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Post by Henry Elder on Jun 13, 2006 9:11:25 GMT -5
Henry walked down the stairs, and called out, "Shannon? You here?"
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Post by Henry Elder on Jun 14, 2006 18:26:09 GMT -5
Henry sat down on the sofa, putting his feet up. He wasn't sure where Shannon was. Might as well wait for her.
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Post by Anna Kavanagh on Jun 14, 2006 23:19:20 GMT -5
((fast-forwarding to the next morning, if that's okay))
Anna had slept well in the hotel room for the most part. Less tossing and turning than usual. Perhaps because she felt hopeful for the first time in a while. When she looked at the clock, she figured she might as well get up. Still wearing the same clothes from the night before, she tried to make herself presentable in the mirror and finally gave up.
She exited the room and headed downstairs, placing a call to the office on her way. Her supervisor sounded panicked of course when she told him she wouldn't be coming in because of a migraine. "Yes, I know it's bad timing. But the ads are ready for tomorrow's edition. And if there are emergencies or last-minute changes, Sheila can handle it...yes, I'll get some rest...Bye!"
She snapped the phone shut and paused on the stairs when she saw Henry stretched out on the sofa. But she was on a mission. "Coffee, need coffee..." she chanted, descending the steps to the lobby. "Please tell me there's a coffee maker around here?"
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Post by Henry Elder on Jun 15, 2006 5:32:34 GMT -5
"Get all your arms away from me!" yelled Henry as he awoke. "Oh....dream...good." He sighed with relief.
He yawned, stretching out. Either Shannon had spent the night at Caritas, or she'd headed to their room, deciding not to wake him. Either way, he was hungry.
He stood, rubbing sleep out of his eyes when he saw the girl, the one Wesley had been talking to. "Hey, it's..uh....you."
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Post by Anna Kavanagh on Jun 15, 2006 10:34:22 GMT -5
"Yeah, it's...uh...me. A very coffee-deprived me." She stepped hesitantly behind the reception desk and finally finding the coffeemaker. It was a task she had to do almost every morning at the office, so she figured she'd be helpful. She placed a filter in the top and poured in some coffee grounds.
She looked up at Henry. "Is anyone else about?"
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Post by Henry Elder on Jun 15, 2006 10:38:13 GMT -5
"Let me see....I'm waiting for Shannon, Wes is probably sleeping, Fred is probably stuttering in a corner somewhere and Faith and Angel are probably banging the hell out of each other in the bedroom. Or they're being all angsty. Hard to tell." he said, yawning and tossing his jacket onto the sofa.
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Post by Anna Kavanagh on Jun 15, 2006 10:40:38 GMT -5
"Hmm, you do have such a high opinion of your fellow employees," she muttered, inhaling deeply as the coffee brewed. "Sorry, I forgot you're an independent contractor."
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Post by Henry Elder on Jun 15, 2006 10:43:29 GMT -5
"I don't believe in not saying true stuff. I'm an honest guy." he said. "Besides, I don't think that badly of them. They're an alright bunch of...whatevers. And they like me. You can see from my face how much Faith in particular likes me."
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Post by Anna Kavanagh on Jun 15, 2006 10:59:34 GMT -5
"Right, Faith the Vampire Slayer," she remembered. "So Angel's the muscle, Wes is the brains, Fred is...well, I haven't met Fred. So where do you fit into this team?"
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Post by Henry Elder on Jun 15, 2006 11:02:29 GMT -5
"I don't fit into the team." he said. "Wolfram and Hart hired me to kill Faith. That's what I do. I kill supernatural creatures for money. 'Cept it didn't work out quite the way I wanted it to and now I'm not exactly on Lilah Morgan's Christmas card list."
He fumbled for cigarettes. "I guess I just hurt things. And I try to keep Shannon safe." he said, not really paying attention as he tried to find his pack.
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Post by Anna Kavanagh on Jun 15, 2006 11:08:12 GMT -5
"Someone hired you to kill Faith," she repeated, thoughtfully pouring a cup from the freshly-brewed pot. "And yet I seem to recall you and Angel bursting in here last night after having saved Faith. Change of heart?" She quirked an eyebrow at him over the rim of her coffee mug.
"And here I thought you just walked around in black leather, with a chip on your shoulder hitting on anything that moved."
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Post by Henry Elder on Jun 15, 2006 11:12:59 GMT -5
"Well, Wolfram and Hart don't like me anymore. Well, not most of them. One particular ex-intern does, and she's the main reason I'm sticking around. That, and nowhere else to go." he said. "And I don't have a chip on my shoulder. I'm a perfectly happy guy. I just adapt to my circumstances easily."
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Post by Anna Kavanagh on Jun 15, 2006 11:23:54 GMT -5
She shrugged. "I suppose adaptation is necessary in this city. Especially when you find out that your worst nightmares really can come true."
She looked down at her ensemble. "I really do need to go home and change clothes. Can you tell Wes I'll be right back? And tell anyone else coffee's ready."
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Post by Henry Elder on Jun 15, 2006 11:26:12 GMT -5
"Yeah, sure. I'll tell Wes." he said in a suggestive tone, smirking.
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Post by Anna Kavanagh on Jun 15, 2006 11:38:21 GMT -5
She tilted her head toward him. "It's far too early and I'm far too low on caffeine to deal with your innuendoes, Mr. Elder. Just tell him I'll be back soon." She took her coffee cup and headed up the stairs to her room.
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