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Post by JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS on May 18, 2011 20:40:50 GMT -5
And Shepherds we shall be
For thee, my Lord, for thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti [/center] The words turned in James's head, over and over in a cyclic motion, never leaving. They were almost hypnotic in their rhythm and tone. James had heard them earlier in the week when visiting a pub. A band of drunkards had babbled on about some cult film and two of them stood up and spoke the prayer solemly, miming shooting pistols at one of their friends. James had ignored the group more or less, while striking a deal with an interested buyer, all while posing as a middle man. Despite his best efforts though, the chant had filtered through the din and rooted itself in James's mind. It followed him where ever he went, including the beach. Into the sand, bounding off the water, the Latin shadowed him ominously. Settling onto the beach with a book and a thermos of tea, James tried to push the words out of his mind. Isabella Allende's words drowned out the Irish lilt. Away from the pub, away from the university, away from the underworld, James was able to distract his mind with a book. Any other time, he wouldn't be able to enjoy, to savor the literary value of anything. A lull in business, while meaning a dip in profit, did mean a chance to relax. And relaxation wasn't a common luxury of James's. Dipping into his spare time, James had chosen to venture to the beach, an uncommon location for a self-proclaimed lover of the indoors. Kicking off his shoes, James reclined in a beach chair and slipped his sunglasses onto his face. Cracking open House of the Spirits, James tried to get that damn prayer out of his head. In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti((ooc: bonus points to who ever can name the movie)) |
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Post by EDWARD ROCHESTER on May 29, 2011 23:24:30 GMT -5
((ooc: Sorry, no clue about the movie XD))
Aaron tramped on through the sand, planning, scheming and devising. He hadnt anyhting specific to plan for, but he thought it would be a good idea to plan ahead and write it all down, in case he needed something quick for a job. And he was frankly bored to tears. Most of his night work was wrapping up, and the security business was steady, but uniteresting. This was on of the rare occassions where he was itching for even a quick hit job. Instead he was stuck meandering on the beach alone.
He wa still pondering his predicament when he noticed another man walking towards him the opposite direction. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts as he swept dangerously close to Aaron, who had to quickly step out of the way. As he did so, his Glock in its holster slipped from his jeans where it was hidden under his coat and landed in the sand. He stooped to pick it up, watching th stranger to see if he took notice...
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Post by JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS on Jun 4, 2011 14:08:11 GMT -5
((Boondock Saints!))
As James passed by a man, something had fallen out of the stranger's pocket. Unable to help himself, James turned to see what it was. A gun, a Glock to be exact. "That's rather heavy duty to be carrying around on your person, especially at the beach," James commented lightly. Guns meant one of two things: grunt work of some kind in the underworld or government official. By looking at the man, James had to guess the later of the two. No goverment worker thought that hard, ever.
"I won't report you, the name's James," James shifted his load to one arm and extended a hand. "Professor James Edwards to be exact," When meeting strangers James liked to throw his title out there and gauge their reactions. Some people were indifferent but most either swung towards respect or dislike, all because of the title.
(sorry that it's so short, I will make it up next post)
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Post by EDWARD ROCHESTER on Jun 11, 2011 22:06:44 GMT -5
Aaron snorted at the man's attempt to be reassuring.
"I have a permit for her, so you don't have to worry. She's in the job description." He nodded, silently acknowledging the man's apparent awareness of his position, judging by his nonchalant reaction the glock.
His snort solidified into a full smirk when the man tried to push is "Professor" title at him. He fastened the holster back onto his pants, slipped his hands into his pockets, and spoke again.
"I think I'll just stick to Edwards for now. Never cared very much for academics. They always seemed out of the realm of the practical to me. I'm more of a hands-on man myself, if you know what I mean."
Aaron's eyes locked on to Edwards' and they never wavered as he waited for a reply.
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Post by JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS on Jun 15, 2011 15:28:51 GMT -5
"I think I'll just stick to Edwards for now. Never cared very much for academics. They always seemed out of the realm of the practical to me. I'm more of a hands-on man myself, if you know what I mean."
James laughed sharply. "I expect you didn't do well in the academic realm and have since had to rely on your hands. Practicality, my good man, is getting what you want and need without having to work for it," James said haughtily. He hadn't ever had to labor with his bare hands for anything other than his extracurricular achievements but those could hardly be considered work. Fun yes, but never work.
James motioned to the sand with his hand. "Sit, please," Without waiting for a reply, James sat down on the sand and cracked open his thermos of tea. Inhaling the aroma and sighing in contentment, James poured himself a cup and took a slow sip. Ah. Tea, what an wonderful invention. "Do you come here often?" James asked, his tone light and teasing. He didn't particularly like the man, he seemed far too angry and 'stick-up-his-ass'. James logic lead him to believe that the man would also be a bit homophobic, especially about advances made towards his own person. A weakness that James was going to do his best to exploit.
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Post by EDWARD ROCHESTER on Jul 27, 2011 1:28:54 GMT -5
Aaron thought for moment about Edwards and his pecular personality as he sat down beside him.
"No, I don't normally come down this way." He said, taking in the smell of tea from the man's thermos. "I just wandered down trying to fight the boredom that's threatening to make my head implode. My work requires extensive planning...when I have assignments. Business is pretty sad right now, nothing new coming in. I figured if I didn't keep on going my brain would shut down out of complete inactivity. So here I am, planning and organizing for things that haven't happened yet and might not happen at all." He smiled sheepishly, trying to ignore the man's earlier snobbery, but found he had to defend his position, as a matter of pride.
"I'm not knocking university education - I have a business degree myself - I've just been on my toes so long - in the field, you know - that I can't fathom a classroom environment anymore." He nodded at Edwards, hoping he would stop treating him like dumb muscle.
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