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Post by Abigail Fairweather on Feb 7, 2012 9:32:36 GMT -5
She stopped laughing but didn’t stop smiling. It had been very fun watching, and she could still see the expression before her eyes. Well it probably wasn’t very polite to laugh, but he didn’t seem to mind, actually he looked very delighted. Not that you could blame him, since her lacking of smiling probably was very mood killing.
”I could ask them to add some sugar?” she suggested.
She found his eyes and smiled a little more truthfully, thou the still felt a little awkward. ”Uhm… Training, reading and work” she replied in a calm voice, and tried to take a sip of her coke, without spitting it back out. Also so ad some moister to her mouth, since this subject made her a little uncomfortable again, it was too personal. Well any question that was about her personal life felt to uncomfortable. Well she had to try to overcome it, since Simon evidently did not intent to stop asking.
”… And if you are wondering if I do anything besides that, then not really...”
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Post by Animal on Feb 10, 2012 4:11:51 GMT -5
''No, it’s fine, it would just ruin the lemonade anyway'' Simon said with a big and friendly smile on his lips. Simon got a little surprised to hear that she didn’t do anything else than those three things in her life. He had expected to hear a whole story of what she liked to do, but it was more some notes than the story he had hoped for. He sat and thought a second to himself. She likes reading, which was an interest they had in common.
He took another sip of the lemonade, he was quite thirsty and he didn’t want to reorder the lemonade to something else. It still tasted sour, it showed a little on his expression but he started getting used to it, and it actually tasted quite well, now that he really got to taste it instead of focusing on the sourness in the drink. He reached for his jacked in searched for the book. He found the book in the pocket and took it out. He didn’t notice that the picture he had been carrying around fell out of the pocket and landed on the floor. ''So Abigail, you like reading, have you read this book?'' he showed the front cover to Abigail so she could see which book he meant.
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Post by Abigail Fairweather on Feb 10, 2012 6:01:15 GMT -5
Again a little smiled showed. It was funny how he looked like the taste of the lemon was killing him, but despite that he did want anything to make it less sour. He was a weird person, but perhaps not in such a bad way… Nah guys were guys, and you couldn’t even trust them if you wanted to. ”Very well…" she answered, and started to stir in the coke again.
A silent giggle sounded when that twisted look showed on his face again, thou not as visible as before. But the interest in that disappeared the moment he started to search for something. She thought that she saw him drop something, but again her attention was drawn back to what Simon was doing. In a careful movement she shook her head, and smiled faintly.
”No… I don’t really read toughs kinds of books. I am more into scientific books… Learning books and the like” She only just finished the sentence, before the waiter from before came with the ordered food. Abigail smiled at her, and smiled shortly thanking her. She then looked under the table, and picked up the picture. She couldn’t help but to look at it, before she handed it to him. ”I think you dropped this ”
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Post by Animal on Feb 11, 2012 17:10:20 GMT -5
Simon looked at her a bit skeptical. ''You’re a workaholic aren’t you Abigail?'' he smiled. It was not a bad thing to be, and he tried to make it sound like it was a good thing. Honestly he believed that being a workaholic and only focusing on the work was boring and dull, but some people lived that way. he didn’t get why and how they could get themselves to do such a thing, but he did respect that they could even manage.
He looked shocked at the picture as Abigail sat with it in her hands. He didn’t notice it had fallen out of his pocket. What would he have done if he just had left without? Just the thought made him nearly panic. He smiled at Abigail and took the picture. ''thanks'' he stuffed the picture back into the pocket of the coat.
He looked calmly at Abigail. He tried to get eye contact with her. ''Do you see the two persons at the table at the window? Third row from here'' Simon wanted to test her. It was their first day together as partners. He wanted to show her how good he actually was at his job. ''the one on the right is carrying a gun, judging by their clothes, body texture and way of acting I believe they are thugs. This means that they will probably leave without paying the bill and if anyone tries to stop them, they will use brute force to get out. Or in worst case scenario they will draw the gun.''
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Post by Abigail Fairweather on Feb 11, 2012 18:49:48 GMT -5
A tight smiled showed, not pleased with the look that was given. Normally nobody cared to ask questions, and that was the preferred way, but Simon seemed eagerly to question everything she was. It was not like he was a boyfriend, a part of the family, nor a psychologist. So once more it started to become annoying, this time not because it was leading to soft spots, more likely because it was the start of a trail that would lead to the hot spots.
”That is what I am being called, so yes…” This was going to be the start of a long and painful partnership…
”You know sticking to the past won’t bring back the happiness… No matter how long you try to make it…” For a short second her eyes met his again, before finding the burger. With almost purposely lacking charm she picked it up with both hands, taking a giant bite of it. Whatever feminine charm there was in this girl, would take a long time and hard work to find and dig out. Well maybe asking would help, if there was a greater purpose in it.
Simon needed help with the past; clearly he was stuck in it trying to revive what was lost. To some degree it was almost sad watching, since she knew that he knew that it wouldn’t help him. Not that she could play that part better, thou she believed it to be so.
Once again she tried to keep their eyes form meeting, and set eyes on the two persons described. ”I think a little more than that is gonna happen… The one on the right is fumbling with the napkin, he is nervous of something while the one on the left is clam… He’s the dominant one, the alpha… And he is in a bad mood today…” again a large bite of the burger disappeared, not looking very concerned with the matter of two criminals being in the dinner. Two people probably close to committing a crime. It almost looked like it made her more clam and it did. This was something that she knew how to handle, this was what the job was about, and this was what she did. The part about being a workaholic was very useful at moments like these.
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Post by Animal on Feb 18, 2012 9:20:37 GMT -5
Simon smiled, that was basically all he had done so far. It seemed as the only thing he could do, he was never unhappy, or at least he didn’t want to show it. So he kept the smile and the mood up. Even thou she had said something he didn’t like she said, he just took it with a smile. He read her like she was an open book. She was sticking to the past as much as he did. ''you know Abigail, the past is what we have learned, all our experience as people comes to what we have been through in our lives. Some things are good, some things are bad. But when something very bad happens, it is hard to just move on if you have lost or experienced something horrific. Now you of all people would know that, I don’t believe that your life has been a dance on roses and that you have as many skeletons in the closet as I do.'' He stopped for a brief second. ''and you are right, sticking to the past won’t bring it back, but it’s the only things I have left from the people I cared about, and now… now I’m just alone, pretending to be happy'' even after saying all this, his smile was still on his face. He looked down at the teddy bear and made a quick giggle.
He looked at Abigail once again. ''Very good Abigail, you are not that bad at this after all'' Simon hadn’t even touched his food yet. And it was first now he actually noticed he had it in front of him. He grabbed the fork and knife and looked quickly at the tip of the knife to see if it was pointy. He then started eating his food. ''it’s actually quite a shame that you only read those kind of books. Some stories are actually very good. Just take a look at this book.'' He placed the book on the table facing her so she could see it probably.
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Post by Abigail Fairweather on Feb 18, 2012 10:33:08 GMT -5
A clam grin found its way forth, as she shook her head at his words. He was so undeniably right, but well it wasn’t required that he knew, either way she was suppose to forget.
”Besides form being bullied in school for being smarter and therefore having no friends, I have lived a pretty good life…” she said with a smile and laughed a little, looking like she was telling the truth. For her the story was true, so it was not surprising why she seemed to believe what she said. ”Well it probably is sad that both my parents died at an early age, but I’ll live on”
She leaned back and looked shortly at Simon. ”I don’t think that they would have wanted you to live the rest of your life in misery… Perhaps it would help to try all over again at life, and find something new to be happy about?”
The compliment made her look down, trying to make it less awkward for her. Normally no one acknowledged her for her talents, so getting compliments was something very new, and at times unwanted. Simon didn’t seem to have any problems with giving them, he was to kind for what was any good for Abigail…
She took the book, and turned it around to read what it was all about, not finding it very appealing. It didn’t seem to have some greater knowledge, and reading for pleasure had never been her thing. So she but the book back on the table, and smiled halfheartly. ”If I get the time and feel like doing it, I will take a look at it”
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Post by Animal on Feb 20, 2012 4:47:32 GMT -5
Simon laughed when he heard it. If it had been in England she wouldn’t had been bullied just because she was smarter than others, but this was of course Gotham. ''sorry for laughing, I just found it stupid that they had mocked you because of you actually being smart'' he took another sip of the lemonade, he had slowly gotten used to the taste of the lemonade so he didn't make any funny gestures this time.
Simon thought to himself. Maybe it was best if he just moved on and started becoming happy again. But he still had feelings for his passed away wife, which made it hard for him to move on. But whatever, this was his problem and not others.
He took the book, and put it back on the coat. ''suit yourself, I just thought it would catch your interest'' he smiled at Abigail. She had obviously judged the book by its cover, but that was her decision.
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Post by Abigail Fairweather on Feb 21, 2012 10:01:10 GMT -5
She smiled forgivingly before looking down on her plate. It probably did sound rather unreasonable, since being smart shouldn’t be something to get mocked over. Apparently some people thought differently, either way she didn’t worry much about it. It was the past, and she was over it, or perhaps more like used to it. It did upset her when she was the victim of people’s cruelty, but little was to be done. Eventually she was going to outrun them, as she was more likely to get a higher position when she finally finished. She had the qualifications, the intelligent and was a fast learner. It was just a matter of time. “It’s okay… I know how it must sound” she answered quietly, starring at her food in a thoughtful manner. Beyond that Abigail said nothing more, but just starred at her food, as if it was some alien being.
The two guys that had been sitting quietly in the corner, decided that peace was over. The one supposedly being the leader yelled the waitress over, and the second she was within range, the other one got up, grabbed her. With an arm over her chest, and a gun pointed at her temple, the other one got up, swinging a gun around, pointing it randomly at people while yelling: “Everyone down on the ground, get down, now! Anyone not on the ground within ten seconds will be shot!” no doubt that the man was dead serious, since he had an ace up his sleeve, and had more to gain than lose on this. He was the type with no family, no real friends, an ill paid job and standing it shit to his knees. And either he had spend a couple of times in jail, or was on some kind of greater mission or was very desperate. The option was the least likely thou.
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Post by Animal on Mar 10, 2012 4:27:30 GMT -5
Simon had expected the two thug-look-alikes to start making some trouble. He noticed the guns right away and nodded to Abigail. It was best for them to get down on the floor if they had to save them all. They needed to plan what their next move was going to be. Simon took the knife he had been eating with, with him and hid it up under his sleeve.
He was a little uncertain about the whole situation. It had been a long time since he had been out in the field and been in these kinds of situations. He could feel the adrenaline rush in him. The eager for getting into a fight, the dangerous situation they were in gave him of somewhat an adrenaline boost. He was used to these situations back in the days he was in the SAS but that is a long time ago and he misses those good old days. He faced himself towards Abigail so they could figure out a plan while they were laying down at the floor.
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Post by Abigail Fairweather on Mar 12, 2012 2:52:45 GMT -5
Just as Simon, Abigail did not hesitate before lying down on the ground. Everyone else did the same. It didn’t look like anyone was willing to play the hero.
She looked at Simon, before reaching for her hoodie which had fallen on the ground. She still had her service pistol with her, and it might just become useful. But she stopped, when one of the thugs came closer.
”If anyone is as much as thinking of playing hero, I will shoot to kill, understood!?” the leader yelled while trying to stop anyone looking like they were ready to fight him. Most looked away quivering in fear, and it was understandable.
Abigail just kept calm, and looked at Simon, trying to figure out what he was thinking of doing. He probably had a better plan than her, since her plan was just getting up and shoot the two, trying not to get hit.
They guy pointed at the man behind the counter. ”Start stacking the money…” he said, then looking at his wristwatch. There was something odd about what he was doing, it didn’t seem like he was just planning on a robbery actually he didn’t seem to care about the money.
His friend still seemed nervous, clearly not the type that was used to these things. If anything were to go wrong, he would probably be ready to run.
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Post by Animal on Mar 15, 2012 5:23:19 GMT -5
Simon looked at Abigail, he noticed she grabbed for the hoodie. He had noticed earlier that she had her gun with her, so he figured it might be in the hoodie so she could hide it. He hadn’t got his gun, even thou he did bring his own gun from England, he had a delivery company to deliver it a few days later after his arrival in Gotham. He didn’t want any explanation problems in the airport after all.
He tried to come up with a plan, an overlook of the situation would be great, but he was facing away from the robbers so he needed Abigail to be his eyes so he would be able to hit properly. He whispered to Abigail quiet enough so the robbers wouldn’t be able to hear what they were talking about. ''okay we need to stop them, how is the current situation looking, where are they standing?'' the only thing he could hear was the man standing at the bar. He figured he was standing at the bar since he yelled something about money and the cashier would be the obvious place. He pulled out his sleeve to clean the knife, normally he wouldn’t do this, but on the other hand, if he was to throw this knife, he wouldn’t want to cause any infection in the wound. They are bad guys yes, but they are still human, which means he would have to go to the hospital if it had caused any infection in the wound. He felt that his perfectionist thoughts really kicked out now that he had a dirty sleeve, but this is what was needed to be done, so he just had to change clothes and clean the shirt when he got home.
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Post by Abigail Fairweather on Mar 18, 2012 14:45:39 GMT -5
She looked at Simon, and then at the criminals again. ”The dominant is ten feet away from , pointing a gun at the man behind the desk… He is squeezing the trigger, and any commotion will probably lead to him actually firing. The tag-a-long is standing in front of the table where they say, ready to drop the weapon by any commotion, at least if he is told to… Unless the leader is still standing” she answered while scanning the room, before looking at Simon again. ”If you aim to your right, two a’ clock, you should be able to hit… I could take down the tag-a-long… ” She ruffled silently through her hoodie, and got a hold on her gun, and turned the safety off. She was obviously just waiting for Simons signal.
”Call the cops! Say that you have a hostage situation, and that we have a bomb ready to go off, if my demands are not being met!” the leader yelled, while using the gun to guide the poor freaked out man behind the desk towards the phone. He then looked around, trying to find anyone wanting to play hero. He then stopped for a couple of seconds when he caught a hold on Abigail and Simon, but when she looked away from him, he started to scan the rest of the room.
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Post by Animal on Mar 19, 2012 7:53:26 GMT -5
Simon was paying deep attention to the instructions that Abigail was providing. He didn’t have a clear overlook of the situation and that was why Abigail currently was doing her job to perfection. He did of course trust in Abigails abilities, but since they were still in the meeting stage, he didn’t know what she was capable of doing.
When Simon heard the leader saying this was a hostage situation and not just a mere robbery, he knew he had to change his strategy. He wasn’t used to this kind of situations and it was no ordinary situation. The thug didn’t seem like he wanted either money nor that he might even have any demands. There was something fishy about this whole situation. Simon looked at Abigail. ''If something goes wrong, aim your gun towards the leader and shoot, I’m going to try something, so just keep me covered.'' He whispered as quiet as he could to Abigail. He then got himself standing up and turned towards the thug at the bar and took out his new badge from his inner pocket. ''I am Profiler Simon Sinclair of the Gotham PD, what is your demands?'' he said to the thug while showing the badge towards him.
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