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7 -(Voice)

[Filtered to James Bond]

I know I didn't make myself popular visiting mother un-announced. In my defense she did not leave me a forwarding address.

But if you continue to ignore me like this my feelings will start to get hurt.

[ Written MUCH later and open to all.]

Cleanup on aisle...sorry room 1506

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[Really? He'd been rather enjoying his respite away from your madness, Silva. Why must you ruin it?

He sighs dramatically]

Yes because my primary concern in life is your feelings.

[He misses you bro...you complete him spiritually after all.]

Oh thank goodness you are ok...I was starting to get so worried.

The thought of you just leaving without so much as a goodbye note just breaks my heart.

Edited 2013-10-28 22:47 (UTC)

[That's a decidedly disturbing thought, Silva]

Worried that I left? Or worried that you weren't the instrument of my departure?

[Oh he has plenty of those.]

But if you were to leave...who would I have such riveting conversations with?

There are only a few here who can truely...get me as the kids might say.

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[So deadpan]

Aren't I the lucky one.

[Is there a point to all of this, Silva?]

Perhaps if you tried tactics other than kidnapping and explosions you might make more friends.

[He'll get there...eventually.]

Oh I must disagree James...my little quirks and ways have a habit of keeping people entertained.

You cannot tell me that you have not found my presence here boring after all?

Of all the things that might be said about you, Silva, boring is certainly not one of them. Although a few other phrases come to mind.

[Psychotic, homicidal, insane, Oedipal.......]

You flatter me my good man.

And because of that reputation for excitement...and because of our almost brotherly connection we share that I put this idea to you.

[He claps his hands together.]

Let us play a game.

[That's not suspicious at ALL]

A game? Don't tell me... Russian Roulette?

[Laughing.]

Ah good one...good one.

No I was thinking...hide and seek.

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Am I supposed to count to one hundred and scour the castle looking for you?

That's an idea...but a little impractical.

We're both such busy men, we have schedules to keep after all.

If I was to tell you the silk bed sheets are a little tacky...that might save us a little time mightn't it?

[Oh bloody hell]

You know I generally buy someone a drink before inviting them to my bedroom.

[He downs the last of his drink and picks up his journal, heading out the door of the Death Match and heading towards the stairs]

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[Tess may not have noticed the entry in the journal, but when she's coming down from the roof, she certainly notices the blown-out door and the wreckage of a small explosive. She also notices the blood pooling across the floor, tracked around by someone else's feet, the broken glass, and most importantly, the body.

Tess unholsters her gun and approaches the doorway. She moves through it slowly, sweeping the area with her gun aimed. Only when she's sure the coast is clear does she lower it.

Her eyes drift down to the body again. Someone certainly got his shit wrecked. She kneels just to pick up the gun dropped on the ground, and she pockets it instinctively. (You never walked away from a chance to get a free gun.) For a moment, she stays crouched, just to get a better look at the dead guy.]

Tough day, bud.

[That was one way of putting it, anyway.]

[ooc: if this is alright? har har.]

[Meg had seen the entry, and been slightly worried. She knew that had been James' room... it wasn't like they were that close, but what could she say? She was a sucker for a good one night stand. Sue her.

When she gets there, Tess is standing over the body... holding a gun... but she's pretty sure that's not what happened here. She looks down at the body and sighs.]

Aww, man. That sucks.

[Tess looks up, hand tensing on the grip of her gun, but then she sees its Meg. Tess has to let out a huff of laughter at Meg's comment.]

Yeah, I hate it when I find guys who've been caught by shitty explosives.

[Tess straightens up, and nudges the man's gut with her boot.]

It probably rattled his brains.

Ah, yeah. I'd say so.

[Meg's gotta laugh, too. Sure, it sucks that he's dead, but oh well. Shit happens. She scans the room and her eyes land on the remnants of what looks like a... tea kettle? Come the fuck on. She wrinkles her nose. James was smarter than that.]

How the hell did he not see that coming? Talk about obvious.

Not a clue.

[Tess holsters her own gun.]

Doubt it was an accident, though.

Probably not. He had a pretty serious beef with that Silva guy, as far as I know.

[Meg squats down and slides her hand over his face, closing his eyes over the blank, dead stare. She gives another small sigh before standing up and looking at Tess uncertainly.]

Should we... call somebody or something?

Never heard of him.

[Tess turns her eyes to Meg, surprised to see uncertainty there. What's the deal? Tess decides not to ask; it's not her business. Instead, she moves across the room.]

You mind if I poke around for a minute first?

[Where there is one gun, there may be more.]

[Meg shrugs. How the fuck is she supposed to know what to do here? Back home she would have bailed yesterday.

She's not sure it's a great idea to poke around the scene, but she's not going to tell her what to do. She's pretty sure Paradisa doesn't exactly have a CSI team, anyway.]

Knock yourself out.

[Tess shrugs and starts going through drawers, just to see if there's anything interesting worth taking.]

[Meg just kind of hangs around for a minute before wandering over and picking up the twisted piece of metal to look at it more closely. Yup. Definitely a bomb shoved inside a tea kettle. Fucking elementary, dear Watson. Even if this was remotely mysterious, she wouldn't really give a crap. She's just nosy.

She drops the thing back on the floor carelessly and scoffs to herself before turning around to see if Tess found anything useful.]

[Tess is just busy rooting through drawers; she pulls out a few dress shirts and holds them up for size. Nice. Those would fit Joel.]

[Kate approaches the room silently, gun drawn. She knows Bond's room number, and when she'd seen the journal and heard an explosion she'd known something was very wrong. She pauses when she hears sounds inside the room, trying to determine if the sounds are from an injured person or a killer. Eventually, she takes a breath enters the doorway, gun up.]

Someone want to fill me in on what's going on here?

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Really late response, feel free to ignore

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