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[RP for David] Guess I need a bodyguard.

Mar 29, 2008 12:41

It was what he did when he needed to clear his mind. He cleaned. Ford started with one room in his San Francisco apartment and then moved to the next until by the end of the day his entire loft would be clean. To him it was a productive way to spend a Saturday. He didn't clean for other people, though. It wasn't like he had any guests. He cleaned ( Read more... )

[location] chicago, [muse] ford mckenie, [location] san francisco, [post] roleplay, [muse] david levin

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gen_davideus March 29 2008, 17:57:02 UTC

Back in Chicago, David's eyes were focused on the man tied up across the way from him. An hour earlier, the man had been whining about how he had the wrong guy, and that he didn't know what he was doing, but after the reality had set in that David really didn't care, he had clammed up and spent most of the past half hour being rather quiet. Once in a while he would make an attempt to start conversation, but David would just glance over to the sheathed sword that was resting against the chair he was sitting in and raise an eyebrow back at the man. That was usually enough to get him to shut his pie hole ( ... )

and_twosyllable March 29 2008, 18:14:44 UTC

Ford was hunched over, reading the unfinished E-mail detailing his boring, but wealthy San Francisco exploits. He hovered his mouse over the x at the corner but David Levin picked up - the E-mail was saved, for now ( ... )

gen_davideus March 29 2008, 18:24:51 UTC

David was silent for a good long time. Granted, he had only been in the private security business for a few years, but he knew that generally speaking people didn't usually phrase it with things like "dispatch me." He pushed himself up from his chair and made his way over to the table, where he had left the new laptop one of his partners insisted he buy. He was really a computer guy -- he still advertised in the phone book, for Christ's sake. But he did know the advantage of Google.

"Who am I speaking to?" he asked calmly, not giving away whatever doubts he may have had about what the client was up to. He'd gotten pretty good at lying. You have to be if you're going to lie to gods on a regular basis.

There was something off with this guy. He didn't sound nearly paranoid enough if he thought someone was going to kill him, and David didn't take cases just for the fun of it.

and_twosyllable March 29 2008, 18:44:50 UTC

The plumber/exterminator van drove off and Ford got a good look. What he thought was a clogged pipe was some sort of insect, dead on its back. Rubber, no less. It was confirmed: exterminator. Tilting his head he saw a red jaguar pull up to the building. Maybe his hitmen wanted to travel in style. He was already in too deep, anyway. And he couldn't lie about who he was. Not if he wanted to tell the truth -- eventually, anyway ( ... )

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