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Post by eri on Oct 18, 2008 22:33:32 GMT -1
Eri walked through the gardens. It was well after midnight, a time when no woman should be out walking by herself, but she had just gotten off duty and was cutting across the gardens to take the underground home to Soho. She wrapped her arms closer around herself, as the chilly night air brushed over her jacket and jeans, searching for a way in to chill the former angel's more sensitive body. All way quiet around her, except for her footsteps along the path. She paused, thinking back almost twenty years to a disastrous date with an American Casanova. God, he must have spent two weeks trying to convince her to go out with him, and up until he'd brought her to his hotel room, it was great, he'd even gotten up on the pub's small stage and serenaded her.
"And even as I wander
I'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window
On a cold, dark winter's night
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might...
" her voice disappeared into the night air as she continued on her way.
(OOC: Lyrics to song "Can't Fight This Feeling" © REO Speedwagon)
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Oct 19, 2008 13:05:39 GMT -1
Esme had totally lost track of time whilst she was studying in the library on the school campus. With the mock trial coming up she had seemed to forget all about the world that she had been so deeply connected to for the months preceding. Her human life taking precedence. Her parents would question what was wrong with her if she didn't win the mock trial, so that's why she had planned on doing that entire night, coming up with any and every counter for the trial.
She had been in the library studying long past when all the lights were turned off, completely unaware of the time. It was merely when she got up to get a cup of coffee that she even looked at her watch, 11:54 it had read. It wasn't until 12:05 that she was out of the library and beginning her long trek back to her loft. She knew that walking back home was worthless because she would only be studying more, but she had learned from experience that the later you stay at the library, the creepier the people became.
She had pulled her Mp3 player out of her pocket and was listening to the sounds of Guns 'n' Roses pounding in her eardrums. She was humming along to the newest leaked songs that her brothered had emailed to her from his new home in Lesotho. She was halfway through the garden when she saw someone in front of her, walking towards her. Esme was half inclined to take a different route or jump into a bush or something, being so hyped on caffeine her brain was telling her to run even though she knew she could handle herself against any normal human, but who knew if this person was a normal human. She had determined the best idea was to keep on the pathway and hope that this person paid no mind to her.
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Post by eri on Oct 19, 2008 13:18:40 GMT -1
Eri heard the strains of music behind her and turned around to see who was following her. It was only a human girl... nothing to be apprehensive about... but the strangeness that emenated from her... oh well, it was pointless at this time of night. Eri was tired and just wanted to go home, go to bed, and worry about the criminals another day. If not for the odd girl, she would forget the underground, spread her wings and fly all the way back to her small flat... and walk up four floors. However...
"It's dangerous for a young lady like yourself to be walking around here at night all alone," she said, turning around. This girl didn't look like she could defend herself if she was attacked, and Eri memorized the face, just in case this pretty little human ended up in the morgue the next morning. "Perhaps I could... I could walk you home."
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Oct 19, 2008 13:28:42 GMT -1
Esme looked up, pulling one earbud out of her ear as the person ahead of her began to speak to her. They had a voice, like the tinkling of bells, and had offered to walk Esme home? One female offering to walk the other home, that seemed quite peculiar. London was a much colder city than Leeds, but even back home no one would ever offer to walk Esme home unless with greater plans in mind.
Esme moved closer to the stranger and as she got closer she noticed an aura different from a normal human. Maybe this person had the idea of truly proteting Esme as she walked home, she wouldn't outright deny this person the opportunity to do so, but she wouldn't trust them entirely also. "And how, might I ask, will you get home if you were to walk me home? I'd be safe, but your trip home wouldn't be quite that way."
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Post by eri on Oct 19, 2008 18:09:01 GMT -1
"I'm not without certain connections," Eri told her. "And besides," she flashed her badge, "There are few who'd mess with a cop who's packing, off-duty or not." She put the shield away, revealing her gun for the briefest of moments, "I'd find some way to get home, I could always call a patrol car." Her voice was non-chalant and conversational, grateful for the added opportunity to just fly home. "Since we're going the same way, it can't be too much of a distance between the two, now, where do you live?" the former angel smiled in a friendly fashion, "Besides, I'd feel bad if I came into work tomorrow morning and saw you laid out on the Medical Examiner's table."
((OOC: ok, I'll admit, not my best))
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Oct 19, 2008 21:00:16 GMT -1
Esme felt a slight shiver run down her back when the stranger admitted how bad she would feel if she were to see Esme in the morgue the following morning. Perhaps she would take up the stranger's offer to walk her home, besides, Esme quite enjoyed meeting new people.
"Sure, you could walk me home. It's just about 10 more minutes down the road a bit," Esme pointed in the general direction of her flat. "I'm Esme, by the way, Esme Lolland. And you are...?" Esme trailed off, prompting the woman to introduce herself.
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Post by eri on Oct 21, 2008 20:31:49 GMT -1
"Detective Eri Hakigami, London Homocide," the former angel smiled, "A bit wordy and maybe a bit grim, but nevertheless." She paused, waiting for Esme to lead the way, "It's just a few minutes away from the underground stop I have to take into Soho, so it's no inconvienience." She laughed quietly, "Where are you from? Your accent, I mean no offense, doesn't sound like a London accent." From over sixty years living in the city, she'd learned to tell the difference in the various dialects spoken in the country, from Scottish brogue, Irish, and Yorkshire, to Welsh and Cockney. From her appearance, Esme seemed to be a student, which partially explained why she was out so late, and why she seemed... a little on edge... Eri'd heard of the tendency of college students to overimbibe on coffee just to make it through a night of studying.
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Oct 21, 2008 20:56:49 GMT -1
"Leeds," Esme M. Lolland conceded. It wasn't often that she came across people that were able to tell that her accent wasn't from London. She had been in the city for only a few months, but she had already become accustomed to their odd lingo and even picked up on the accent a bit, making her Leeds accent almost indistinguishable from that of a London accent. "And thanks for walking me, by the way. It makes me feel a lot safer, knowing that I'm walking home with a member of London's homicide department," Esme stated while she began walking slowly towards her home. "So, I haven't quite been around London when it was dark without someone else with me, would you like to indulge me by telling me how dangerous the city can get sometimes at night?" Esme knew that it was better to walk long distances with strangers by having something to talk about, so it was only natural that she tried to strike up a conversation with this new person. |
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Post by eri on Oct 21, 2008 21:56:58 GMT -1
Eri smiled, putting her hands in her jacket pockets, "Why thank you, we do exist to serve." She paused for a moment, thinking about the crime she dealt with, "Well, the danger depends on what part of town you're in, as for the actual crime rates... historically the East End since it's more industrial, poorer... if it's violent crimes you're talking about, Soho, where I live is more likely to have crimes against prostitutes or just women in general, along with drug dealing, but in general, I'd be careful and avoid walking around after dark alone, or just even with one other person. I love it here, and we're working our tails off but... the risk of violent crime is very prevalent."
((I'm just going off what I've looked up from BBC and Google and all that stuff, in general, I think they're saying it's pretty high))
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Oct 21, 2008 22:22:48 GMT -1
"Well," Esme muttered, not quite sure what else to say, "I'll try and make sure that I travel in a large group from now on."
Esme placed her hands into her pocket as they continued walking, it had been so long since she had been outside late enough and alone enough to look up at the stars. She glanced upwards, hoping that her companion would warn her if she were about to run into a tree or a pole and looked at the stars. The sky was clear and the moon was shining brightly. She sighed, her life had been ruled by the night recently, but it had been so long since she had actually enjoyed it as best as she could.
"It's so beautiful," she nodded towards the moon, "it kind of makes you wonder what exactly is out there. You know, other than you and me and all of the humans and animals on this earth. It makes you wonder if there's other things out there watching over all of us, maybe sent here by some greater force to do so. I'm not exactly the most theological of people, sometimes I even forget I have a religion, but even still, a night sky like this one makes you think, doesn't it?"
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