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Post by ||ADMIN AL|| on Jan 2, 2012 3:52:45 GMT -5
OUTSIDE [/font]  Hang out outside or take a stroll with company down the winter-paved walkway. Did you leave something in your car?[/size][/center] |
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Post by DETECTIVE OLIVIA ATHOS on Jan 6, 2012 0:23:19 GMT -5
Olivia rubbed her palms together out of unease not the cold. Despite the snow that blanketed the ground outside of the Mayor’s home, she wasn’t in the least bit cold. Either she’d grown numb to the wind in the ten minutes she’d been standing there or she was too preoccupied in her own head to notice. She wore only a white dress and pair of heels out on the front lawn. The smooth, fabric of her gown accentuated her subtle curves and had it not been for her dark brown hair and tanned shoulders she would have completely disappeared in with the snow around her. She may have been standing just a few feet outside the door but, she could have been just about anywhere else. Her mind wondered around aimlessly; it was the first time in months that she was actually out and about in the world. Three weeks in a hospital bed, a month in a rehabilitation facility, and the last month an a half traipsing back and forth to physical therapy hadn’t been Olivia’s idea of a good time. All the while she’d been forbidden to enter the 20th precinct. Once in a while she got a fellow detective to smuggle out a case file or two for her to read but, even that did little to cheer her up. She wanted nothing more than to be back at her desk doing what she did best. But, no, she was stuck in her apartment. Granted she left to go to PT four times a week, and therapy twice a week, and walks in Central Park daily but, she still felt trapped. She’d been complaining to the Captain that she wanted to get back to work as soon as possible but, he insisted she take more time off. After a while he agreed that if she came to the Mayor’s New Years Eve party he would consider bringing her back a few weeks early. Olivia just about kissed him and made him shake on it before leaving his office. So here she was on New Years Eve wearing a gorgeous gown, at a lavish party, trying to avoid the vast selection of spirits in the ballroom, and feeling absolutely miserable. No work. No alcohol. No life. What had become of her in only a few short months? She’d spent so much time working cases that the only real friends she’d made had been on the force. There were no women friends to go out to lunch with, no guy friends to go sit through a game of hockey, and no boyfriend to make the lonely cold nights a little less lonely and a little less cold. Standing out in the frigid weather she fought back the images that so often plagued her at night. The thundering blasts, the sharp pain, and the billows of cold white air that had wisped from her shooter’s mouth. Olivia examined the long trails of air that exited her own mouth and for the first time since she’d stepped outside she shivered. All she wanted was a nice glass of wine or hell, a sip of wine, but, the doctor’s had been quite clear that it would interfere with the medication that they had prescribed. It’d been since October 16th since her last drink and still her mouth craved it, her stomach ached for it, and heart beat just a little bit faster when she saw it. The wind picked up a bit and she rubbed her arms with her hands. The scar on her shoulder was exposed to the air but, the cold felt soothing on it. The last few days it had been sore, more so than usual, and this bought of wind seemed to be the only thing to quell it. The bodice of her gown had concealed the bruising around her ribs that still hadn’t completely disappeared. Purple, green, and yellow patches were the only remnants of cracked and bruised ribs. A shadow fell next to hers and for a moment she tensed up. But, there was something familiar about the smooth silhouette cast by the figure that she instantly relaxed. Turning her head slightly, she gave a smile, “Hey you.” |
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Post by PERRY "POSEIDON" GOETZKE on Feb 16, 2012 11:50:16 GMT -5
Perry wasn't quite sure why he decided to show. Hector always invited the men he hired to come join in on the festivities. Originally, Perry scoffed and brushed it off, aiming to spend his night on his boat, sleeping or fishing. But, when he was stretched out on his boat, he was bored. Extremely and utterly bored. He had a suit in his closet. Grey jacket, light red shirt, red tie. It was for some event he had years ago. 40 th Anniversary of something. It might have been his birthday... He didn't care. But it fit, and it was ready. So he grabbed the monkey suit, threw it on, and headed for the party. Perry walked slowly through the lawn, taking in the scene and snorting at the pristine layout. It was cold out, the wind nipping at his face, making him rub at it. He didn't mind the cold. It was just bothersome. As he passed a woman, though, she smiled and greeted him with a quick "Hey, you." Perry stopped, looking at her. Did he know her? No. He remembered faces, and this one was new. She mistook him for someone else. "You got the wrong guy, doll." |
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Post by DETECTIVE OLIVIA ATHOS on Feb 27, 2012 2:23:20 GMT -5
"You got the wrong guy, doll."
That wasn't the voice she had been expecting. Her soft green eyes blinked and she turned around a bit too quickly. A spasm shot up her back muscles and she did her best to keep the wince as quiet as she could. In all honesty she had expected the gentle cadence of John Watson and was more than a little surprised to see another man dwelling in the shadows.
She nodded in his direction, a smile coming to her lips. "Doll?" She wasn't annoyed by the term which surprised her. Then again, she'd been called much worse by others so, not much surprised her anymore. The smoothness of his tone caught her off balance; like he said the word all the time and it was just another part of his vocabulary. It was interesting, not something you heard everyday. And, Olivia kind of liked it.
"And no, you are not who I expected." she took a step toward him. The cold was doing wonders for her sore muscles. Although, her heels were starting to sink into the gathering snow. Perhaps, it wasn't the smartest idea to go for a walk in stilettos.
The man's red tie popped out against the stark white snow. It reminded her of that Parkinson Murder a few February's back. A lady offed her husband in the middle of Central Park with a .38. Olivia could hardly forget the smear of crimson against the snow bank. The way his body lay so peaceful and serene in the position of a snow angel. Had it not been for the circle of blood around his chest you would have thought he'd just fallen asleep.
She shook the memory from her head. "Unless you're a doctor." Olivia added with a laugh. "Then you might be."
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Post by PERRY "POSEIDON" GOETZKE on Feb 29, 2012 12:12:29 GMT -5
The woman turned quickly and her body shook once, quickly. A small spasm. Perry knew that anywhere. He had pains like that himself. Being in the Marines had it's moments after all. She was recently shot; the scar on her shoulder proved it. A few months ago, if he had to guess. She had all the signs of recovery. It must have been bad, too, considering she still felt pain.
Perry almost felt pity.
Almost.
"Doll?"
She approached him, sinking slightly in to the snow. What a place to be meeting someone. It was damn cold and snowing, and yet she decided to meet up outside? Why not in the lobby? Where there was heat. And no snow.
"And no, you are not who I expected. Unless you're a doctor. Then you might be."
"Yes. Doll." His close to ten years in Georgia left quite the impression on his vocabulary. Saying things like doll, darling, sweet was not unfamiliar to him, along with the more generic ya'll, reckon, and yonders that he managed to let slip. It was a wonder he was even from this part of the country.
"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not a doctor." He shrugged a shoulder lazily. "But, I know about those kinds of injuries." Perry gestured to her shoulder with a finger. "Have a few myself."
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Post by DETECTIVE OLIVIA ATHOS on Mar 3, 2012 14:16:52 GMT -5
"Yes. Doll." he made no excuse. His smooth baritone voice adding, "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not a doctor."
She breathed a smile. Olivia had a feeling that this man was not a doctor. But, it was probably safe to assume that he'd sent a fair few to see one. He didn't look dangerous, per se, but she could see the build in his arms. His suit fit snugly over his broad shoulders and chest. "I'll try to control my disappointment."
He shrugged, made a motion towards her shoulder, and said, "But, I know about those kinds of injuries." Olivia's smile faded and she did her best to mask her surprise. She wasn't convinced she'd done a good job. It wasn't as if she'd done the most incredible job of hiding her injuries and the incident had made several previews in the New York Times... Olivia just didn't think she'd made it so obvious. "Have a few myself."
She nodded. Her arms suddenly felt the brisk winter air. She'd been warm, or at least numb, up until this point. The fabric of her dress covered the scars but, standing here in this moment, Olivia felt naked. "Yeah, well." she began tentatively, "Wasn't one of my best days."
Olivia took a deep breath and folded her arms. "Let me guess.... Marines?" she wanted to move the subject onto him. "No offense, but you don't strike me as a cop."
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Post by PERRY "POSEIDON" GOETZKE on Apr 7, 2012 8:47:24 GMT -5
"I'll try to control my disappointment."
Perry smiled at her and slipped his hands in to his pockets. She frowned when he pointed out her injuries and seemed to be a little self conscious. She must have been ashamed of the wounds or scars. It was nothing to be ashamed of. Scars were known to be a symbol of dedication and strength. The fact that she was standing there know meant she had both.
"Yeah, well. Wasn't one of my best days."
Olivia took in a breath and folded her arms over her chest. "Let me guess... Marines? No offense, but you don't strike me as a cop."
He chuckled and smiled a little at her.
"Good thing I don't strike you as a cop. I'm not." He shrugged. "That was a good guess. I'm a Marine. Well, an ex-Marine."
Dishonorably discharged to be exact. He wasn't about to say that out loud. It wasn't something he was particularly happy about. All of it was a lie and it ruined his life. Being a convicted felon wasn't the best thing to be.
He looked around. "Why are you out here anyway?"
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