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Post by ANNE SOPHIE PLANTAGENET on Apr 7, 2012 1:54:24 GMT -5
She started to walk towards the park, her hands fiddled with some paintings as she felt her eyes water. Another fight that she had with Richard, each one more disastrous than the last. Looking behind her, she started to wonder what Richard was up to. Her mind wandered into other worlds as she was not sure if she felt so secure with herself having her own secret hiding spot.
Biting down her nail, she started to enter the apartment that was now her turned studio as she closed the door and started to undo the clothes as she let each one fall. She needed release , release from all of the pressure in her life. Letting her hair down, she now wore just her underwear as she started to head towards her selection of drinks.
Serving herself a vodka with a few lemon slices she took a swig of the spirit and sighed. In a very unusual way she felt a little bit compelled to actually let go of the lie. But she liked to know if Richard was ever in pain, yet now that she saw that their fights still continued. Well she had no other choice to make a decisions. Walking away from the bar, she released her bra and lied as she started to feel the tears start to pool down her eyes.
Her old self appearing anew to the world. If she could get out of the problem she faced, she would be happy. She was spinning a fantasy in her own world, work was good . But it did not fulfill her , what happened to the heart wrenching energy she had. She did not even know where her son was now, why she had lost the memory of her ex . Why she could not remember his face.
Oh the woes of the woman who was in love with a murderer.
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Post by DETECTIVE PETER ARAMIS on Apr 7, 2012 2:20:14 GMT -5
Someone up there didn’t like him very much. Peter knew God and his mother had a pact, but did it really have to be centered around making his life difficult? Normal witches asked for things that were useful, like money and power, not tormenting their sons into eternity. Today was just another show of that divine retribution. He was going to have to start going to church more, because this was ridiculous.
"Aramis, those windows overlook the crime scene. Go up and start canvassing," Gerry had ordered, busy trying to manage the scene. "And make sure you knock on every door, and speak to everyone."
He was the low man on the totem pole, but he wasn’t a cadet. He could figure out how to manage a canvas. So he had stormed off in a huff, intending to get it done as fast as he could, so he could get back to real police work. After several doors being slammed in his face, Peter was more than fed up. They were investigating a murder. One of their kids had grown up and become a dangerous gang member who had shot someone in their posh neighborhood. All this door slamming was accomplishing was that the hood went free to shoot one of them next time. Honestly...
He came to the next door, raising his hand up and knocking sharply. "NYPD," he called, hoping someone in this apartment would have something worthwhile to tell him.
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Post by ANNE SOPHIE PLANTAGENET on Apr 7, 2012 2:54:39 GMT -5
She stood up and groaned as she heard the NYPD, her hands covering her boobs as she opened the door and stared at the man. Her brow quirking as she leaned in her body as she sighed. "Yes officer what is it"she asked as she studied her nails. She was not going to be very short and slam the door. She needed the company , but she was not going to deny that she wondered what in the world was he doing here. "Well are you coming in officer it is a little chilli for my skin"she started to say as she wondered how long he would keep her waiting. Biting down her lip, she sighed as she left the door open and walked inside and over towards where she kept her big shirt and put it on.
Her body walking back to the door as she sighed and rubbed her neck. "So your just a mute then" she asked as she half smiled and started to push her hair back in a pony tail as she wondered if he just was going to stay there or do something.
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Post by DETECTIVE PETER ARAMIS on Apr 7, 2012 3:26:28 GMT -5
When the door opened, Peter wasn't expecting the woman to be naked. Well, naked from the waist up. Well, naked period, even if she still had something on to cover her lower half...
He was speechless.
Finally, after asking him more than once what he wanted or if he was coming in, she retreated to grab a shirt to cover up her endowments. Now, had he been at his other job or even been on his own time, he would have made a comment. He would have probably followed her in on her first invitation, too. But that was his other life. Here and now, he was a police officer - a detective. He couldn't have lewd thoughts like that.
"So your just a mute then"
He cleared his throat a little, watching as she threw her hair up.
"Yes, Ma'am. I mean, no, Ma'am," he replied, noticing his western accent had slipped on in as soon as he'd gotten flustered. "I can speak."
Though, he really wasn't showing her any of his skill right then.
"I'm Detective Peter Aramis. I'm with the NYPD."
Right, he'd already announced who he was with...He was really not doing a great job here.
"Do you mind if I ask you some questions about the murder in the alley?"
He glanced down at his notepad. She may have been wearing a shirt, but there was nothing left to his imagination. She'd looked upset - what he could see around the two distractions in front of him - and he was hopeful that maybe she knew something.
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Post by ANNE SOPHIE PLANTAGENET on Apr 7, 2012 3:47:25 GMT -5
She sighed as she rubbed her neck and started to close her eyes briefly. Her hand rubbed her temples as she grabbed the mans shirt and pushed him inside the apartment. She had ignored his previous words, as she closed the door behind her, she sighed and started to walk back inside. " So tell me these questions peter" she said and started to walk towards the coffee table and grabbed a cup . Her hands setting it down as she crossed her legs and started to serve herself a cup of coffee as she prepared one for her guest.
" Oh stop calling me mam! my name is Anne! "she yelled as she was always so tired of hearing such formalities. She was hating her life, so the formalities where just a reminder of that life. Smiling, she started to nurse her drink as she was not so usually as inviting into her home.But here she was. " You know you can relax. after all that will make your words flow out a lot easier" she started to point out as she stood up and walked over to him and started to take off his jacket in a rather gentle manner.
" I am sorry , am I being rude"she asked as she was worried about how she was acting. Should she be a little bit more lineament or a little bit more rough. She seemed actually kind of bossy.
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Post by DETECTIVE PETER ARAMIS on Apr 7, 2012 4:10:26 GMT -5
Now, if he thought things would go much more normally with her shirt on, he was mistaken. Before he could ask any questions, he was pulled into the room by his shirt. The blue fabric held long enough for him to find his feet and follow the pull. The door was closed behind him and he wondered what proper police procedure was now.
"So tell me these questions Peter"
He blinked, watching her go over to the table to fiddle with the coffee. Well, coffee was sure something he could get on board with.
"Well, Ma'am..."
"Oh stop calling me mam! My name is Anne!"
He was surprised she had yelled at him. He clutched his notebook and took a long breath, figuring he could do what she asked.
"My apologies, Anne...I'll just...I'll get these questions started."
"You know you can relax. after all that will make your words flow out a lot easier," she offered with a smile.
She was right. If he would relax, this would be much easier. Not much threw him off kilter, but she'd managed it when she opened the door, and he needed to get his equilibrium back.
"Well, there was a murder in the alley, and right now we're looking for anyone in the building who..."
He paused mid sentence, watching as she stood up and walked over to him. Before he could speak, she was pulling his jacket off with efficient hands.
"I am sorry, am I being rude?"
"Uhh...No, it's fine, Ma...Anne," he replied, thinking he would have taken the jacket off on his own if she had asked. "I just need to know if you saw anything this morning, or if you may have known about the murder, perhaps overhearing something?"
Very smooth, Aramis. Way to get the conversation back in your court. The problem was that he knew it wouldn't stay there if this woman had any say in the matter.
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Post by ANNE SOPHIE PLANTAGENET on Apr 23, 2012 22:22:28 GMT -5
She bit down on her lip and started to cock her head. No she was not really analyzing the poor man . But she could not help it. She did not know anything about what had happened. Standing, she sighed and started to curl her and stretch them. "Anne Plantagenet does not live here. I come here for refuge and to think up on a plan gorgeous"she teased as she stuck out her tongue and teased him.
Her body shifted as she was not used to giving her name, but she was curious to know who this man was. Why he was here, well she already knew that. So the question just remained. Did he know who she was , what she was linked to. Who she was linked to. The questions flushed through her mind as she wanted to express it with words. Yet , she did not know why, she was also feeling a little uncomfortable.
She was feeling adventurous , and she as a married woman should not be thinking about the opposite sex. But she was, and she was now realizing that maybe she needed this , to be more free. " You can use my place for a hide out if you ever need to have this place as a look out for that killer. " she said as she smoothed out her shirt and started to see that it was rather small.
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Post by DETECTIVE PETER ARAMIS on Apr 23, 2012 23:15:15 GMT -5
Peter watched as Anne studied him, tilting her head to the side like she was puzzling him out. She even bit her lip in such an earnest way.
"Anne Plantagenet does not live here. I come here for refuge and to think up on a plan gorgeous."
Before he could puzzle that out, she stuck her tongue out at him, teasing him. But she’d given him something else – Anne Plantagenet. There were a few running around this city. It meant she had money, so if she was here in this apartment, it probably meant that this wasn’t her home, but her escape.
Score one for Detective Aramis, Third Grade.
“And just what do you think and plan on, Anne?” He asked, curious now.
"You can use my place for a hide out if you ever need to have this place as a look out for that killer."
He blinked over at Anne. She was offering her apartment to them to look out for their killer, but it sounded like it was also a personal invitation.
“Thank you, Anne. I appreciate the offer, and if we need to requisition your apartment, you will be reimbursed.” He jotted down her offer for later, hoping they wouldn’t need it. He was already getting mixed signals from this woman without spending extended periods in her apartment. “As for myself, I have an apartment of my own, even if yours is much nicer.”
He grinned a little, trying to lighten the mood. It was either that or get flustered again. He was trying to get away from flustered.
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Post by ANNE SOPHIE PLANTAGENET on Jul 9, 2012 19:25:37 GMT -5
To much information tickled her tiny brain. The mere thought of this man making an effort to step back well was fascinating. She could even see that the man did not know who she was and what she was. So she had the leverage here and now. Stirrings deep inside her heart for the touch of a man were creeping forth.
How she would act out the whole scene and how he would figure out who she was well was a mystery that she would leave in his hands. " Yes she was a little bit of a devil in that sense. But she could not help herself. Sliding her feet up to his chest , she poked up as she tsk at him and started to sigh.
" Well well if you don'y know who I am then I better not tell you but I am married" she said quite flatly out and my last name was Lancaster and I have a son Henry who is at a very prestigious school in England. I know many of the folk around the city especially the mayor Hector Tomei " she said and grinned.
" So riddle me that then who am I" she said and started to find her face inches apart from this young and beautiful man. A man of the law who was in her house who could leave to something. Should she really guide her heart to these stirrings.
Should she back down. Should she fight the constant need to actually feel things. What about Richard. She knew his spies were everywhere. Yet what would she find at the end of the road. " Are you a man who seeks pleasure in the job" she asked as she curled one of his locks of hair on her finger and sat down on his lap.
She could study a man, she knew how to. Richard had taught her many things and one of them was to never trust a man's word. Could she learn anew what it meant to finally trust somebody.
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Post by DETECTIVE PETER ARAMIS on Jul 9, 2012 23:38:18 GMT -5
Anne was interesting. He was already finding that he could not figure her out. Every time he tried, she did something that confused his instincts. He was on the job, but his skills weren’t getting him far. However, her proximity was making his after-hour instincts stir. He could handle a woman. He could take them home, he could show them a good time, and he could send them away with a smile on their face. But mostly, he could catch their attention.
Without trying to, he knew he had her attention.
"Well, well if you don't know who I am then I better not tell you, but I am married," she tsk’d at him, then spoke quite bluntly. “And my last name was Lancaster and I have a son, Henry, who is at a very prestigious school in England. I know many of the folk around the city especially the mayor Hector Tormei.”
Married had never bothered him. It wasn’t his fault if his partner didn’t take their vows seriously. He just enjoyed that person while he had them and hoped that whatever they had to go back to wasn’t too terrible. And Mayor Tormei was no one he would want to run a fowl of, but he was sure she wasn’t his wife.
"So riddle me that, then who am I?"
Peter was about to tell her he didn’t care when she moved so their faces were inches apart at the most. He could smell her – perfume, skin, and finery. There was no guessing what she wanted. It was good to know his libido could still identify an easy mark, even if he wasn’t supposed to be using it.
"Are you a man who seeks pleasure in the job?"
“I – no. No, I do not.”
Still, she curled her hair around her finger and climbed into his lap, like they were very good friends.
“Anne, really, you’re a wonderful woman, but I can’t be doing this.”
Still his lips said one thing, but he made no move to touch her or move her off him. She wasn’t the slightest of women, but he could have moved her if he wanted to. All those mixed signals were loud and clear now, and it was just his conscience giving him grief. His conscience, his oaths, his duty...
“We could...” Christ, Aramis, get some blood flowing up to your rational brain. “Some other time?”
He figured that was the best he could do. He was a man and temptation was literally in his lap. He’d never been one who resisted things like that because he’d never had to. It was killing him to do so then.
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