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[trurabblerouser.livejournal.com]

Creedy is out back, enjoying the cool fall breeze, the soon-to-be-gone green of the grass and the waving of the trees. A black cat has curled up near his feet, though there's no telling whose she is as her master isn't about and doesn't seem to be outside. He doesn't mind much, though. The cat gets scritched every so often in between bites of breakfast and he'll be happy for an interruption.

Cooper is inside at the bar having a drink. Of tea. And a good cold breakfast. He's not really the talkative type, but you're welcome to try.

Matt is in one of the booths, still working on a letter. He can't seem to get the wording quite right, or fit his meaning to a single page and it's driving him a little up the wall. For a man who used words so powerfully, he's beginning to wonder if this IS hell if only for the writer's block.

[ooc: mun has to attend meeting; back in an hour or so] BACK!

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[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April turns around in her chair, resting her arms on the back, and tilts her head. "Well, maybe you need another writer's opinion? What's the letter for?"

[trurabblerouser.livejournal.com]

"To my friends as I left life a few months ago. There's some things I'd like them to know. If you know Dick Sharpe, he's a friend and he'd bring it to them if I asked."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"Richard Sharpe?" April blinks suddenly, sitting up. "Has an adorable little boy named Patrick?"

She adores them, they're sweet. Well, Patrick's sweet. Richard's a gentleman - very nice man.

[trurabblerouser.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"Aye, that'd be him. And little Patrick, of course."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April smiles. She likes Richard. Too bad he's not single...

"How do you know him?"

[trurabblerouser.livejournal.com]

"Grew up with him. Practically raised him for a bit before he got grand ideas and went off to the army," he says with a smirk.

Just wait till this one dies. Srsly. He's a chronic widow.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" She grins. "Well, you did a good job, then, he's a wonderful man."

Yeah... there are actually plans in the works... but you didn't hear it from me. Er... or maybe you did...

[trurabblerouser.livejournal.com]

He nods his head.

"I'll take no credit for him, though. He's his own man. All men are their own men."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"True enough. But all men have to be taught how to be that way." She points out.

[trurabblerouser.livejournal.com]

"To an extent," he agrees. "And then life does it's work."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"Yes it does." April looks thoughtful for a moment. "So, you're dead?"

[trurabblerouser.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"Shot by a damnable coward of a yeoman who I'd like to see here if only to hand his head to him on a platter."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm, I know what you mean."

She'd like to do that to certain people. Namely one Christopher Grey...

[trurabblerouser.livejournal.com]

He raises an eyebrow to her, a little surprised.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

She makes a face. "A certain young man who hurt my friend very badly a couple of times. Not physically, but... broke into his home, and tried to ruin a project he was working on..."

[trurabblerouser.livejournal.com]

The eyebrow remains raised.

"Sounds like a right bastard to me, if you don't mind me saying."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"Not at all. In fact, I rather agree with the sentiment." So much so that she really wants to beat the shit out of the guy. Possibly to the point where he won't be getting up.

[trurabblerouser.livejournal.com]

"Well, if yours ever show up, count Matt Truman at your back.'

He smiles.

"Do you have a name, miss? Only we've forgotten to do introductions other than Dick's."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"I'll do that, thanks." she smiles back. "Oh, yes, I'm April. April Cornwell. It's nice to meet you." she holds out a hand.

[trurabblerouser.livejournal.com]

He takes it and shakes it.

"I've given my name, but it's Matt."