oddthomas
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I see dead people. But then, by god, I do something about it!
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Post by oddthomas on Jan 24, 2010 21:07:18 GMT -5
He stared at her, wondering why that sounded like it made so much sense. "Wait. What? There's a disturbance in the what?" On second thought it didn't make that much sense. "What the hell is the NeverNever? It sounds like something out of a stupid children's movie!" He frowned skeptically. "But you're saying that there is some kind of a disturbance, and that...people...things....are coming through?" "Well, in laymens terms, yes," she replied. "I mean, there's obviously a lot more magical theory to it, but I don't know if I know how to explain it. I'm not even sure if that's what's going on. I'm going to have to make a phone call first. There's someone I know in Chicago...he can tell me what he thinks." She flipped idly through her roladex, stalling for time. She wasn't looking forward to calling Harry Dresden of all people. Doubtlessly, he would have some sarcastic Dresden bullshit....or worse, there would be an actual problem. With a sigh, she dialed, and pressed the phone tightly to her ear. After a few rings, it went to an answering machine. She wasn't sure whether she should feel glad that he hadn't answered or worried that something was wrong. "Harry," she said into the phone, "its Elaine. I need you to call me back as soon as you get this. It's important." Slamming the phone back onto the desk with a sigh, she turned to Odd again. "Now," she said, "we wait." OOC: Not sure if I'm doing this how we originally did. "We wait?" he asked incredulously. "We wait ? What in hell do we do while we're waiting?" Shaking his head, he sighed. "Never mind. I'm going to actually go and get us a rental car. I get the idea we're leaving. I'll be back." Without waiting for an answer, he stood up and swept from the office.
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harrydresden
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I'm not a hero. Heroes keep their promises.
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Post by harrydresden on Jan 25, 2010 12:27:55 GMT -5
He looked from the girl on the floor to the Medical Examiner. "Butters, you keep an eye on her for a minute, would you? I'm calling Harry." The words themselves were hard enough.....imagine calling the brother he hadn't seen in months to ask him for help with some crazy girl who appeared out of nowhere...... "On second thought," he said, "I'll keep an eye on her. You call Harry." He nodded eagerly. "Right, ok, yeah! I can do that!" Looking cautiously into the hall to see if anyone had heard the commotion, he eased the door shut. "Get her off the floor. Elevate her feet and make sure he collar isn't restricting her breathing! Put her up on the lab table, ok? I'll call Harry!" Leaving Thomas to do as he said, Butters hurried across the room, falling gracelessly into his desk chair. "Harry," he muttered. "Harry, Harry, Harry....." He hunted through the desk drawer, finding a tattered blue notebook. He flipped it open to a particular page, finger running down the column of names. "Harry!" He picked up the phone and dialed, letting it ring, praying for an answer. This was big. Harry Dresden had always had the rather unfortunate ability to never be where he needed to be at the right time. Sadly for Butters, Harry wasn't in his office to answer his phone. It was another day, another job. Nothing new. Running away from demons, setting things on fire....it was going to be ok. Murphy had his back at least. Things being as they were, it would be a while before Harry Dresden learned that Butters had even called.
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Post by lararaith on Jan 26, 2010 22:24:00 GMT -5
OOC: I don't remember where I come into this one. I think that Thomas calls me or something?
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stormyllewellyn
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So help me, if you call me Bronwen....
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Post by stormyllewellyn on Jan 26, 2010 22:26:51 GMT -5
She looked up at him and laughed nervously, calculating the odds that she would be able to escape. It was going to be one hell of an adventure, at least. She probably wouldn't be able to escape. And even if she could, where would she go? She didn't even know where she was. That thought lead to an onslaught of panic and she suddenly jerked her arm out of his grasp, screaming in terror. She flailed, taking a step back, breathing hard. Where was she? What was going on? What happened to Odd? The panic was overwhelming. She couldn't breath. She was going to die.... Her eyes rolled up in her head as she fained onto the cold cement floor. He looked from the girl on the floor to the Medical Examiner. "Butters, you keep an eye on her for a minute, would you? I'm calling Harry." The words themselves were hard enough.....imagine calling the brother he hadn't seen in months to ask him for help with some crazy girl who appeared out of nowhere...... "On second thought," he said, "I'll keep an eye on her. You call Harry." Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked up at bright lights. With a groan, she threw her arm over her face. "Nnng," she muttered intelligently. "Lights, god...." She was laying....on a cold metal table? Again? Ok. Time for a new plan then.
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Post by Thomas Raith on Feb 11, 2010 12:32:34 GMT -5
He looked from the girl on the floor to the Medical Examiner. "Butters, you keep an eye on her for a minute, would you? I'm calling Harry." The words themselves were hard enough.....imagine calling the brother he hadn't seen in months to ask him for help with some crazy girl who appeared out of nowhere...... "On second thought," he said, "I'll keep an eye on her. You call Harry." Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked up at bright lights. With a groan, she threw her arm over her face. "Nnng," she muttered intelligently. "Lights, god...." She was laying....on a cold metal table? Again? Ok. Time for a new plan then. Reaching up above him, he flipped a switch on the light, dimming it considerably. He wouldn't want to be in her position with that light either. He crossed his arms and looked down at her, almost sternly. "Alright," he said, "let's hear it. And let me just tell you, this had better be good." He gave her a practiced unamused look. In all honesty, he was a little amused at least. Things would be going better for sure if she hadn't tried to escape, but nothing that couldn't be handled had happened, that was certain. "Who are you? Where are you from? Why are you here? What do you want?" he clarified in a rush, not wanting her to be able to distract him from the purpose of the questioning with more questions. Impatiently, he tapped his foot on the floor. "Well?" Without waiting for an answer, he glanced up towards Butters's desk. "Butters, anything from Harry?" he asked. Without waiting on an answer from him either, he turned back to her. "I'm waiting ," he impatiently said.
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stormyllewellyn
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So help me, if you call me Bronwen....
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Post by stormyllewellyn on Feb 13, 2010 13:09:15 GMT -5
Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked up at bright lights. With a groan, she threw her arm over her face. "Nnng," she muttered intelligently. "Lights, god...." She was laying....on a cold metal table? Again? Ok. Time for a new plan then. Reaching up above him, he flipped a switch on the light, dimming it considerably. He wouldn't want to be in her position with that light either. He crossed his arms and looked down at her, almost sternly. "Alright," he said, "let's hear it. And let me just tell you, this had better be good." He gave her a practiced unamused look. In all honesty, he was a little amused at least. Things would be going better for sure if she hadn't tried to escape, but nothing that couldn't be handled had happened, that was certain. "Who are you? Where are you from? Why are you here? What do you want?" he clarified in a rush, not wanting her to be able to distract him from the purpose of the questioning with more questions. Impatiently, he tapped his foot on the floor. "Well?" Without waiting for an answer, he glanced up towards Butters's desk. "Butters, anything from Harry?" he asked. Without waiting on an answer from him either, he turned back to her. "I'm waiting ," he impatiently said. She sat up and ran her hand through her hair agitatedly. "My name is Bronwen Llewellyn, but you can call me Stormy," she explained. "I don't know where I came from, how I got here or why I'm here. I don't remember anything." She frowned. "The last thing I remember.....I was dead."
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Post by elainemallory on Feb 14, 2010 16:43:07 GMT -5
"Well, in laymens terms, yes," she replied. "I mean, there's obviously a lot more magical theory to it, but I don't know if I know how to explain it. I'm not even sure if that's what's going on. I'm going to have to make a phone call first. There's someone I know in Chicago...he can tell me what he thinks." She flipped idly through her roladex, stalling for time. She wasn't looking forward to calling Harry Dresden of all people. Doubtlessly, he would have some sarcastic Dresden bullshit....or worse, there would be an actual problem. With a sigh, she dialed, and pressed the phone tightly to her ear. After a few rings, it went to an answering machine. She wasn't sure whether she should feel glad that he hadn't answered or worried that something was wrong. "Harry," she said into the phone, "its Elaine. I need you to call me back as soon as you get this. It's important." Slamming the phone back onto the desk with a sigh, she turned to Odd again. "Now," she said, "we wait." OOC: Not sure if I'm doing this how we originally did. "We wait?" he asked incredulously. "We wait ? What in hell do we do while we're waiting?" Shaking his head, he sighed. "Never mind. I'm going to actually go and get us a rental car. I get the idea we're leaving. I'll be back." Without waiting for an answer, he stood up and swept from the office. With nothing to do but wait, that's what she did. Patiently. Sort of. She was getting rather impatient and beginning to wonder if he was coming back at all. She picked up the phone from the desk again, then shook her head and put it back down. No, calling Harry again wasn't going to accomplish anything. But. She could call Thomas, couldn't she? Thomas might be able to help. She'd met him only once, but she'd managed to get his number "in case of emergency". Picking up the phone again, she dialed, praying that he would answer. If nothing else, he could get a message to Harry. She hoped.
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Post by Haylee Morgan on Feb 14, 2010 23:47:15 GMT -5
He nodded eagerly. "Right, ok, yeah! I can do that!" Looking cautiously into the hall to see if anyone had heard the commotion, he eased the door shut. "Get her off the floor. Elevate her feet and make sure he collar isn't restricting her breathing! Put her up on the lab table, ok? I'll call Harry!" Leaving Thomas to do as he said, Butters hurried across the room, falling gracelessly into his desk chair. "Harry," he muttered. "Harry, Harry, Harry....." He hunted through the desk drawer, finding a tattered blue notebook. He flipped it open to a particular page, finger running down the column of names. "Harry!" He picked up the phone and dialed, letting it ring, praying for an answer. This was big. Harry Dresden had always had the rather unfortunate ability to never be where he needed to be at the right time. Sadly for Butters, Harry wasn't in his office to answer his phone. It was another day, another job. Nothing new. Running away from demons, setting things on fire....it was going to be ok. Murphy had his back at least. Things being as they were, it would be a while before Harry Dresden learned that Butters had even called. Fortunately for everyone involved, Haylee Morgan was in Harry's office when Butters called. She was fluttering around the office, trying to find a certain tome that he was certain was in his lab at home. Bob, of course, had been entirely unhelpful. Harry said that if it wasn't in his lab, it would be at his office. "Damn, that man needs a secretary," she said as she rustled through yet another stack of papers. "Or at least a maid." The phone rang. Haylee dragged herself out of the ring of books and papers and grabbed it just as it rang for a fourth time. "Harry Dresden's office," she said in her most professional voice.
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Post by waldobutters on Feb 14, 2010 23:51:54 GMT -5
Harry Dresden had always had the rather unfortunate ability to never be where he needed to be at the right time. Sadly for Butters, Harry wasn't in his office to answer his phone. It was another day, another job. Nothing new. Running away from demons, setting things on fire....it was going to be ok. Murphy had his back at least. Things being as they were, it would be a while before Harry Dresden learned that Butters had even called. Fortunately for everyone involved, Haylee Morgan was in Harry's office when Butters called. She was fluttering around the office, trying to find a certain tome that he was certain was in his lab at home. Bob, of course, had been entirely unhelpful. Harry said that if it wasn't in his lab, it would be at his office. "Damn, that man needs a secretary," she said as she rustled through yet another stack of papers. "Or at least a maid." The phone rang. Haylee dragged herself out of the ring of books and papers and grabbed it just as it rang for a fourth time. "Harry Dresden's office," she said in her most professional voice. "H-hello?" Butters asked in a confused voice, practically dropping the telephone. He hadn't been expecting anyone but Harry to answer. "Um. Who is this?" He glanced up and frowned at Thomas and the girl he was talking to. What the hell was going on?
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oddthomas
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I see dead people. But then, by god, I do something about it!
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Post by oddthomas on Feb 17, 2010 12:12:46 GMT -5
"We wait?" he asked incredulously. "We wait ? What in hell do we do while we're waiting?" Shaking his head, he sighed. "Never mind. I'm going to actually go and get us a rental car. I get the idea we're leaving. I'll be back." Without waiting for an answer, he stood up and swept from the office. With nothing to do but wait, that's what she did. Patiently. Sort of. She was getting rather impatient and beginning to wonder if he was coming back at all. She picked up the phone from the desk again, then shook her head and put it back down. No, calling Harry again wasn't going to accomplish anything. But. She could call Thomas, couldn't she? Thomas might be able to help. She'd met him only once, but she'd managed to get his number "in case of emergency". Picking up the phone again, she dialed, praying that he would answer. If nothing else, he could get a message to Harry. She hoped. He hurried back into the office and deposited the keys on the desk. "Sorry," he said. "It took longer than I thought it would. Did you know that most places require a credit card for a rental car? I practically had to buy that one to even get ahold of it." He rolled his eyes. "But! That's ok. We're good to go as soon as you get ahold of your friend." Collapsing back into his chair, he asked, "Any luck?"
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Post by elainemallory on Mar 1, 2010 11:38:22 GMT -5
With nothing to do but wait, that's what she did. Patiently. Sort of. She was getting rather impatient and beginning to wonder if he was coming back at all. She picked up the phone from the desk again, then shook her head and put it back down. No, calling Harry again wasn't going to accomplish anything. But. She could call Thomas, couldn't she? Thomas might be able to help. She'd met him only once, but she'd managed to get his number "in case of emergency". Picking up the phone again, she dialed, praying that he would answer. If nothing else, he could get a message to Harry. She hoped. He hurried back into the office and deposited the keys on the desk. "Sorry," he said. "It took longer than I thought it would. Did you know that most places require a credit card for a rental car? I practically had to buy that one to even get ahold of it." He rolled his eyes. "But! That's ok. We're good to go as soon as you get ahold of your friend." Collapsing back into his chair, he asked, "Any luck?" Silently, she shook her head, listening to the phone in her hand ring as she waited on Thomas to answer. "No," she finally said, covering the mouthpiece with her hand. "I'm waiting on someone to answer this damn phone though. If he ever answers the damn thing, he'll be able to help us. To an extent." She shrugged. "Not the person I was hoping for, but I don't think that he's going to call me back anyway. He's a little warry of me because of something that...well, it really wasn't my fault, but it was. Make sense? Anyway, I'm working on it. "
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oddthomas
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I see dead people. But then, by god, I do something about it!
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Post by oddthomas on Mar 2, 2010 18:37:20 GMT -5
He hurried back into the office and deposited the keys on the desk. "Sorry," he said. "It took longer than I thought it would. Did you know that most places require a credit card for a rental car? I practically had to buy that one to even get ahold of it." He rolled his eyes. "But! That's ok. We're good to go as soon as you get ahold of your friend." Collapsing back into his chair, he asked, "Any luck?" Silently, she shook her head, listening to the phone in her hand ring as she waited on Thomas to answer. "No," she finally said, covering the mouthpiece with her hand. "I'm waiting on someone to answer this damn phone though. If he ever answers the damn thing, he'll be able to help us. To an extent." She shrugged. "Not the person I was hoping for, but I don't think that he's going to call me back anyway. He's a little warry of me because of something that...well, it really wasn't my fault, but it was. Make sense? Anyway, I'm working on it. " He tapped his foot slightly impatiently on the floor as he waited. "Don't you have like....a cell phone or something? So we can do this as we're on our way there? It's going to be a long drive, you realize. Why can't we just fly anyway?" Not that he'd ever had much faith in the travel industry, but it was something.... It was important that he find out what was going on.
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harrydresden
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Post by harrydresden on Mar 3, 2010 21:37:43 GMT -5
Harry Dresden had always had the rather unfortunate ability to never be where he needed to be at the right time. Sadly for Butters, Harry wasn't in his office to answer his phone. It was another day, another job. Nothing new. Running away from demons, setting things on fire....it was going to be ok. Murphy had his back at least. Things being as they were, it would be a while before Harry Dresden learned that Butters had even called. Fortunately for everyone involved, Haylee Morgan was in Harry's office when Butters called. She was fluttering around the office, trying to find a certain tome that he was certain was in his lab at home. Bob, of course, had been entirely unhelpful. Harry said that if it wasn't in his lab, it would be at his office. "Damn, that man needs a secretary," she said as she rustled through yet another stack of papers. "Or at least a maid." The phone rang. Haylee dragged herself out of the ring of books and papers and grabbed it just as it rang for a fourth time. "Harry Dresden's office," she said in her most professional voice. Harry sighed, shoving the door to his office open and walking in. Throwing his duster onto the chair next to the door, he sighed, slamming the door behind him. He'd walked around behind his desk and thrown himself into his chair before he even noticed Haylee. "Hells bells!" he shouted. "What the hell are you doing here? Hell, never mind that. Who are you on the phone with?"
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Post by Haylee Morgan on Mar 4, 2010 16:10:50 GMT -5
Fortunately for everyone involved, Haylee Morgan was in Harry's office when Butters called. She was fluttering around the office, trying to find a certain tome that he was certain was in his lab at home. Bob, of course, had been entirely unhelpful. Harry said that if it wasn't in his lab, it would be at his office. "Damn, that man needs a secretary," she said as she rustled through yet another stack of papers. "Or at least a maid." The phone rang. Haylee dragged herself out of the ring of books and papers and grabbed it just as it rang for a fourth time. "Harry Dresden's office," she said in her most professional voice. Harry sighed, shoving the door to his office open and walking in. Throwing his duster onto the chair next to the door, he sighed, slamming the door behind him. He'd walked around behind his desk and thrown himself into his chair before he even noticed Haylee. "Hells bells!" he shouted. "What the hell are you doing here? Hell, never mind that. Who are you on the phone with?" Haylee spun around when she heard Harry come through the door. She held up one finger in the international sign for "just a minute". "Butters, it's Haylee. Remember? Harry's sometimes-partner? The one whose brother sends you all those goetta balls you love so much? Never mind. Did you wanna tell me what's up or is this something that only the great and powerful Harry Dresden can solve?"
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harrydresden
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Post by harrydresden on Mar 4, 2010 23:36:07 GMT -5
Harry sighed, shoving the door to his office open and walking in. Throwing his duster onto the chair next to the door, he sighed, slamming the door behind him. He'd walked around behind his desk and thrown himself into his chair before he even noticed Haylee. "Hells bells!" he shouted. "What the hell are you doing here? Hell, never mind that. Who are you on the phone with?" Haylee spun around when she heard Harry come through the door. She held up one finger in the international sign for "just a minute". "Butters, it's Haylee. Remember? Harry's sometimes-partner? The one whose brother sends you all those goetta balls you love so much? Never mind. Did you wanna tell me what's up or is this something that only the great and powerful Harry Dresden can solve?" He huffed indignantly as he dug a warm coke out of his desk draw and opened it. "Bullshit," he muttered. "Who's that?" He tilted his head curiously, then realized she'd said Butters. "Oh. Never mind."
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