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(Novel's bribery attempt)
[Fri Nov 1 2024]
On Warden's Way Piercing the Wood to Reveal the White Oak Institute
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is morning, about 52F(11C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky.
"Yeah, he is the worst, hm? An animal," Emmanuel notes back to Irene as they wander over toward the Institute, and the man who needs a little more pocket money, only to run into Novel outside along with medical examiner. "Ah, I think I've been beaten to the chase," Emmanuel notes with a quirk of the lips.
"Those sloppy motherfuckers, I tell them and I tell them," Novel growls out to himself before he forces a smile to his lips that doesn't meet his eyes, casually strolling on up towards the clinic on the way - and then he pats himself down, sort of nodding at Emmanuel, "Fucking yep. I need some goddamn cash anyway..." And then a casual smirk over to Irene, knowing and fond. "Hey, Irene."
"Same thing as we are, I am suspecting," Emmanuel notes aside to Irene, half-answering for Novel in the process before winking over toward medical examiner, "You are being very popular today, mon ami, non? Trying to stick your hands into many cookie jars?"
Novel jerks a thumb at the examiner, then points inside, as if that explains everything. Apparently mornings are when he goes full monkey mode.
I lied, he's always in full monkey mode.
"Good to fucking see you up and about, Frenchie, looks like the cash I threw earlier at their foreheads getting you moving worked. Y'know a buncha people had a bedside vigil for you? Apparently someone with... uh..." His gaze goes blank for a moment. He furrows his brow. "...E name was trying to drag you out so you'd die. But they got fucking arrested. Lilah and Irene and everyone else here was all doting over you. Not that I'm one to point fingers, what with the fucking... baguette and cheese and stuff I brought. I hope Lepia didn't eat all of it before you got to it."
As an afterthought, he mentions, "Stop calling me Norman."
Emmanuel peers aside to Irene with a blink, before settling in and accepting her closeness. He doesn't quite shrug, but there's definitely a mild rise of his shoulders before he flicks his attention back over to Novel, "I'll let you have this one, hm? I know Fayad stole the last person you tried to bribe. Give it a crack, Novel, hm? See if your cat nip extends to fellows?"
Novel returns after a brisk walk, a fresh stack of bills held in his hand. "Hey!" He calls the examiner down, raising his left hand in greeting and giving a wave. "Glad you took the time to fucking call us and meet us before anything fucking happened, you know? I-" He pauses, glancing at the crowding. "WE appreciate it." He jams his hands into his pockets as he strolllls right on up, shifting his shoulders slightly to make them bulkier underneath the jacket he already wears and casually looms over the biopsy boy that casually wrinkles his nose up at the Novel as he does. "Now listen. You will make us and our friends really happy if you write off that silly prank. Like, seriously. Imprints of sand and water and salt and can narrow it down, and, identifying it as someone from who was supposed to have died a few hundred years ago that was missing a head on the body from their HANDS, but. Really. It's just someone having a fucking joke with a cadaver. There's no need to report any of that shit, you know? Just take some money, chalk it up to a weirdass prank that got setup for Halloween, pass it on by, and we'll let you in and take it off."
His gaze goes to Irene. Then back to Emmanuel. His smirk widens, "Couldn't help yourself, huh?" He good-naturedly hassles Irene as he hands off the bribe.
Novel squints at the examiner as they dicker over price, "C'mon?! Really!" A bruh moment.
Novel chucks the cash at the examiner who finally leaves, rubbing his forehead. "Fucking Solomon," He bitches.
Novels Bribery Attempt 241102
(Novel's bribery attempt)
[Fri Nov 1 2024]
On Warden's Way Piercing the Wood to Reveal the White Oak Institute
Smooth asphalt roads continue through this part of town, bordered on either side by well maintained concrete sidewalks. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem quaint, but well maintained.
It is morning, about 52F(11C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky.
"Yeah, he is the worst, hm? An animal," Emmanuel notes back to Irene as they wander over toward the Institute, and the man who needs a little more pocket money, only to run into Novel outside along with medical examiner. "Ah, I think I've been beaten to the chase," Emmanuel notes with a quirk of the lips.
"Those sloppy motherfuckers, I tell them and I tell them," Novel growls out to himself before he forces a smile to his lips that doesn't meet his eyes, casually strolling on up towards the clinic on the way - and then he pats himself down, sort of nodding at Emmanuel, "Fucking yep. I need some goddamn cash anyway..." And then a casual smirk over to Irene, knowing and fond. "Hey, Irene."
"Same thing as we are, I am suspecting," Emmanuel notes aside to Irene, half-answering for Novel in the process before winking over toward medical examiner, "You are being very popular today, mon ami, non? Trying to stick your hands into many cookie jars?"
Novel jerks a thumb at the examiner, then points inside, as if that explains everything. Apparently mornings are when he goes full monkey mode.
I lied, he's always in full monkey mode.
"Good to fucking see you up and about, Frenchie, looks like the cash I threw earlier at their foreheads getting you moving worked. Y'know a buncha people had a bedside vigil for you? Apparently someone with... uh..." His gaze goes blank for a moment. He furrows his brow. "...E name was trying to drag you out so you'd die. But they got fucking arrested. Lilah and Irene and everyone else here was all doting over you. Not that I'm one to point fingers, what with the fucking... baguette and cheese and stuff I brought. I hope Lepia didn't eat all of it before you got to it."
As an afterthought, he mentions, "Stop calling me Norman."
Emmanuel peers aside to Irene with a blink, before settling in and accepting her closeness. He doesn't quite shrug, but there's definitely a mild rise of his shoulders before he flicks his attention back over to Novel, "I'll let you have this one, hm? I know Fayad stole the last person you tried to bribe. Give it a crack, Novel, hm? See if your cat nip extends to fellows?"
Novel returns after a brisk walk, a fresh stack of bills held in his hand. "Hey!" He calls the examiner down, raising his left hand in greeting and giving a wave. "Glad you took the time to fucking call us and meet us before anything fucking happened, you know? I-" He pauses, glancing at the crowding. "WE appreciate it." He jams his hands into his pockets as he strolllls right on up, shifting his shoulders slightly to make them bulkier underneath the jacket he already wears and casually looms over the biopsy boy that casually wrinkles his nose up at the Novel as he does. "Now listen. You will make us and our friends really happy if you write off that silly prank. Like, seriously. Imprints of sand and water and salt and can narrow it down, and, identifying it as someone from who was supposed to have died a few hundred years ago that was missing a head on the body from their HANDS, but. Really. It's just someone having a fucking joke with a cadaver. There's no need to report any of that shit, you know? Just take some money, chalk it up to a weirdass prank that got setup for Halloween, pass it on by, and we'll let you in and take it off."
His gaze goes to Irene. Then back to Emmanuel. His smirk widens, "Couldn't help yourself, huh?" He good-naturedly hassles Irene as he hands off the bribe.
Novel squints at the examiner as they dicker over price, "C'mon?! Really!" A bruh moment.
Novel chucks the cash at the examiner who finally leaves, rubbing his forehead. "Fucking Solomon," He bitches.