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Here's a face that hasn't been seen inna bar for quite some time.

Damn Millitime.

His hair is damp, from rigorous exericise and exertion, rather than showering.

He's sitting in a booth with a protein shake and a plate of paradoxes he hasn't touched. They're more for...appearances.

Feel free to bother. He needs to socialise, even if he is grumpy and irritable and anti social.
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[OOM: November 2, 1999. Things don't always go according to plan.

But it's going to be alright.]
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Sara.

Coffee.

Paradoxes. A bar of chocolate came with them, but she put it back.

Notebook.

Bother.
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He hasn't been seen in the bar proper for quite a while.

He's sitting in a booth right now. He has a healthy shake, only hald consumed, in front of him. His hands are around the glass and he's staring in to it as if it might contain all the answers to the universe.

The other side of the booth is apparently unoccupied, but he's talking across the table, as if someone is there.
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Sara is keeping to a shadowed booth this evening.

She's drinking coffee and looking over to where the door should be.

But it isn't. And that only compounds her irritation.
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Two brothers in a booth.

Neither one wanting to say anything just yet.

[plotlocked, with possibility of slowtime in a little bit.]
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The front door opens and a CSI comes in, looking around in surprise and delight.

It has been one day, bar time, since Angel and the others visited her in the hospital.

But for Sara, it has been three weeks. Most of the bruises have faded and the cuts have healed.

She takes a seat in her normal booth, ordering coffee.
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About ten minutes ago, there was a young man who came down to the bar and received a note.

Currently, he's out at the stone wall, shooting at various bottles and cans.

His hands are shaking slightly.
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It's a rare entrance post, documenting a rareolder MacManus twin in the bar. With a slice of bread and a glass of tea, sitting near the fire, wearing a sweater that kind of takes away from the fact he's lost so much weight. He's friendly enough, so stop by and say hello.
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Latest victim: twelve-year-old caucasian female. Reason for abduction: punishing the father.

Sara hasn't slept for three days now.

The bar isn't giving her anymore coffee.

Anyone feel brave enough to tell her to put the files down?
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[immediately following this-]

"WHAT TH' FUCK?!"

The shout echoing through the bar is courtesy of a short haired young woman in jeans, black t-shirt - and possessing a few tattoos that two other patrons would recognize as belonging to their brother.
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[OOM: Backdated to yesterday, two hungover twins discuss an idea on how to pay off their own bartabs and the fact that one of them will be leaving in the near future.]
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Sara wanders downstairs, getting a cup of coffee and a sandwich from the Bar. She curls up in a chair by a fireplace.

She might look moody, but she really isn't.
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[After he leaves.]

Sara Sidle is curled up on a couch, clutching a bright costume to her chest.

She is sobbing her heart out. And making no sound.

[ooc: Only people Sara knows, say thankya. She's not in any shape to be making new acquaintances. Also, slowtime between 11:00am CST and 2:00pm CST for class.]
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He desn't get many entrance posts anymore. That hardly means his mun has forgotten about him.

That said, there is a MacManus inna bar. Drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.

He's friendly enough, so don't hesitate to say hello. You may not get the chance again for a while.
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Murphy, in the chair by the fire, with a cup of coffee.

The mun has no idea how long he's been there.
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Coffee.

Microscope.

Scowling CSI.

Seem familiar?
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Well, here's someone we haven't seen in the bar for a while.

Probably has something to do with that faint rasp in his breathing.

Murphy, in a chair by the fire, sleeping.
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He's showered and eaten a very light meal of soup and crackers,a nd he's downstairs now, in the bar, trying to write a note to put up on the baord asking for Dr Malcolm Crowe to contact him. He's got several balled up drafts scattered around him, but he will ge the note written and posted before he goes back upstairs.
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Connorhas been holding on to a piece of paper for several days. It's addressed to Murphy, so Bar either gave it to him by mistake, or gave it to him so he could give it to his brother. He forgot about it, until he sat down ffor dinner and felt something in his pocket. He flipped the envelope over and over in his hands, eyes scanning the bar for Murphy.

No sign of him, and the envelope had come partly opened already. Connor wanted to know what the note said, and knew Murphy would show him anyway, so why not take a peek now? He eased the rest of the envelope open and tugged the paper out.

I'm gone. Not sure if when I'll be back. Take care, for what it's worth.
-Sara



He read the words several times, trying to digest their meaning. The vague, implied meaning. Sara was gone? Really gone? From the tone of the letter and the indentation of ehr writing on the paper, Connor could tell she was upset when she wrote it. Upset with Murphy? Take care, for what it's worth For what it's worth.

Connor scratched the back of his head and muttered a string of curses in Gaelic and Russian and Spanish and Italian all run together and overlapping.
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It's gotten dark out.

Much too dark for target practice.

Just as well - Murphy hasn't been doing any shooting since talking with his sister the other day.

Instead, he's sitting out on the stone wall. Has been for a while now.
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Long time no entry post.

One Irish vigilante in a booth. With a protien shake and toast, because that's about all he can keep own these days.

He'd promised Sara he would try to find that doctor she'd suggested. Malcom Crowe He'd thought about asking around, or posting a notice on the bulletin board. He just hadn't gotten around to it.