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Richard Strand ([personal profile] disproof) wrote2019-09-27 11:15 am
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(206): No, handcuffs and friendship bracelets are not "basically" the same thing.
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WOOO sorry about the pause, work got crazy!

[personal profile] disproof 2021-07-10 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll be at the Angel's nine o'clock.

[ As if Sam won't be able to recognize him at night, or as if there will be a whole broad swath of uptight academic types pacing tetchily at the fountain's edge. There's always someone slinking around the park at any hour, but Sam knows his stuff: the place is relatively quiet, and the people who are on the terrace are all desperately attempting to avoid acknowledging anyone else's existence.

[ Except, of course, for Strand, who pauses between steps and drags to briefly eye anyone who comes within a fifty foot radius of him. When he spots Sam, he barely breaks a step to change direction and beeline over. He doesn't speak until he's close enough to talk lowly. ]

Mr. Drake.

[ He doesn't get Sam a onceover until he's close enough either, but there's a very impatient sense of scrutiny as he casts his eyes up and down Sam--let's he can divine something about the expedition just by looking. ]
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No worries! I live for backtagging

[personal profile] seekingmyfortune 2021-07-12 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Sam takes his time walking through Central Park, taking in the surrounding city lights and fresh air, enjoying a cigarette as he makes his way to the fountain. There aren't many who would deign to walk through here after dark, but that doesn't stop him from eyeing up every homeless guy he passes. It reminds him a little of his time on the streets in South America, when he always had to keep whatever money he earned that day close to his chest and be extra careful of anyone that "accidentally" bumped into him. The last thing he wants now is to show up under the angel empty handed, especially when so much money is on the line.

It's not hard to tell who his target is either. He's the one guy pacing impatiently at the base, looking far too clean and put together. Sam, on the other hand, looks like he just stepped off an airplane and didn't bother to change. His jeans and v-neck shirt are wrinkled, and the denim jacket he wears over it looks like its been well loved.

As he approaches, Sam takes one more drag off his cigarette before tossing it to the ground.]

Mr. Strand.

[He mimics, almost mockingly. He gives him a once over as well. One can never be too careful.]

See you forgot to bring the fries. [He smiles, if only to lessen the formality of the situation.] You have any trouble on your way over here?
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[personal profile] disproof 2021-07-15 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
It's doctor. Dr. Strand.

[ Really? Littering? Strand gives him a withering look when he tosses that butt, still nursing his own smoke to the very last. By the way he guards that cigarette and by the slightly shabby look of his carefully tucked, tied, and ironed ensemble, a person could assume that he's not the kind of doctor that has a ton of money to throw around for the purposes of finding ancient artifacts.

[ Regardless, he approaches Sam with his smoke held politely to the side, the only ounce of politeness in his body. He tucks his head down confidentially the closer he gets. ]

Trouble doesn't find all of us as easily as it does some. Don't tell me you ran into something between the motel and here that's going on the bill?
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