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Post by LayCee on Jun 2, 2009 21:24:37 GMT -5
Luke drove to the TAPS building. They had places to research before investigations. He stepped out of the car, walking to the back of the vehicle and grabbing the folders. It's was about 5 in the afternoon, Mackenzie was equipped with a bag full of homework. He thought it was a bit ridiculous that even though she was only eight, she always had homework. Atleast she wasn't a complete brat about it. She had her moments, but Luke considered himself lucky that she was nothing like him. He was hell as a kid as best he could remember.
He lead the way, unlocking the back entrance, reaching in and flipping on the lights. He walked into the building, tossing the files onto the nearest flat surface. The fax had a few more reports in it, and the message indicator light was flashing on the phone. He wasn't in a mood to deal with people and technically he was off the clock - but the other members schedules only fit for this time. Leave one job, studying death - to another job, studying the afterlife. It was enough to drive a normal person insane, but he was rather fond of it, otherwise he wouldn't do such a thing to keep himself so fucking busy. That's how it had always been since she died - just non stop movement. He couldn't let himself stand still, and he wouldn't.
Mackenzie made herself at home at the desk, pouring over whatever subject she'd chosen first. Lucas always wondered what she thought living such a busy life - then again, she was involved in her own fair ammount of hobbies. Gymnastics. Dance. Horse Back Riding. Hell, the way he figured it, he'd keep her as busy as possible. It'd help her overlook the boys. Oh how he would give anything to hold off from those years - to skip them... He had considered keeping her in solitary confinement - yes, he was planning early! But the years were passing by none the less.
Unfortunately, the heirs of the Berkley Mansion had contacted TAPS. He wasn't too sure if he wanted to tempt that fate just yet. It half crossed his mind to just trash the file. There had been some serious reports coming from that place, and he wasn't too sure that he'd indulge in a dangerous investigation like that. Was it a good idea? Probably not - but it would provide, hopefully, a shitload of evidence and new ideas.
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Post by elLIE on Jun 2, 2009 22:07:06 GMT -5
Lars began locking up shop at the River Street Ink. He removed his feet from the heavy antique oak desk in his back office, gathering the money he'd been counting. The cash separated from the checks he needed to cash that same night. Some people were getting off on summer vacation now, and that only meant more tourists and more traffic on River Street, resulting in more ink jobs it seemed. Lars shuffled around his cluttered desk, moving unfinished sketches and doodles and notes to find his keys. He promptly put the locked tin money box into a locked bottom drawer and began gathering his things.
Once he locked his office Lars quickly set the alarm and shut down the lights for the night. He opened the pained wooden door and locked it in his tracks.
He contemplated getting a cigarette out before the meeting at TAPS before realizing he'd left it in his car. Lars walked down the length of the tall building in which he rented a suite for his tattoo shop. Some very inclined steps ran up to another higher street through an alley adjacent. Lars ascended carefully, recalling too many times he'd slipped and fallen on the chiseled stone, also recalling too many times he'd heard ambulances on St. Patrick's Day rushing to the said alley. Damn Stairs.
Once up, he was met with his black Mercedes E190, parked where he left it in the morning in the reserved section off the quiet street.
Lars climbed in, putting down the windows before opening the glove box to find his pack of Marlboro Reds. Promptly setting himself up before setting the stick shift in rear gear and turning The Misfits way the fuck up.
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Sniffing once as he walked into to pleasant air conditioner Lars glanced around once, noticing McKenzie at the front desk before walking back out and throwing his nearly finished cigarette on the floor and stomping it with his foot.
Walking in again with a brighter look on his face Lars glanced at McKenzie, "Hey kiddo!" he said walking over to the desk and ringing the bell, "Since when did you become our secretary?"
He gave her a smile and let her get back to work with whatever she was doing before walking farther into the office and spotting Luke, "Yo' what's up, man," he said wandering to the kitchen to look for any left overs, it was nearing dinner time after all, but the coffee maker was always a second temptation either way, "What's new on the docket?" [/color]
001. COUNT 420 002. MUSIC the cure - FOXY LADY
003. NOTES ahaha. 004. ATTIRE x
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