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extrasprinkles2013-12-10 11:15 am
keyrack) wrote in extrasprinkles2013-12-10 11:15 am
Heavy Downpour 8U
WHO Murphy Pendleton (keyrack) and Agent Norman Jayden (nahmanjayden)
WHAT While closing the files for the Origami Killer case, Norman Jayden begins to suspect that a boy named Charlie Pendleton was the Origami Killer's first victim, and goes to Maine to speak to his father about his son's technically unsolved murder.
WHEN Some time after the Origami Killer case is closed, and after Murphy escapes from Silent Hill and Sewell goes to prison.
WHERE Murphy's garage
Murphy loved working with his hands. The feeling of the tangible things like metal and tools under his fingers reminded him that he was alive, that the world was still concrete and that he had not faded into nothingness in that horrible town. And so, it made perfect sense to him to rent a small garage after he was able to come out of hiding, after Sewell was convicted for what happened to Frank. The thought of going back to Boston was tempting, but there were too many memories. It was really on a whim that he ended up settling down in Maine, where his only real friend was. Officer Cunningham was the only person he interacted with much on a steady basis, and he was expecting her to come by today, so when he heard footsteps, he tightened a bolt a bit more and craned his neck so his voice would carry better from under the Impala he was working on.
"Just a second!" he called out, and then went back to the stubborn vehicle. "Under the car back here. Just be a minute." Today was a sunny day, and the light carried under the car from the open garage door; he'd wanted to let in a little light and take advantage of the good spring weather. Though occasionally the pollen made him sneeze, it was still nice to get some fresh air. It also made it easier to work with all the light that came in, and he was able to finish up with the muffler quicker than normal. Which made it so he was able to slide out on the creeper only moments after his visitor arrived.
"Sorry about that," he muttered, grabbing for a rag and wiping some of the grease from his hands. There was still some on his face and on his neck, but he had no way of knowing. "Glad you could make it. Figured maybe we could--" and that was when he looked up and saw an unfamiliar face rather than Officer Cunningham's.
Well, shit.
"Shit. I thought you were someone else. Here to pick up a car?" he was still sitting down on the creeper and he stood, tucking the grease stained rag into his pocket. For a moment he thought the man was the owner of the Chevy he'd just finished last night, but he was pretty sure the man had come in in overalls every other time he'd met him. This guy... didn't look like someone who'd bring a car to a dumpy little one-man auto shop. He was wearing a nice suit.
keyrack) and Agent Norman Jayden (nahmanjayden)WHAT While closing the files for the Origami Killer case, Norman Jayden begins to suspect that a boy named Charlie Pendleton was the Origami Killer's first victim, and goes to Maine to speak to his father about his son's technically unsolved murder.
WHEN Some time after the Origami Killer case is closed, and after Murphy escapes from Silent Hill and Sewell goes to prison.
WHERE Murphy's garage
Murphy loved working with his hands. The feeling of the tangible things like metal and tools under his fingers reminded him that he was alive, that the world was still concrete and that he had not faded into nothingness in that horrible town. And so, it made perfect sense to him to rent a small garage after he was able to come out of hiding, after Sewell was convicted for what happened to Frank. The thought of going back to Boston was tempting, but there were too many memories. It was really on a whim that he ended up settling down in Maine, where his only real friend was. Officer Cunningham was the only person he interacted with much on a steady basis, and he was expecting her to come by today, so when he heard footsteps, he tightened a bolt a bit more and craned his neck so his voice would carry better from under the Impala he was working on.
"Just a second!" he called out, and then went back to the stubborn vehicle. "Under the car back here. Just be a minute." Today was a sunny day, and the light carried under the car from the open garage door; he'd wanted to let in a little light and take advantage of the good spring weather. Though occasionally the pollen made him sneeze, it was still nice to get some fresh air. It also made it easier to work with all the light that came in, and he was able to finish up with the muffler quicker than normal. Which made it so he was able to slide out on the creeper only moments after his visitor arrived.
"Sorry about that," he muttered, grabbing for a rag and wiping some of the grease from his hands. There was still some on his face and on his neck, but he had no way of knowing. "Glad you could make it. Figured maybe we could--" and that was when he looked up and saw an unfamiliar face rather than Officer Cunningham's.
Well, shit.
"Shit. I thought you were someone else. Here to pick up a car?" he was still sitting down on the creeper and he stood, tucking the grease stained rag into his pocket. For a moment he thought the man was the owner of the Chevy he'd just finished last night, but he was pretty sure the man had come in in overalls every other time he'd met him. This guy... didn't look like someone who'd bring a car to a dumpy little one-man auto shop. He was wearing a nice suit.
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"Fine," he gave in when Norman actually pointed it out out loud. "Guess that makes sense. I'll stay outta your way. I'll just open the locker and then let you do your thing." Whatever that is. Because it's true, Murphy never has run a crime scene. "If you need to leave sooner, let me know."
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"Tomorrow'll be fine." He confirmed, attempting to mask the uncertainty in his voice. Tomorrow might be fine. But another child might be standing in a deep well by then. "And don't worry about the flight, you can go with me. Save you a lot of money." Yes, there's nothing worse than the price of a last minute flight. Not to mention the kind of seat you're likely to get.
"Again, thank you." He really can't stress how relieving it is to have someone so willing to help out. And in such a major way.
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Looking up, he tried not to notice the clouds. "Thanks," he said gratefully, glad to be spared the hassle of booking a flight. All of this was happening so fast and so out of the blue that he found himself a bit disoriented, and he hoped it wouldn't be for nothing. Murphy had always been a model prisoner, the cooperative sort, and it showed now as he made plans with the agent. "In that case, if you'd rather leave tonight, I'd just need a little time to get some things together."
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This was going quite a bit better than he'd anticipated and he was pleased. Well, as pleased as you can be when you're working on a case like this with no real assistance other than monetary and transportation related matters.
"So, you can just call me when you're ready and, uh... I guess I'll come pick you up or something." God, he was bad at this. He didn't envy Murphy having to spend a plane ride with him.
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Between the two of them, it was going to be the most awkward, antisocial plane ride in history. Murphy wiped his hands reflexively on his coveralls and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Guess I'd better close up the garage, then." He was just making idle, out loud chitchat that was really more relevant in his head, and he was already scooping up his tools and putting them in his toolbox by the end of the sentence.
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"So, I'll just be goin then." He backed up a few more steps. "Thanks again, Mr. Pendleton." He called as he turned to walk away. Boy, this was not going to be fun.