19centconstable | Case # 12: Video

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Case # 12: Video

[George is in his room. He looks slightly dazed and has a damp washcloth pressed against his head. There is a bruise blooming underneath it.]

I'm afraid I was...indisposed.

[George shuffles his feet and there is the sound of broken glass crunching.]

But I've managed to find my trousers now. Has something happened?

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Well that's convenient, I'm just a few rooms down from you. I'm on way way.

[And after not long at all, there's a quiet knocking]

[George answers the door with his washcloth still pressed to his head.]

Please, do come in. And thank you again.

[George's room is Victorian, but not opulent. There is wallpaper, though. And there are lace tablecloths on everything.]

[She doesn't contain a wince at the bruise already forming there, but at the same time her stance suggests she's hardly unfamiliar with it. Fred takes a step in, almost extends her hand in greeting before deciding if he's a bit shy about first names making shaking hands isn't the best idea]

This isn't really how I though we'd meet. Is there a place you can sit?

[Oh those Victorians and their table legs. Fred's in jeans, no legs to be seen]

Yes, of course.

[George gestures to a tea table, although it is not set for tea. It just naturally screams 'I am a tea table'.]

And it's quite a bit less embarrassing than meeting up during some of the floods we've had.

[It is really a table perfect for tea. Fred moves towards t, gesturing for him to sit down]

I've actually been pretty lucky with that so far, though I've heard some of the stories...

[George pulls out a chair and takes a seat.]

How long have you been here? I've only been about four months myself, and there was only that one occurence which was...I'd actually prefer to stop thinking about it, if that's alright.

Less than two months. I'm lucky I have someone from home looking out for me.

[She smiles, studying the crown of his head]

And we don't have to think about it. Why don't you count to ten for me instead?

Just...starting from one and going on?

[George has a rather open mind: sometimes certain concepts escape it.]

[There's a brief smile]

...yes. Just like that.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

[And George looks up hopefully.]

[Her smile tilts down at him]

Very good. You pass.

[Of course she's used the distraction of him counting to begin gently carding her fingers through his hair and across his scalp, feeling for swelling and broken skin]

[George goes a bit pink and flustery at that. He winces when her fingers get close to the area of impact.]

Sorry. So...you're not a doctor?

[George is chatty when he's nervous. And when he's not nervous. George may be chatty in his sleep.]

...I'm sorry.

[And she genuinely is. That should be evident. After a few more seconds of gentle exploration she lets er hands fall away]

And no, I'm not a doctor. But I've gotten tossed around enough myself to know what to do.

[George looks aghast.]

Tossed around?!? You do know you don't have to let anybody treat you like that, yes? You can have him arrested.

[Moving around to sit across from him, Fred catches the full impact of that look. She shakes her head]

No, no...it's not like that. The job I do, sometimes things get out of hand? Or go as planned. there's no one to arrest.

[Now George looks confused.]

What is it you do, then?

I...

[She looks at the tablecloths, remembers their conversation about her name. But then again, she considers where they live]

Let's just say there's not a lot we've encountered here that's surprised me. [Fred looks at the man across from her. She's a stranger, really. And that suddenly makes it easier to say]

My physics professor sent me to a hell dimension where I was enslaved for five years and traded like cattle till I escaped to live in a cave. [She leave's off the part about writing on walls. And the torture] But then I was rescued by a vampire and his friends and I went to work for him. We sort of worked the cases that...we're a bit odder. Demons and such.

[And this is the only part of the story George questions:]

A vampire rescued you?

[The smile that settles over her features then is a private one, more memory than anything else]

More than once, actually. More than one vampire even. Spike did too. He's actually here.

[Something refocuses]

So you see, there's isn't anyone that needs arresting...

((OOC:Just wanted to say how much I have enjoyed their interactions so far!))

Oh yes, I've spoken to him. And his mother. He does seem like he would rescue someone rather than eat them.

[George gingerly touches his bruise.]

Are all of my cognitives in the right place?

His...Spike's mom?

[She's trying to pull all the pictures together for a minute, but the question brings Fred back]

You're doing very well. Just a few more things.

Can you tell me your name?

Yes, a lovely woman.

[George cocks his head to the side.]

George. George Crabtree.

[He's not sure if this is part of the test still.]

[She just nods, no longer distracted by the idea of Spike's family. Though she'll ask him about it later]

And can you tell me where we are?

In my rooms, on the Barge.

[George can't really pronounce the word "barge" (it comes out more like "buuurjsh") but that's normal for George and George's accent.]

[That's a bit concerning, but her gaze just barely flickers as she holds up four fingers]

Can you tell me how many fingers you see?

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