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Eliot Spencer ([info]_thatswhatido) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2010-05-24 14:35:00

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Entry tags:eliot spencer, seeley booth

Who: Eliot and Booth
What: Eliot's bored, Booth wasn't doing anything. The obvious answer is shooting some pool.
Where: Complex, then the nearest place with a pool table
When: December 23rd
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

Eliot needed to get out. Between the impending holidays and the argument going on that he didn't feel like getting involved in, restlessness had taken over and he needed to be elsewhere than the same four walls he'd seen since his second arrival in Lawrence. As to what, the answer seemed simple. Pool, darts, anything he could get someone to compete against, maybe even make a few bucks off of. No longer having a bank account had forced him back to old habits to make extra money.

Booth had posted on the boards at just the right time. He remembered the FBI agent mentioning pool at some point and it saved him the trouble of having to find someone interested in playing. It wasn't like he was doing anything important anyway. Grabbing his coat, he headed up to the fifth floor. Instead of knocking, he delivered a half-hearted kick to the base of Booth's door.

"Hey, you ready?"


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[info]hates_clowns
2010-05-24 07:10 pm UTC (link)
Booth hadn't been planning on going out, but Eliot mentioned pool. He had a soft sport for the game and had been a shark back in the early days when gambling was an issue. It wasn't anymore or so he liked to think. Besides Eliot hadn't mentioned money involved. It was just a friendly game so Seeley was more then willing. He hadn't had alot of time to just hang out with anyone the past few weeks between making a name for himself at the FBI and that hunting case in LA. It would be good for both of them. Booth missed Angela and Eliot. As intent as he'd been in staying in, those two were his key out. He'd go for them.

Booth pulled on a leather jacket and his gun. In this world he wasn't taking a chance of being caught without it. Just as he strapped it on he heard Eliot and nodded even though he couldn't see it. "Yeah, hang on." Cellphone, gun, wallet, keys, check. He had to double check everything since his blackout. It made him uncomfortable if he didn't. Booth relaxed a little and managed to breathe when everything was mentally checked off. Only then did he leave and join Eliot in the hall. "Lets get out of here." He grinned and headed for the lobby and outside. "you're lucky." He stated as a matter of factly. "I don't just move for anyone."

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[info]_thatswhatido
2010-05-24 07:27 pm UTC (link)
Leaning against the opposite wall, Eliot pulled his keys out of his pocket and tossed them lazily in the air. They landed with a soft clatter in his other hand before being tossed again. The back and forth game went on for a couple of minutes until the door opened and the keys landed in his right hand, fingers closing around them. Pushing away from the wall, he fell into step beside the other man.

"You announced that you were doing nothing important. It's your own damn fault if someone tells you to move," he pointed out as he headed through the lobby door, hands sliding into the pockets of the leather coat as a brisk gust kicked up around them. "I don't know how you could just sit there. I'd be going out of my mind." Was going out of his mind.

"There's a place a few blocks over, unless you know some place better."

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[info]hates_clowns
2010-05-24 07:45 pm UTC (link)
He grinned and shrugged. "What can I say, I'm a masochist. " Slipping a hand in one of his pockets and shrugging. Once they got outside he had to admit it felt better then being indoors all day. "I know that one, it's fine. " Pausing as they started the walk over and gave Eliot a raised brow. "You just picked that place because theirs no risk of karaoke." A hint of amusement written in his features.

"You don't like just having days where you do absolutely nothing?" He didn't like them wide spread, but inbetween business they were a godsend and Booth didn't have any complaints taking them. He liked having days of beer and comics. Or actually getting to watch some of the shows these people did. It was a rare treat when it occurred.

"I'm not that picky with my bars. "

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[info]_thatswhatido
2010-05-24 08:03 pm UTC (link)
"Man, I've sat through a performance of The Sound of Music where the reviewers decided they'd rather root for the Nazis," Eliot stated, glancing over at him. "You gave Maria a run for her money." Yet he'd sat through the entire performance just to support Sophie. If that wasn't being supportive of the team, he didn't know what was.

He wondered if they thought he'd just up and left, deciding on his own was better than working with the crew. No one was going to be able to guard their backs as well as he had. They'd stayed together because they worked together. That was all there was to it. Eliot swore under his breath and brushed away the strands of hair that blew into his vision when another gust kicked up.

"Once in a while, when I've got a good book to read or a game to watch," he replied, shaking his head. "I just can't sit and do nothing for a long stretch of time." Eliot shrugged. "I used to move around a lot. Now I'd be lucky if a plane ticket didn't bankrupt me," he said dryly. "Would've been nice if bank accounts came along for the ride."

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[info]hates_clowns
2010-05-24 08:58 pm UTC (link)
He couldn't help but laugh and shook his head. "Damn right I did. Nobody can resist Hot Blooded. " For a minute though he sobered slightly and frowned. "It was me and my partner's song." He'd made it theirs, but it was still theirs. "I didn't even know she was capable of liking music till I found it in her CD's." He admitted with a shrug and looked over with an arched brow.

"Stupid question. You okay?" The bar wasn't that far away at least. Booth knew that booze wasn't the answer but if he couldn't get any out of him it might loosen him up a bit at the very least. He didn't like how much he'd been drinking in this world when the money started coming in, so he'd cut back majorly. But some days were just crappy and it was necessary.

"I can't either, but after that Hunt in LA. It was needed. That thing was messed up. " He made a face at the memory of Needy finding the 'skin-suit', and was glad he didn't have to see it for once.

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[info]_thatswhatido
2010-05-24 11:01 pm UTC (link)
Eliot briefly entertained the idea of telling him that it wasn't a compliment but like Hardison on a geek spiral, there was nothing that was going to convince him otherwise. Instead, he shrugged. "More of a Skynyrd fan myself. Call Me the Breeze." When the joking stopped, he glanced over. "You and your partner had a song? Two of you must've been close."

He shook off the slump as quick as it set in. Like hell he was going to backslide into some maudlin pity party because of circumstances out of his control. He'd do what he could do while he was here and get back to the crew when he could. They could take care of themselves, had been long before they'd become a team. "I'm fine. Thought I heard something back there but I didn't hear anything else." he answered, expression unreadable again.

"Most of the shit they went over at that camp is messed up. Probably more so when you've got nothing back home to compare it to." There weren't too many of them that had a complete lack of supernatural influence on their world and it was a bigger education than he expected. There were still some mornings he expected to wake up in his own apartment again and find it was all a dream, but he'd been there long enough to know it was reality.

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[info]hates_clowns
2010-05-25 09:41 pm UTC (link)
Booth was set in mind that it was the best compliment, so Eliot not arguing it was probably going to be the greatest decision of their night out. " I Know A Little." He corrected and shook his head at the song name. "Some of the best guitarists." He loved classic rock. Skynrd, Foreigner. Queen, all the classics. " When Eliot looked over he shrugged. "Yeah, she started writing mysteries. We had a psycho a while back who took the work to literally and started killing people exactly how they were portrayed in the novels. I stayed at her house as protection and found it in her CD collection. It was the first song we ever sang together. It kinda became our song after that." He smirked. "She's way better at singing then I am." He admitted with a grin.

Seeley had been trying not to do the same. He missed home, he missed his son, his partner, and he sure as hell missed a world where demons weren't an every day topic of conversation. But there was really no use being depressed. They were there for a reason, and Booth was going to do what he could while he was able. That was all anyone could ask of him. "Heard what?" Booth couldn't help but look over his shoulder, and lower his hands to where his gun was. Of coarse it wasn't going to do much good about the supernatural, but it was reaction. He stopped for a minute to look over his shoulder warily.

"Your telling me." He stated once he was sure there was nothing there. Or at least mostly sure. Folding his arms uncomfortably he frowned. " I theirs only what, five of us in that building without supernatural experience?"

[ooc: maybe they should run into ghostly things? XD]

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[info]_thatswhatido
2010-05-26 09:39 pm UTC (link)
Eliot nodded in agreement. When he was a teenager, he'd gone through the rock and roll phase, playing in a band that he hoped to God the evidence of never made it any farther than Nate's laptop. Once he got back, he needed to convince Hardison to break in and erase those Mp3s. He still couldn't believe the mastermind had found them but Nate was nothing if not thorough, especially when he was chasing them instead of leading them. "I don't find that hard to believe," he snorted. "So, did you ever end up in any of her books?"

He stopped to turn and look the way they'd just come, a little more relaxed than Booth was. "Sounded like something bumping against something metallic. It's probably a stray looking for scraps in a trash can." This time of year, there were probably more scraps to be dug up. He waited a moment, head tilted to listen. Hearing nothing out of the ordinary, he shrugged and started heading towards the bar again.

"Should ask and see. Not that it's going to make a lot of difference since we have to deal we all have to deal with it now."

((Nyah. They deserve a night off xD))

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[info]hates_clowns
2010-05-27 08:02 am UTC (link)
Booth wished he knew that bit of information about the bands, the taunting that would be had. "Yeah yeah. Delusional." He muttered with a hint of a smirk in the other mans direction, but when he asked about the book he could only shrug. "Bones says I didn't, but theirs this character Agent Andy..." He trailed off and raised both brows in amusement. "She claims the only thing that's based off me is his investigation techniques. But there reporters calling my house and trying to get me to make appearances. I'm definitely not the only one who sees the similarities. " Seeley didn't want to be a celebrity. He actually hated rich people like them. He'd denied every single one of those crews. He was an FBI Agent. Probably one of the last true blue feds out there. He believed in truth and justice, protecting those who couldn't protect themselves. Everything that most rich people couldn't see because the money goggles were strapped to tightly to their faces.

"Man..Every noise.."He ran a hand through his short hair and scowled. "I got back from that hunt and every noise has got me looking over my shoulder." He never had that issue with people, but with demons they were unreadable.

"Yeah. " He agreed half heartedly, but he understood really. He almost let himself get distracted with the holidays and lack of Parker but honestly there was nothing that could be done about it. They were stuck, they just had to deal with it. The bar wasn't to far away at least. Though he wasn't planning on much more drinking then he'd already done, a good game of pool would do him wonders in the sanity area. " Where were you from?"

[ooc: Aww..at least one of us is nice to them. xD]

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[info]_thatswhatido
2010-05-27 05:52 pm UTC (link)
"There's only one person in this conversation that's delusional right now, man, and he's walking beside me. That's the last I'm gonna say on it." Not that it was going to do any good but that was going in circles. There wouldn't be an end to it. "Agent Andy sounds like something out of a kid's TV show. No offense." That was further proof that there was more than one dimension out there where demons were non-existent. No mutual recognition. "People will see what they want to see. World isn't as figured out as they think it is. What'd you say her name was again?"

He grinned slightly, although there was nothing funny about what he was saying. That was what most of his adult life had been like, being in the line of work he was. Anything, no matter how innocent it sounded, could be a threat. At least he was somewhat prepared for this place. "Better that then brushing it off and having something eat your brains." Huh. They hadn't had to deal with zombies yet. There were bright spots still.

"Kentucky. Born and raised," he answered. It wasn't like giving that information away here was going to get him into trouble. Every warrant for his arrest, bounty on his head, and hit on his life was in another dimension. Even if it had ended up on TV. "You?"

((Once in a very long while xD))

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[info]hates_clowns
2010-05-27 06:09 pm UTC (link)
Laughing he held up a hand to stop a further explanation. "Fine fine." Shaking his head he nodded. "I know. I told her the same thing. Sounds like some kind of After School special, but Bones isn't exactly aces with names. She always insists the characters don't matter, that people read for the forensic anthropology and facts." They were almost at the bar, he could see it a block away. "Bones. Not her real name, just a nick name I gave her when we first met. She wouldn't tell me her real name, so I gave her a nick name until she did. But it just stuck. " Pushing open the door to the bar once they were in arms length he peered around, it looked alright. Not to skeevy.

"Or steal your skin." Booth winced. "We found a shifter in L.A." Booth stated though he kept his voice down. Not wanting to announce the hunt to the entire bar full of strangers. They might not be the most friendly sorts when it came to the supernatural. So it was better safe then sorry. Spotting an open pool table, he nodded in its direction. "Want a drink?" He offered out of habit. "I'm just going for soda this time around."

It hadn't clicked for Booth yet why Eliot was so quiet about his private life, but there were signals he just couldn't pinpoint them to anything yet. "Washington D.C."

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[info]_thatswhatido
2010-05-29 12:23 am UTC (link)
Eliot chuckled quietly. "Your partner isn't too in touch with the public, is she?" There were probably people out there that did read the books for the information, and he even picked up a thing here or there sometimes, but most of them wanted plot. "It's appropriate for a forensic anthropologist. The only Bones I know has a skull tattoo on the back of his head and throws a nasty left hook." He could say that from experience.

He glanced around the bar as they headed in. Typical place, not overly neat but clean, lit, with music playing in the background while people talked. A TV over the bar was showing some basketball game, college from the looks of it. He made a face as he glanced back at Booth. "That's the thing that ditches its skin, right?" That was disgusting. Not just the idea that something could walk out of its skin anytime it wanted to, but the idea of the mess left behind.

"I'll take a beer. Whatever they've got in the bottle," Eliot replied and headed towards the back and the two pool tables, one of which was fortunately open. He wasn't in the mood to intimidate people into handing over cues and abandoning ship, or wait for a game to finish. After throwing his coat over the nearest chair, he grabbed the triangle and dropped it on the table to start lining up the balls.

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[info]hates_clowns
2010-06-01 03:55 am UTC (link)
Seeley gave Eliot an amused nod. "We work with alot of the same firefighters, and police and other city officials on a weekly basis and Bones still can't or won't remember their names. I keep telling her it'd do her some good to at least try to work with them, but she's focused on finding the truth in the Bones. Her team is the best in the world when it comes to anthropology. But if they ever show up and you tell them I said it? I'll deny it." He had an image to keep but everything he said was stated with a fondness that was obviously a little more then just professional. Especially when it came to Bones. He talked about her the most, worked with her the closest.

Flagging down a waitress for Eliots beer and his own soda, he nodded. "That's the one." Making a face. "Hell of a beast." The young woman who came to take their order was fast and Booth approved. Drinks fast and never ending was the way to go, Eliot picked a good place so far. Normally he'd have gone for the beer, but Seeley was severely cutting back on the drinking. He didn't like how much it was happening to help him cope with things in this world. His dad was an abusive drunk as a kid, and his younger brother was an idiotic drunk now. There was no way he was going to follow down the same road.

"Thing was fast, and the people that worked in that building didn't even know it was there. Little ironic it was posing as a banker." He mused as Eliot racked the balls and he picked up a stick, waiting for his shot.
[ooc: Argh, I totally had a post for you yesterday and lost it to a crappy connection. =| I haaaate retyping replies DD: ]

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[info]_thatswhatido
2010-06-01 05:56 pm UTC (link)
Eliot's hands went up. "Hey man, they're not hearing it from me. There wouldn't be anything to gain from it." Unless he felt like getting back at him for some reason undiscovered. "I don't feed egos. Some of them are large enough as is." He sometimes said the same thing about Hardison's while Hardison said the same thing about him. "At least she's focused on the job. There's worse things to be."

He dropped the cue ball on the table, letting it roll Booth's way. The last few balls went into the triangle and he lined them up on the marked spot before removing the boundaries and hooking it back on the overhead light. "You buy, you break," he commented as he stepped back.

"No one could probably tell the difference. They wouldn't be so dangerous if Joe Normal could." Eliot sat on the edge of the table, little square piece of chalk in hand. "Probably better they don't know what kind of weirdo they've got working next to them."

((No worries! I just had that happen. It does indeed suck.))

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[info]hates_clowns
2010-06-13 09:29 pm UTC (link)
Satisfied with the answer Booth gave Eliot a scruffy smirk. "Glad to hear it." Picking up his stick he nodded and took the first shot. It'd been a while since he'd played real pool. That was one of the few things he was enjoying about Kansas though, the pool. With actual players. He was once a pool shark. His shots were typically flawless. But this was just a friendly game. No money was being placed on it. So he wasn't going to take Eliot. He was just going to relax and enjoy a game. He could do that couldn't he?

"Probably not. Weird though. Once we are trained to see them how the general public can be so blind to it." He couldn't understand. But he supposed alot of things were like that. He really shouldn't have been so surprised about the public's general unawareness. "Guess it's true what they say, people only see what they want too." Booth had an expert aim, so pool was definitely his kind of game. He was glad to have someone to play against. Anymore tournaments and Angela would worry his gambling addiction was back. Chalking up the end of his stick he aimed the stick on his hand and took his first shot separating the balls around the table. He had a natural eye for the game, and expert control.

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[info]_thatswhatido
2010-06-14 01:48 am UTC (link)
"People can only see what they want to," Eliot agreed as he chalked the cue and tossed the little chalk square back on the table. Picking up the bottle, he took a drink before continuing. "Or they don't pick up on the little nuances that you find out about in training. In that case, it's not a matter of ignorance, but just hiding something very well." A trick that helped pull off the con, hiding some details.

He watched the cue ball hit and the other balls scatter. The way the FBI agent was focusing on the table, Eliot could tell he was a little more than a casual player. Good. He wasn't about to take it easy on him so having a challenge would make it a little more entertaining. Maybe even put some money down on later rounds.

"I'm surprised this whole town hasn't gotten the idea that something is going on, the way things go around here," he said, shaking his head. "How many times now have things gone to hell?"

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[info]hates_clowns
2010-06-16 08:44 am UTC (link)
"Two, three times since I've been here in almost four months now?" He questioned with a shrug and took another shot. In pool it was customary to keep shooting until a miss. His highest run was 45 balls straight. But he didn't want to play himself all night. Booth had some pretty bad habits as a young man, but his childhood hadn't been a happy time. His dad was a drunk and often abusive, his grandfather tried but he was rebellious and often pushed away. He remembered when he used to run off to bars in the middle of the night as a teenager and attempt to win money at pool and cards. He became pretty close to expert level, but he slipped away from everything else important as a result and nearly killed himself. So this game was just going to be a friendly one, as would all his others from then on if he could help it.

"And with all the squabbling just from our side I'm surprised nobodies stumbled onto our side of the forums and found out." Booth could handle politics, it came with his job. So he had no issues trying to smooth things over when one side of the complex arguments got too heated than the other. He also had a kid so those kind of problems he was used too.

"Wanna make things more interesting?" He questioned, squinting up at Eliot with a smirk. He couldn't help it. His logical side knew he shouldn't, but old habits died hard.

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[info]_thatswhatido
2010-06-16 04:58 pm UTC (link)
Eliot mentally tabulated what they'd been through since his own arrival, twice over. The angry trash cans, torture by Alistair, ghost sickness, the sudden acquisition of abilities, the body swap (which he hoped never happened again or someone was going to be hurt), false memories (which he still wanted to hurt someone for), and there were probably one or two minor things he'd forgotten.

Still, Eliot held up six fingers and rolled his eyes. He'd been there nearly a year and had gone through all that. It was a miracle his sanity was still intact. "I need a vacation from this place," he muttered. How long had it been since he'd actually done what he was trained to do, knew how to do? He wanted to be back on his own turf, working with the crew again. Never would he have admitted it before but it looked like working with a group instead of alone could get under his skin just as much as being the good guy could.

"Maybe they have and think we're all a bunch of nutjobs. Maybe we are." He shrugged. "Squabbling's going to happen. We got a bunch of people from all over the place with different opinions. I almost pity whoever steps up to play moderator when it happens." He, unless it was something he knew well enough to argue on or concerned him directly, just planned to stay out of it.

Eliot smirked slightly. "How much you want to put down?"

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[info]hates_clowns
2010-06-20 06:20 am UTC (link)
"..Six?" He questioned with a raised brow at the thief. Amusement lit his features. "Someplace Islandy." Booth remembered the last time he tried to go on vacation. Even where he was from they didn't always turn out as planned. Somehow he had the sneaking suspicion that the same if not worse would be Lawrence, Kansas. Home of many apocalypse, or apocalyp-si? Was that even a word? He missed normal people who didn't have to think and brace themselves for the next near world ending disaster. He actually missed the squints. Even Zack's cold and mechanical calculations he could deal with. Even missed a little. Not that he'd ever admit it out loud himself either.

Looking up from his shot which slid perfectly into the corner pocket he was aiming for he shrugged. "Ten bucks a ball?" Start low. He was curious what kind of money Eliot had laying around for a little pool. Pool wasn't gambling. It was..a sport. Yes, he could get away with that. A sport where a side won, and the money was a trophy. His mind was a strange place when it came to justifying gambling. But that's what happened when addictions came into play. They warped the thought process and clouded the mind. Booth didn't even realize he was sliding back into old habits. Even though he had to mentally convince himself that it wasn't gambling, it didn't register. He was far too entertained by the fact that Eliot wanted to put money on the game even while watching him make shot after shot.

"Eight ball corner pocket." He stated while setting up his shot. It was a difficult shot, the cue ball brushing up against it.

[ooc: argh, I know nothing about pool. It's all google. XD]

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[info]_thatswhatido
2010-06-20 01:29 pm UTC (link)
As he began listing them off, he ticked them off on his fingers. "The first time, there was ghost sickness. People freaking out over harmless things until they located the body of the ghost responsible and took care of it. Then the..." He hesitated as he tried to remember what Martha and Romana had called them. "Daleks. Looked like angry trash cans. Disappeared during that." Eliot scowled, not at the disappearance - that he hadn't minded - but at what came next.

"Showed up here again and a few weeks later, got tortured by a demon. Then there was us getting those powers and people losing their damn minds, the body switching, and the false memories." He didn't just need a vacation, he wanted out of this place. Eliot could adjust pretty damn quick but the number of curve balls thrown their way was continuous. "Probably could count ending up here in the first place." Which would bring the grand total up to eight. Eliot snorted. "Anywhere not Kansas would be a start. Any place not this dimension would be even better."

The game was going to be a hard fought one but Eliot was fine with that. He wouldn't have made the offer if he wasn't and he had the cash to spare. Working in a hardware store of all places didn't exactly leave him rolling in it but picking up a few small jobs on the side gave him a little extra income. It was like starting over again and he had to start somewhere. "Twenty," he said, studying the table. "Next game." He watched the FBI agent sink another one.

"Better idea," he said as he pushed away from the table. "After this game. Each one gets a full table to try knocking as many balls in as possible without missing. The one with the lower number has to pay out, per a ball knocked in," he said, grinning. Booth was good, he'd give him that, but Eliot was no slouch in the aim and shoot department either. "How's that settle?"

((Google is a handy thing xD))

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