flip_the_lights: (red: wary look)
Olivia Dunham ([personal profile] flip_the_lights) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2012-11-07 10:21 pm

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Well.

This is...unexpected.

This isn't anything like good, either, judging by Olivia's expression: an open mix of wariness and curiosity she makes no effort to hide. She glances over her shoulder to look at her apartment, turns back to the bar, then takes a slow step over the threshold. Brushing red hair aside, she touches a thick black cuff on her left ear.

"Fringe, this is Dunham," she says, low.

No response. Olivia looks up, tapping the cuff a little harder. "Fringe, come in."

Nothing.

"Shit," she mutters, and immediately drops her hand to a small aerosol can at her belt. At least she's already dressed, wearing her usual form-fitting leather clothes that reveal a slash of red fabric at her chest, and not, say, walking around the apartment in her underwear. Even better than a breach right outside her door? Would be facing that breach in nothing but a bra.



[ooc: mun is still pretty wiped from the election last night, so slowtimes may occur without warning. post is open until I say it's not!]
nerves_of_ice: (bucky: smiling soldier boy)

[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-14 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
"At least there's that," he agrees. "That happen to you guys a lot?"
nerves_of_ice: (bucky: smiling soldier boy)

[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-15 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Brooklyn's not exactly out of town, last I checked."

His smile is warm and charming.

"Come on," he teases, "you know you guys inside Fringe Division know more about that sort of thing than most people do."
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-15 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Amber. He's got no idea what she's talking about, but makes a mental note of the term anyway.

"Yeah, well, since when did you trust the news to tell the absolute truth?"
nerves_of_ice: (bucky: no way that's good)

[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-15 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey."

Concern's visible now; Bucky leans forward a little.

"I trust you, Olivia. You know I've got reason to."

Beat.

"You okay?"
nerves_of_ice: (bucky: a hint of things to come)

[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-15 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
He counters her question with a question of his own.

"You are Agent Olivia Dunham of the FBI's Fringe Division, right?"
nerves_of_ice: (bucky: no way that's good)

[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-20 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Ten--"

He sits back in his chair; makes himself sit back in his chair, thinking furiously and hoping it doesn't show on his face even as he goes with gut instinct.

"I don't get what's going on here."

And that has the ring of absolute truth.
nerves_of_ice: (bucky: bruised but not broken)

[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-20 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"From here," he says, as the waitrat returns with their drinks and squeaks for attention.

"We met here. Which you clearly don't remember."
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-20 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
He accepts the drinks and sets them both on the table, but doesn't look away from her.

"Yes." A beat. "That means something?"
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-20 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
"A few," he says, quietly. "Why?"
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-20 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Except for the hair and the clothes, you look a lot like her," he points out. "You have the same name. You work for Fringe Division."

Bucky himself is a lot more tense than he was a few seconds ago. The last time he'd seen Olivia smile like that--

Beat.

"What do you mean, you met?"
nerves_of_ice: (bucky: bruised but not broken)

[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-20 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"She wouldn't do that."

Instant and certain.
nerves_of_ice: (bucky: bruised but not broken)

[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-20 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I am."

A single beat.

"Why aren't you?"
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[personal profile] nerves_of_ice 2012-11-21 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh-huh."

The look she's getting now is extremely skeptical.

"So how did you get here, then?"

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