucked under his arm.
Adam had extensive contacts all over the world, one of which was located here in Las Vegas. They had contacted him with some information about a Hunter, one Emilie Moreau to be specific, and Adam was always in the market for someone with the skills Ms. Moreau had.
The shrink to the supernatural took a seat at the bar, setting the file folder on the counter and waited.
Emilie was in a more subdued mood this evening, fortunately enough for Adam, and was flitting around the bar as if she had wings. She was currently wearing a cream coloured knee-high skirt, with a black V-neck long-sleeved shirt, which covered up any bruises nicely. She gave Adam a bright smile as she rounded behind the bar to set down some empty glasses.
"Hey there, handsome. I haven't seen you in here before," she said to him. Trust me, she'd have noticed him if he’d been in there before. He definitely looked like her type.
"Well," Adam started to say with a small crooked smile and a chuckle while he adjusted his glasses a bit, "You wouldn't be incorrect. This is my first time here." He tapped the file folder on the counter in front of him, "I'm actually here to see someone."
She glanced at the folder and set a hand on her hip as she met his eyes, "Well now, I know just about everyone around here. Why don't you tell me the name and I'll see if I can help you." It was funny given the violent nature of her job, how truly sweet she could come across as.
Adam opened the folder and turned around so that the woman wasn't reading it upside down, "I'm actually here to speak to you, Ms. Moreau." Digging into the inner pocket of his black denim jacket, the Telepath pulled out the business card of Havenwood, the large estate he ran that was refuge to all sorts of supernatural people and beings. Placing the card over Emilie's file, he introduced himself, "My name is Adam Price, and I could use someone with your extensive skills on my staff."
"I see," Emilie murmured. She took the card and read it carefully, before slipping it into her shirt (her bra, more specifically). She closed the folder and picked it up, holding it to her chest. "Follow me." She didn't wait for any response from him, but instead led the way to the office that she shared with her siblings. In a closed environment now, she indicated to the chair opposite the desk while she took a seat behind it, setting the folder down and opening it again. This, it seemed, was Emilie in serious!mode. "And what would you require me to do, exactly, Mr. Price?"
The file itself was information on Emilie's various career as a Hunter along with a few of Havenwood's more...permanent (and dangerous)...residents. Adam was of a curious nature and while she asked her question, the man couldn't help but look around the office, looking at anything that decorated the walls, furniture, etc. while he explained what he was doing there, "For the most part, you could think of Havenwood as the real life equivalent of Charles Xavier's school for mutants." He turned toward Emilie a moment with a smirk before turning his attention back to what he was doing, "However," The Telekinetic adjusted his glasses and continued, "The estate also houses several creatures that are the last of their kind, or the more dangerous denizens of the supernatural world that shouldn't be walking around if you know what I mean." As he said this, Adam finally took the offered seat, "From time-to-time, I need help containing these more dangerous creatures for their protection as well as ours."
"Containing... is not something I'm in the business of doing," she replied, watching him now, as he appeared to be assessing her life. The office was shared, of course, which meant that it had hints of personality of her siblings, as well as hers. The things that were hers, were a collection of small crystal animals (or fairytale creatures, as the unicorn was her favourite), as well as traditional bladed weapons. She had a thing for both delicate and deadly, it seemed. "Usually. I don't take pleasure in killing, but I do wonder if an alternative would be better, sometimes."
"And I'm offering an alternative, Ms. Moreau," Adam said with a smile, "Havenwood is about refuge and guiding those that seek help. In addition to that, we preserve the more unique aspects of our world."
"Emilie," she replied, offering him a small smile as she stood, taking the file folder with her. She closed it and rounded the desk, before leaning back against it, facing him. "You make it sound almost like Utopia. Almost."
"Adam," He chuckled, adjusting his glasses once again and shook his head, "It's hardly a Utopia, Emilie. Havenwood is merely...a place for people in the supernatural world to go to when they need it."
"Sounds kinda perfect to me," she replied, wrinkling her nose cutely. She handed the file folder back to him, honestly impressed by how extensive it was. "If I were…. To take a position at Havenwood, what makes you think that I’d be helpful? Given my previous… experience, I could be more of a hindrance, considering I might have hunted a few of your… guests? Is that the word I want to use?"
Taking the file folder back, Adam stood and smiled once again, "I'll worry about that." Adjusting his glasses again, the Telepath asked, "So...um, if you're interested give me a call."
"You'll have my decision by the end of the week," she assured him. She’d have to think about it, of course… And talk to her siblings. She doubted their opinions would cloud her choice, but she always spoke to them about things.
"Great!" Adam held out his hand to shake Emilie's, "I look forward to hearing from you, Emilie."
She took his hand and gently shook it, "It was... an education meeting you, Adam."
The man laughed at little at Emilie's comment and shook his head as he replied modestly, "Oh, I don't know about that." Adam cleared his throat a little, "It was certainly a pleasure meeting you, though."