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Post by Eunice Parker on Oct 19, 2012 19:16:31 GMT -6
"Aw naw, pardner, it's fine y' don- haf t'-" The moment Eunice saw the patch, her friendly demeanor dropped, and she glared at the man as he left. She stood up from the bar, paid for her drinks (after downing her fifth one) and stumbled after him.
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Oct 19, 2012 19:35:09 GMT -6
Occupied with thoughts of returning back to base for some relaxation, Ian didn't notice the woman approaching his back. He fished some change out of his pocket, probably having just been put there by the bartender, and inserted the coins into the payphone's slot. A handy sticker on the inside of the little booth had important numbers for things in town -- such as taxi services -- and so he picked up the receiver and began dialing the appropriate combination.
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Post by Eunice Parker on Nov 1, 2012 18:59:59 GMT -6
"Hey you!" Eunice yelled out for him once he stopped at a payphone, "I gotta bone t' pick with you!" The tipsy engineer slammed her hand on the numberpad. "Hey, pay attention when someone's talking to you, y' rude yankee."
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Post by Ian on Nov 1, 2012 19:12:20 GMT -6
He was one digit away from dialing the designated number when a foreign hand was forced against the keypad, stopping him. Quite startled, Ian lowered the receiver and glanced at her. "M-Ma'am?" He responded with caution, unaware of what exactly made Eunice react the way she did... except maybe the alcohol. "Is... something wrong?"
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Post by Eunice Parker on Nov 1, 2012 19:56:19 GMT -6
"Yer a BLU!" she blurted, wagging a finger in his face, "Yer no-- no doct'er! Yer a phony!" She lifted her head and glanced around at some passer-bys "HEY EVERYONE! This man's no doct'er, he's a great big PHONY!"
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Post by Ian on Nov 2, 2012 16:56:08 GMT -6
Ian was taken aback by the woman's complete mood change, and how she'd been able to identify the patch he dropped just seconds ago. He was about to question her knowledge of his team, but Eunice interrupted him with more yelling. Her uproar as she looked around caused a few heads in the bar to turn to watch them. Great -- as if the Medic needed any more of the spotlight right now.
"W-What? But I am a doctor." He replied defensively, taking a step away from a drunken Eunice. Even if he had lied about working in town a little while ago, Ian was at least honest about his field of work.
Then Ian realized a contradiction in her words from before, and his expression softened. "...So you know the sawmill isn't abandoned, then." He added, in a more hushed voice this time. He knew his statement had to have weight, seeing as she seemed to know his true whereabouts. What motive would she have for lying about that, though?
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Post by Eunice Parker on Nov 2, 2012 22:25:30 GMT -6
"Cus I'm one of th' good guys, tryin' t' save th' sawmill from yer BLU... plans." She grabbed his coat and hugged him to keep herself from falling. "I'm a RED engineer."
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Post by Ian on Nov 3, 2012 15:09:48 GMT -6
His efforts to distance himself from the woman were scrapped with just a tug on his coat. If Eunice was having this much trouble just keeping herself upright, there was no telling how well she had her temper under control. Ian knew he needed to watch his actions carefully to defuse the situation, hopefully quickly.
So, she's a RED -- that explained her hasty reaction, even if the Medic didn't reciprocate her hostility. Ian decided to shrug off the Engineer's remark about being the 'good guys', gently freeing himself from her grip and taking another step back.
"Well, uh... that's fine." He said respectfully, opting to hold his tongue about the occupational lies of her own. They were still on ceasefire, after all, and Ian was trying his hardest to avoid causing a ruckus... especially in a place like this. He just wanted to go back to base.
He took a second step back, even closer to the exit now. "I... really need to go, though. Have a nice night." He figured that there'd most likely be another payphone nearby, so Ian would just leave the bar and call a taxi elsewhere.
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