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Post by Firestar on Nov 7, 2009 10:14:09 GMT -8
Tamora shook her head slightly at Sahira's hostility, but stood up. It took her a moment to regain her balance, but after that she was fine. It never took long for her to recover after she'd fainted. She just hoped she wouldn't have to use her power again sometime today.
"I'll be in touch," she told them, walking briskly out the door. She walked back to her car and sat inside, pulling out her phone. She dialed the number Julian had given her for Max.
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Post by Max452 on Nov 7, 2009 15:07:48 GMT -8
"Later." Julian replied as Tamora left. "Well, that was interesting." He stared at the door. "You all right?" He glanced at Sahira, wondering what she was thinking. "You're really serious about all this?"
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Max was hanging upside down, a wire holding her up as she was grifting a painting. She felt her phone vibrate. She rolled her eyes, wondering who was calling her RIGHT now. She stopped removing the painting to answer. "You got Max." Max answered in a leveled voice, still hanging upside down.
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Post by Firestar on Nov 7, 2009 19:18:55 GMT -8
Tamora spoke with a business-like tone, not having the slightest idea the position Max was in at the moment.
"Hello, Ms. Ferrera. This is Tamora Greene. A mutual friend by the name of Julian Riker gave me your number. I have a favor to ask you."
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Post by Max452 on Nov 7, 2009 19:50:07 GMT -8
"Eh?! Friend of Julian's, eh." Max scowled. "What's that bloke doing giving away my number to random people?!" She hissed. "I don't owe that git a thing! Whatever he said, I didn't con him! That bloke conned ME!" Max sneered. "Stupid art pieces weren't even that good! and he expects ME to go and help people!? I swear, once I get my hands on him, I'm gonna wring his neck! I don't care if he can zapped my powers! I'll heal just as fast!!!" Her voice was rising, as she continued to insult Julian.
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Post by Firestar on Nov 8, 2009 12:14:48 GMT -8
Tamora listened with a slight smirk on her face as Max insulted Julian over and over again.
"Well at least I assume he never has locked you in a cell and threatened you," she replied when there was a break in the woman's rants. "But all this aside, I still need your help, as much as I need his. Is it possible that we could meet somewhere and discuss this face to face?"
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Post by trinn on Nov 9, 2009 10:56:08 GMT -8
Grim, Sahira silently watched Tamora walk out her door. She looked over at Julian. "Yes. I think so. I want to do something about this. And if going to New York to find this Bennet fellow is what it takes, then so be it." Sahira gave a small smile. "But, I'm patient enough to wait until tomorrow."
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Post by Max452 on Nov 9, 2009 15:55:40 GMT -8
"Pfft, that boy wishes he could." Max commented, deeming Tamora a mutual friend after that comment. "Fine. We'll meet. I'm in Seattle at the moment...where are you? I'll figure out where to meet you." Max said as she began to remove the painting and gently folding it. She placed the phone against her shoulder as her other hand took out a plastic tube to place the painting in.
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Julian nodded. "All right, but going back to New York means we're going to be on the radar again." He sighed, not liking the idea of Sahira being hunted again. He caught her coy smile. "Hmm, I think I preoccupy your thoughts until then." He pulled her close to him. "Now, I think I remember you trying to persuade me to do something?" A mischievous grin played across his lips.
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Post by Firestar on Nov 10, 2009 10:29:09 GMT -8
Tamora smiled, pleased that it was easier than she had imagined to make Max trust her enough to meet with her.
"I'm in California at the present moment," she said. "I suppose we could meet somewhere in Oregon, or perhaps northern California." Tamora paused for a second when she thought she heard the sound of paper rattling. What was the woman doing?
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Post by Max452 on Nov 10, 2009 22:40:59 GMT -8
"Northern California, sounds good. How about San Francisco? I've been dying to see the Golden Gate bridge." Actually, she was dying to see the art museum. There was going to be a Monet exhibit opening in a couple of days. She rolled up the painting and gently placed it into the tube. She patted the top on with a nice snap. She smiled, happy that this was a success. In a cheery mood, she turned her thoughts back to Tamora. "So, sound good? What day would you like to meet?" She cradled the tube as she took the phone by her hand again.
OOC: happy, jeriah? lol
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Post by Firestar on Nov 11, 2009 19:32:04 GMT -8
OOC: that's better. You actually really had me confused there. I had no idea if you did it purposely or not.
Tamora considered her location and decided she could make it work.
"San Francisco sound all right," she said. "I would like to meet as soon as possible. Would tomorrow be too early for you?"
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Post by trinn on Nov 11, 2009 20:03:23 GMT -8
"We can handle it." Sahira said, confident that whatever agents awaited them in New York, they could overcome it. Her previous gruffness faded when Julian pulled her in. "Hmm. I think I remember what that was." Reaching up, she softly trailed her fingers up his neck. For someone who had been deprived of such contact, Sahira wondered how much more sensitive to each touch he was. "Was it something along these lines?" she asked innocently, her fingertips moving up to his jaw.
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Post by Max452 on Nov 11, 2009 20:45:28 GMT -8
"Tomorrow is fine. There's a pier that overlooks Alcatraz. There's a nice cafe there. I'll meet you there at 9 am." Max said as she repositioned herself so she was no longer hanging upside down. The blood was beginning to rush to her head too quickly.
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Julian closed his eyes as Sahira traced his skin. He let out a satisfy sigh, enjoying the tinkling touch. "Mmhmm." His hands slid behind her back. He opened his eyes, a hungry look in them. "You are making this very hard for me, you know that?" He grinned at her, not at all angry.
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Post by trinn on Nov 12, 2009 11:42:36 GMT -8
"I know." Sahira said, smirking deviously. Unable to resist any longer, she brought their lips together. This time, though, she tried not to get carried away. She was still a little embarrassed about tearing open his shirt.
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Post by Max452 on Nov 12, 2009 17:23:26 GMT -8
Julian chuckled quietly as his lips met Sahira's. After a moment, he began to lose his will power. "You know, I was never good at holding my own..." He breathed in air before kissing her neck,. "You mind showing me where the bedroom is?" He asked her as he removed his jacket and then proceeded to remove his shirt.
OOC: and that's when we leave them alone....lol
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Post by trinn on Nov 12, 2009 19:00:35 GMT -8
Hardly pausing for air, Sahira clumsily directed Julian to the hall. They stumbled into her room, and sank into a blissful evening.
OOC: hahahaha, agreed.
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Post by Firestar on Nov 15, 2009 19:51:58 GMT -8
Tamora nodded to herself. She knew the place Max was referring to. She'd visited it once or twice during her time in the Company.
"Very good. I'll meet you then, Ms. Ferrara. Have a nice day until then." She hung up the phone suddenly and started her car, making her way to the airport. She hoped she could use her power if she needed to in order to get onto the next flight to San Francisco.
OOC: As Max loves to put it: NEXT MORNING!!!!!!!! lol
Tamora waited at the cafe for Max to show up. She was about ten minutes early and had ordered a light coffee for herself. She was hoping that once they got past business they might make small talk. She'd heard the woman's accent last night and knew she was from England like herself. It had been a while since she'd been able to speak to someone from home, especially since Charles disappeared without a trace.
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Post by Max452 on Nov 17, 2009 14:48:02 GMT -8
OOC: lol
"Ms. Ferrara?" Max grimaced at being called that. as she gazed at the hung up phone...that meant she was old. She brightened a bit once she gazed down at the tubed painting. This could go for an easy 3 mil on the market. She strapped it around her back and began to escape from the building.
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Max was 30 minutes early for her meeting for Tamora. It was her typical habit, as she wanted to make sure this lady wasn't a cop that was sent to arrest her...or worse...send it to Dublin...there were a lot of angry pissed off people there that would happily take off her head. She stalked the cafe occupants, wondering which one was the one meeting with her. It wasn't until 10 minutes prior to her appointment that she thought she found her. The woman did indeed look like a business woman/cop. There were barely any one else in the cafe by this time, as they all headed off to work or were busy writing some poetry crap. Max got up from her seat and sat across Tamora, an inquiry look on her face. "Tamora Greene?" Max asked, her British accent sinking through.
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Julian woke up with a quiet yawn. Flat on his back, he happily recalled where he was. He glanced over to Sahira, who was lying beside him, affectionately. He kissed her gently on the cheek, trying not to wake her and gazed over the bed to the floor, trying to look for his clothes. He chuckled to himself, noting how scattered and mangled they were.
Dressing, Julian glanced at his watch, noting that he only had 7 hours left. His eyes returned back to Sahira, wondering how they would spend the rest of the day. Perhaps they could go to the beach? He never really went to public areas such as that, as he was worried that he would sapped their energy if they bumped into him. Or maybe they could go to a carnival or something. He heard that one had appeared in the LA County area...
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Post by Firestar on Nov 20, 2009 20:14:12 GMT -8
Tamora had barely sat down when she was approached by a woman. As far as she could tell, there was nothing outstandingly odd about her. Nothing she would call "eccentric." She gave a professional smile to put her at ease.
"Yes," she replied to the inquiry. "May I assume you are Ms. Ferrara?"
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Post by Max452 on Dec 4, 2009 14:12:59 GMT -8
"Just Max." Max inspected Tamora more as she heard the woman's accent. "You from England?" She asked, eying her suspiciously, "What exactly do you want to talk about?" Max asked, getting to the point.
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Post by Firestar on Dec 6, 2009 19:10:47 GMT -8
Tamora nodded once at Max's question of her nationality. It was rather nice to hear someone with a normal accent. Hearing all the bizzare Americans talk in so many different style had made her head spin the first few months she had arrived.
"Well to get down to the point, Max, I need someone located. Riker told me you were the one for the job, and he gave me your number."
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