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Post by Hadrian Beaumont on May 30, 2009 20:13:34 GMT
He blinked before shrugging a shoulder, taking her hand, "Hadrian Beaumont. And we're not much for formality here Myra, 'cept the Captain, but that's probably cause he forgot his given name anyway."
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Post by Myra Everett on May 30, 2009 20:20:11 GMT
Myra gave Hadrian a wry smile,
"If I'm honest, I don't really remember Miss Mortymer's first name. I'm more used to picking up on a person's surname, as opposed to their first name."
She took back her hand and folded it across her hip,
"Wright," she tilted her head, "I'm getting the impression that he's a unique character. Should I take the fifty-foot demon explosion example you threw at me earlier as something he's actually done?" She had a pretty good idea what the answer would be so, she added something else before giving Hadrian room to reply,
"I'm surprised he didn't know who Terry Pratchett was though. He seems like the sort of person who would enjoy his books. That is, if he enjoys reading."
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Post by Hadrian Beaumont on May 30, 2009 20:23:58 GMT
Hadrian gave her an incredulous look, the Captain? Reading?
"Um. That guy..... I haven't seen him read even a scrap of paper since I arrived and Yes. The demon thing did happen. Yes he tried to climb it and yes, we blew up the previous station to destroy it." He paused thoughtfully, "Captain should still be nursing a couple of injuries to be honest, that was only two monthsa back." He shrugged and decided not to contemplate just how the Captain could heal so quickly, probably had to so he didn't end up killing himself.
"And yeah, its useless talking to him about anything that isn't Edgehaven, booze or the force. He's a copper through and through."
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Post by Myra Everett on May 30, 2009 20:31:39 GMT
"I wasn't joking when I said complete obliteration of the demon was probably the wisest course of action," Myra admitted, but the look of incredulous surprise on her face would send a few mixed messages, "But...a gas explosion would probably be the last resort. Unless it was his last resort." She paused. "Electrocution would've been a cleaner option."
She laughed slightly at Hadrian's brief sum up of the Captain,
"He sounds devoted to his job. I think that's admirable, in an odd way."
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Post by Hadrian Beaumont on May 30, 2009 20:33:33 GMT
Hadrian gave her a deadpan look, "Not when he does it completed drunk off his ass. Though he's been working on that. Hasn't touched the bottle for ages to my knowledge." He admitted, pride tinging his words.
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Post by Myra Everett on May 30, 2009 20:35:40 GMT
"Definitely showing devotion then," Myra said with a shrug, but she wrinkled her nose slightly, "I'll never be able to understand why people become alcoholics though. It all just tastes like ink to me. Foul ink."
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Post by Hadrian Beaumont on May 30, 2009 20:37:30 GMT
Hadrian laughed, "Probably haven't found the right drink. As for how.... That's his story to tell. But respect that it was a damn good reason, better than most." He told her soberly, remembering the story he didn't tell them about the last police station, the one that he'd gone researching himself and hadn't told a soul upon discovering.
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Post by Myra Everett on May 30, 2009 20:43:02 GMT
Myra decided not to touch the subject. She could tell it was a serious one, and not something she should pry into. Fair enough if Wright had a reason behind any alcoholic tendencies, and more respect to him if he was actively working to get over those reasons. Neatly, she steered the topic in a different direction - it was one she knew would get a reaction; it always did, especially in the day and age where social drinking was as common as breathing.
"It's not a case of finding the right drink," she said, leaning slightly against the table, "I'm teetotal, and I don't really have any plans to change that." She shrugged. She hadn't been allowed to drink for 14 years of her life, and couldn't for the other four before she started taking gymnastics more seriously. There wasn't any point in forcing herself to aquire a taste for something she'd never cared or had a fancy for in the first place.
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Post by Hadrian Beaumont on May 30, 2009 20:45:53 GMT
Hadrian glanced at her, "Lemme guess, competative sports?" He asked, eyebrow raised, that was the only thing aside from crazy religious types that would forbid their children from having somekind of fun, and considering how socially awkward and logical this girl was proving herself to be he was betting she didn't have much in the way of contact with ordinary kids - not that Hadrian could class himself as ordinary. Plus, he'd peeked at her CV.
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Post by Myra Everett on May 30, 2009 21:13:34 GMT
Myra shrugged,
"Fourteen years of gymnastics. There were a lot of things I wasn't allowed to do, but I don't regret it. You can't miss what you never had, after all."
At the end of the day, she'd take another fourteen years of gymnastics over an alcoholic beverage in a heartbeat. If she was still able to, that was. Her lip curled slightly at this, and she quickly schooled her expression back to a more passable neutral expression. At least she hadn't gotten the usual response that basically boiled down to 'are you some sort of weirdo?'. Not that she claimed to be perfectly normal at the end of the day.
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Post by Hadrian Beaumont on May 30, 2009 21:16:35 GMT
Hadrian paused, catching the ever so slight shift in her facial features before deciding not to comment, in that split second, her expression was similar to that of one of the models on the rag and finding out she put on ten ounces since her last fitting. He wouldn't touch that one wearing a kevlar body suit and ear protectors.
He hummed and shrugged a shoulder, "Guess that's true. Anyway, you'd best get back upstairs before they think I've done something nefarious. I swear, no gratitude, none at all." He mock huffed.
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Post by Eleri Mortymer on May 30, 2009 22:03:35 GMT
Eleri gave a sigh of relief as she finished her paperwork. She stood up, walked across the room and pretty much shoved it into the filing cabinet with the rest of it. On her way back, she made a detour past Wright and cuffed him lightly around the head in a playful way, the way she might have done to one of her brothers when they were younger.
"Feet!" She scolded, although she smiled as she said it. She knew it was a losing battle, but she had to at least make an effort. Still, over the couple of months she'd been around him, she'd gotten used to Wright's stubborn ways, and if she was honest, she wouldn't feel quite right if he actually started doing as he was told.
"And don't complain to me if you get a cold from those wet clothes." She told him.
She sat down again in her own chair and leant back in it idly. She swung her own legs up onto her desk and looked across at Wright with an expression that was part cheeky grin, part 'dare you to say something' and part 'I'm allowed to do this because I said so.'
"What do you think of the newbie then?" She asked him casually.
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Nicholas Wright
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Go on. Say 'what's all this then'. I DARE you.[A1i:4]
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Post by Nicholas Wright on May 31, 2009 11:53:00 GMT
"Yes mum." Wright gloomily replied, taking his feet off the desk, before looking at Eleri in surprised annoyance when she put her feet up. Dammit. He couldn't believe he fell for that.
"Got some damage somewhere." Wright answered. Well, they all did. Else they wouldn't be here. "Physical I mean. You don't just do gymnastics for fourteen years then quit. Must of hurt herself. Bad too. Yes, I read her CV, try not to think." He deadpanned, knowing Eleri would be surprised he knew her background.
"Shouldn't be a problem, she hides it well, but you know what it's like. Bad enough having a scrap with a superpowered monster without having some glaring weakness to pick on." Unfortunately, Wright underminded his own point by rolling his shoulder and wincing. It still ached every morning, and still felt tight, especially when wet and cold (not that he'd admit that). His leg was mostly better now, although he still couldn't run quite as fast as he used to. He was sure he'd get over that soon. His ribs hurt when he laughed, which was okay because he spent most of the time being moody. His cuts had healed though, plenty leaving fresh scars, but mostly on his chest. He was somewhat sad he'd lost what he called his 'manly battle damaged look', but was getting over it...
"So, what do you think? Bet you two'll get on like a police station on fire..."
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Post by Eleri Mortymer on May 31, 2009 13:09:06 GMT
Eleri smiled. So it wasn't just her that felt like she was Wright's mother at times. She nodded as Wright gave her opinion of Myra. She raised an eyebrow when he mentioned her CV, but she didn't say anything.
"I got that impression too." She agreed. "She'll be ok, I reckon, but there's always that possibility of it being a problem later on." She eyed Wright as he rolled his shoulder. She knew full well his injuries still twinged, and when. Like now, she knew his shoulder was aching. But she also knew that Wright had far too much pride to admit it, and she knew better than to say anything.
"That said, it depends what her pain threshold is like. It's all very well being bendy, but it's not much good if you can't handle pain. You need to be able to carry on through it." She smiled. That very quality was one of the things she admired about Wright, and one of the things that exhasperated her the most.
"I bet we will." She said, her smile turning wry. She could tell that Myra would make a good officer. She could also tell that she would end up getting on her nerves quite a lot, mainly because Eleri had never been too comfortable around people like Myra.
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Post by Myra Everett on Jun 3, 2009 16:23:55 GMT
Myra gathered up the bag her uniform was in, and slung her shoulder bag back across her torso,
"Do they have some reason to believe you've done something nefarious?" she asked, raising an eyebrow before giving Hadrian a nod, "I presume I'll see you around at some point then," she said, as a way of a goodbye, before ascending the stairs back to the main floor, shutting the door behind her with a click.
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