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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 24, 2012 4:29:10 GMT -5
The library was perhaps one of Matthew's favorite places. It was the perfect compliment to his hectic lifestyle and offered the most relaxing enviornment. Sure, this library may not have been as fancy as the ones in the Western Sector, but it was still nice. It offered enough resources and material for those interested and looking to waste time. The fact that the library was a free resource also made it appealing. Even if there were some bad eggs who would not return their books.
Standing with a cart full of returned books, the Canadian was working diligently and finding their proper place. Somewhere nestled between the Do-It-Yourself and Computer Science sections. There was a lot that he had to do once he got off, for sure. Shopping for food was of utmost priority. For now, though, he would simply enjoy this quiet moment. Enjoy his employment and go about his day. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jan 24, 2012 16:12:38 GMT -5
Francis was glad to be out of the Western sector as usual it was proving to be too suffocating after a long day at work with difficult models. The Frenchman walked along the roads in the eastern sector, keeping his ear open for any news in regards to his personal...umm, hobby? Today he was incredibly lucky in his hunt for information, he overheard someone in an alley talk about 'a refuge' and the name Matthew Williams, pop up in the conversation.
The two men seemed irreproachable, so Francis decided to look for this Matthew Williams instead. This is where he was lucky, the first woman he asked about this character told him that there was nice boy with that name working at the library. So there he was, at the library in the Eastern Sector. He went up to the reception. "Allo, I am looking for a Matthew Williams." |
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 24, 2012 18:11:42 GMT -5
Matthew's mind remained trained on the task at hand; placing the books neatly back into their respective sections. Even though he knew that they would most likely be ajar when he visited again, at least the deed was done for a little bit. Secretly, the man was glad he wasnt OCD about this sort of thing.
It didnt take long before the man found himself moving to the next section, the books in his cart dwindling with each reach to the shelf. Soon enough, Matthew was ready to head back to the desk and pick up yet another stack. When he did, though, it looked like someone was asking the old receptionist a question.
He waited patiently for the two to finish, but soon he saw the lady wave him over. Matthew pointed briefly to himself, looking to either side of him to make sure that he was the one she was addressing. Naturally, the woman nodded and Matthew walked forward towards the two, cart abandoned behind him. "Can I help you, sir?" [/blockquote] |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jan 24, 2012 19:34:42 GMT -5
The Frenchman watched with slight interest the old woman's silent conversation with the young (and rather handsome) young man. Sadly, this young man's clothes seemed to scream at the world his status, middle class, not very flattering so either very confident and doesn't give a damn about what he wears or just not confident at all. Francis watched as the young man looked surprised at being summoned, Francis would bet his favourite suit that it was most likely the later.
"Ah." Francis said upon the arrival. He removed his sunglasses, and placed them ontop of his fashionable hat, he extended his hand. He gave a sly smile as his eyes continued to take in the taller man, trying to decide if this really was the lead he was looking for. "Matthew Williams, I hope?"
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 24, 2012 20:39:32 GMT -5
Matthew watched the man with a bit of a sceptical eye. He certainly didn't look like he belonged in this sector. For that reason, Matthew felt himself feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the situation. Though, he was never one to judge based on appearance. Carefully, the blond lowered his gaze down towards the hand the man had extended to him.
"I-I am." Matthew responded a bit nervously, extending his own hand reluctantly and offering the other a weak hand-shake.
It would have been rude not to acknowledge and at least greet this man. Though, he had no clue who said male actually was. Didn't seem like the type who was after anything in particular. But, the streets were dangerous and Matthew knew all too well that there was plenty evil afoot. Hesitantly, his violet eyes trained themselves back on the others face, though not as stern as he would have liked; quickly faltering to the side.
"I-is there something I can do for you?" [/blockquote] |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jan 26, 2012 16:49:58 GMT -5
Francis watched the other with interest. For a second Francis thought for sure that there was something more to the boy than a simple librarian, but, then again. This Matthew Williams looked like a simple enough person, but Francis got the distinct feeling that this Matthew was clever.
"Yes there is, but before I prolong this conversation any longer than necessarily, do you know anything about refuges?" Now the Frenchman was watching him closely to gauge his body language.
((hehehe, figured out your formating, muwahahaha. -abuses it-))
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 26, 2012 18:24:10 GMT -5
For a brief moment, Matthew tensed. His mind was telling him to run, but that would make the situation more than obvious. Had he been caught? It was not but a few days ago he took in a girl who had run from traffickers. Maybe this man belonged with them.
Slowly, he shook his head, forcing a smile on his face. The last thing he wanted was to get fined or beaten within an inch of his life. The latter scared the blond more, however. "C-can't say that I have." he attempted to hide any indicator in his voice, though, he was never a very good liar.
Matthew was worried and now wanted to get home as soon as possible. Maybe it was time to lay low for awhile if someone such as this man was able to get any information. [/blockquote] ((OoC: Pffffft. You could have just asked, sweetie. I would have told you. <3)) |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jan 27, 2012 23:36:35 GMT -5
Francis saw it and knew that this was his lead. His eyes sharpened with interest, but with Matthew Williams brushing him off. Perhaps out of self interest, the refugees are supposed to be a well kept secret? Whatever the case, Francis wasn't going to let this one get away...
What do people normally do when trying to assure another person that they're not a bad person? An introduction could work, and being famous also had it's bonuses. Maybe the librarian would recognize -Francis did a double take on Matthew's wardrobe...then again, maybe not. No harm in trying as they always say. He took off his hat, and gave Matthew his best model smile.
"I am Francis Bonnefoy, you may have heard of me...?" |
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jan 28, 2012 19:31:05 GMT -5
Why did the name sound familiar? Matthew pondered for a moment as he searched through his mental library. It rang a bell, most definitely, but he wasn't sure where from.
Slowly, Matthew shook his head sadly, shoulders slacking. "C-can't say that I have, I'm sorry." He felt bad as he watched the man apologetically. The receptionist behind the counter seemed to have taken an interest, though, as she shot Matthew a look of disbelief.
When he saw that reaction, the boy knew that there was definitly something to this fellow. But, he still couldnt place the name. It wasnt like him to forget names or faces, but then again, he knew very well that he had never met this man in his life.
He was almost about to ask if he should know, but quickly thought better of it as it sounded rude. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Feb 3, 2012 23:30:07 GMT -5
The Frenchman smiled understandingly. So he was correct in assuming that Matthew wouldn't recognize him. Francis wasn't full of himself, he knew the world didn't revolve around him outside of his studio, in fact, he was grateful to be humbled at life.
"Well, Matthew Williams, in that case I shall remain a mystery. But I would like to ask you about the refuge again because I have a personal interest in the matter. Nothing dangerous I ensure you, I just want to see it an offer my help." |
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Post by Matthew Williams on Feb 7, 2012 0:11:24 GMT -5
Matthew's eyes went wide for a moment, but he nodded in response. "C-could we perhaps talk elsewhere?" he asked timidly, turning to the lady behind the reception desk. It was close to closing time anyway, taking off an hour or two early wouldn't make much of a difference, right?
There were meeting rooms upstairs which they could use, or maybe even the employee breakroom. He most certainly didn't want to talk about this kind of thing in public. Not to mention, they weren't supposed to talk loudly anyway, given where they were. Matthew never had trouble on that end, however. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Feb 12, 2012 1:37:33 GMT -5
Francis simply nodded and then watched the librarian with great interest, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the receptionist recognition of who he was, excusing himself from Matthew for a second he look at her and held his finger up to his lips. "Lets keep my visit a secret in between the two of us, s'il vous plait ma belle?"" He winked at her and then returned his attention to Matthew Williams.
"Please, lead the way." |
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Post by Matthew Williams on Feb 15, 2012 1:41:06 GMT -5
Matthew regarded the man for a brief moment as he talked to the receptionist. Confusion crossing his features as he noted how the elder woman was almost too giddy and embarrassed. Quite a sight to see as she usually held that no-nonsense attitude most of the time. When Francis began walking back towards him, the blond nodded in response, turning slightly and then heading for the staircase.
He remained quiet throughout most of the ascension, taking a moment every now and again to make certain that the man was following behind. That said, it didn't take long for the pair to reach the top of the stairs for the third floor.
Matthew stuck his hand in his pocket, fishing out a set of keys as the Canadian led the way towards one of the meeting rooms. He felt that these might probably be the best option for this sort of thing. The blond only stopped walking once they reached the old door that shut off the room from the rest of the library, inserting the key and turning it quickly. The rickity old door creaked open as he pulled it back, holding said door open for Francis.
"I hope this is okay..." he said, continuing to stand there and wait for the other to walk inside. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Feb 16, 2012 1:01:13 GMT -5
Francis skipped along into the room quickly, obviously the room was okay with him. His sharp blue eyes appreciated, Matthew Williams' height. With a little bit of work, Francis could make this seemingly plain boy merveilleux. There wwas something very French about the way the blond hair seemed to curl and wave at the tip. "This seems like a good place to have a dirty way with someone," Francis grinned wickedly at Matthew. The look in his eye was not oppose to be that someone. "I hope you abuse your responsibilities often. It's only natural for men our age~Francis laughed, joking for the most part, he didn't do entirely well in entirely serious discussions. And a dirty joke is a good ice breaker as any.
(( Sorry about the short reply >v>;;; )) |
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Post by Matthew Williams on Feb 16, 2012 12:12:41 GMT -5
Closing the door quietly behind them, Matthew pocketed the keys and pushed the little knob on the door; locking it from the inside before turning on the lights. This old room was serving some purpose.
He had been ready to open his mouth when he was cut off by a rather suggestive...joke? He wasn't sure, but Matthew found himself blushing regardless. "P-please, I could never do something like that. I-I like my job and this is a public place!" he defended, face flushed. That wicked smile adourning Francis's face wasn't helping, either.
"Would you like some water or perhaps something else to drink?" he felt the need to change the subject. Sure, he had encountered plenty of people who would tell dirty jokes and usually, he would find a means to retort. But, the Canadian had been completely taken off guard. He had not expected that one. [/blockquote] |
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