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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2007 9:45:47 GMT
Expecting noise, Mort got up immediately, putting the laptop down beside him quickly. He made it through the room fast, then jerked open the backdoor without hesitation. He expected a racoon or something going through his trash, maybe a cat.. but not a journalist.
To find Carolina sprawled over the ground ungracefully surprised him. For a moment he didn't know whether to become angry or to just laugh at the sight. He eventually decided to do neither, and drew a hand through his hair in frustration before walking over to her.
"Is this part of honest journalism, these days? Spying on people?" He asked, holding out a hand for her to take so he could help her up. Getting angry would probably just be what she'd like to see, so he didn't.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 4, 2007 9:52:32 GMT
well fuck me she thought sarcastically as she was discovered. "Huh? Journalism ? what? Oh .. this.. this isn't.." SHe chuckled a bit, trying to cover up her lack of a good story "This isn't what you think it is.. it's not. I bet you're just thinking that I'm snooping around trying to find something to nail on you or something but yeah actually it's not that.. no it's not I'm eh.." She kept babbling as she took a hold of his hand to get herself back up on her feet. She brushed her clothes off and felt how her cheeks slowly turned red-ish. "I'm here to.. apologize... yes.. that's it.. it just didn't go as planned" She said.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2007 9:58:58 GMT
He smirked at that, her lack of good story. "I'll just write down the number you owe me and we can settle it at the end of the month." He joked. "Two, so far."
For a moment they just stood there, awkwardness growing. They were 'enemies', after all, but good form didn't allow either of them to handle things that way. Mort sighed glanced back to the backdoor. Maybe he could just.. invite her in. Maybe if she *saw* that he didn't keep chainsaws around, she'd be less suspicious and maybe give in sooner?
His eyes returned to Carolina, and he shrugged his shoulders in a almost shy-looking gesture. "Instead of standing on my trashbin, you could've rang the doorbell." He said, "Do you wanna come in for some coffee? You can check my toychest, I swear I don't hide a gun in there, so we can get this over with, kay?"
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 4, 2007 10:07:06 GMT
"Your doorbell wasn't within my reach" she said, as if explaining still why she was there. And she needed to because she knew how suspicious her actions were and the last thing she needed was making a murderer suspicious. At this moment alone he had already reason enough to kill her..
"C-coffee?" Carolina repeated, a bit surprised by this. Her brain wasn't working as fast as she wanted, she still needed to clear her name, but him inviting her in, being the bigger man out of the two of them, figuratively spoken, that was almost as if he would win this battle between I'm-the-good-one-out-of-the-two-of-us.
bazar, there's a town's bazar!! she suddenly remembered the big poster hanging in the supermarkt. "Well.. I was going to invite you to go to this town's bazar kinda thing.. but coffee first sounds good" She accepted his offer just to be more credible.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2007 10:18:15 GMT
"Good." He said, glad that she accepted his offer. He was in a place where he had nothing to lose, after all. He didn't keep anything hidden inside, no attributes you might expect from a murderer, so he was more than content to make her see it with her own two eyes. Maybe she'd stop thinking of him as the killer then. Maybe it would help. Either way, it wouldn't make things worse.
He walked to the backdoor together with her, so they ended up in the kitchen. Safe for an empty bag of Dorito's on the counter and some dishes in the sink this looked pretty much deserted. "Don't mind the mess," He warned as he lead her to the livingroom, "I haven't got around giving everything a place yet.. stuff like that." It wasn't bad though - a lot better than it had been in Tashmore Lake. The only stuff lying around was things like pens and paper, his laptop on the table now, a slinkie.. stuff like that. "I'll get some coffee." He said, "Take a seat." He left her alone in the livingroom to make coffee.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 4, 2007 10:24:04 GMT
She nodded and sat down on the couch. Curiously she looked around the place, this was far better then peeking inside through the window. This was a front row seat!
She took one of the papers that was next to the slinkie and read through the notes, apparantly they were from a book or something, short notes and scribbles, some unreadable. She didn't even mind the mess, seeing as she couldn't judge from that "my place is a mess too, everything is still in boxes and all" She mumbled. Since she had moved here a couple of days ago she had only been writing on her laptop and calling people, doing research. None of it involved unpacking her things.
She put the papers back on the table and grabbed the slinkie, playing around with it while waiting for her coffee. "These are cool. . used to have em when I was a kid" she remarked, not really to anyone in particular.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2007 10:45:58 GMT
Mort only just nudged the door open though, walking in with two mugs of coffee. He smirked when he heard her remark on the slinkie. "I use it as a presse-papier." He explained the toy. "Or.. sometimes.. just as a slinkie." He had to admit.
He sat down on the couch too, leaned forward to put the mugs with steaming coffee down on the table.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 4, 2007 10:55:18 GMT
Carolina smirked a bit, besides the awkwardness of him finding her down on the ground she pretty much had no shame anymore. "You shouldn't deny the true purpose of a slinkie, makes it feel bad" She smirked and put it away, only to get a hold of her coffeemug with two hands. She put it down on her lap and turned to look at Mort. For some reason he looked different then she had seen him before. Some shyness had covered him..
"So.. are you up for coming to this bazar with me ? see it as.. my apology for the bad start I made the other day"
It wasn't an apology, it was merely a way to get back on his good side. It was easier to snoop around when she was led into the places she wanted to snoop around... And besides, he totally looked like the bazar/ jumble sales type of guy, looking like a hippie and all.. yah.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2007 11:09:51 GMT
He hesitated.. he didn't see the sense in it. Inviting her in made sense, maybe it would stop her from snooping around. But going to that thing together - what the hell was she after then? He didn't believe it to function as an 'apology', she didn't seem too sincere about that. But he couldn't figure out what she was trying then. Maybe she hoped for him to tell her something he 'shouldn't'. Well, he had nothing to hide. Let her try, he figured.
"Sure." He therefore agreed, before taking a sip of the coffee.
As he did he glanced at her, taking a good look at her. She seemed to be in her late twenties, long blonde hair, greyish eyes. From a first look he wouldn't judge her to be a journalist. Maybe a tv host. Or a teacher on elimentary school or something. Some 'cute' job. The previous meetings had formed his opinion about her differently though, he felt as if he had to be wary about this girl who seemed so.. contrary, to the things she did.
His thoughts were distracted when the phone started ringing. He glanced over, got up and shoved his mug on the table. "Excuse me." He told Carolina, picked up the phone and wandered to the other half of the room where the bookshelves were. "Mort Rainey." He answered the phone. It was his literacy agent. For a short while he updated Herb on what he needed to know, his back to Carolina, facing the books in his shelves as he read the titles while talking to Herb.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 4, 2007 16:01:46 GMT
"Great..okay sure" Carolina watched him get up and walk away from her. great now you're going to a bazar with a murderer! What the hell were you thinking?
She sniffed her coffee before she took a sip. For a few seconds she expected to fall over and die, who knows what he might have put in the coffee..
She quickly switched the cups after the first sip, just to be sure he wasn't tricking her into anything..
While Mort was on the phone Carolina got up and walked around, not in his sight eventhough it wasn't a crime to walk around.
She eyed the laptop, wondering what kind of information would be on it...
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