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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 2:06:10 GMT
"And you are, sir?"
"Yes! I am! Mr Edward Von Hath- I mean, Hathaway. I'm here to see Mr Holmes, I made an appointment last week-"
"Are you quite sure about that? I thought you were German, Mr... Von Hathaway." The receptionist looked bemused, and William just looked bored.
"So, are you willing to get fired over racism? My people condemn such an act. I can't believe your offices are running under such terrible ethics. I'm going to complain." William felt nauseated by the receptionist's perfume. No doubt designer, no doubt expensive, smelly, and all the more obnoxious. He couldn't believe he was going through such hell just to get into some boring investigator's offices.
It was then did his luck strike gold. A passing man in a black coat waved at the woman, and started chatting. Now, the receptionist must've really wanted to get to his privates, because she didn't even blink to notice William had already slid past her and headed inside, making sure to look like he knew what he was doing as to not arose suspicion. With already a couple of trained eyes on him though, it didn't really work.
He spotted the office named 'A. HOLMES' pretty easily, so he slid over there like a cartoon villain, opened the door, closed it behind him, and almost did a running embrace to the seating arrangements like a lunatic deprived of a nice comfy sitting space.
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Post by ASHTON HOLMES on Jan 9, 2014 1:36:46 GMT
Ash had gone out to grab a fresh cup of coffee before his next appointment with a Mr. Von Hathaway. When he heard the surname of the man he was supposed to be meeting with, he almost refused the appointment entirely. But that would be unprofessional. Ash had a reputation to maintain. So, he made his way back to his office with some resignation. Nevertheless, something about this whole meeting seemed more like a bad joke than anything else
He slipped by his receptionist without receiving so much as a hello. It seemed she was more worried about the man in the black coat than her employer. Whatever, he didn’t really care. Maybe he did, just a little. Ash figured he deserved more respect from her than he got. Her current behavior, after all, was just plain rude. She didn’t even tell him if his client had arrived or would be coming late. He hung up his jacket before stepping into his office to find Von Hathaway had, in fact, arrived.
“You are Von Hathaway, I assume?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 1:36:56 GMT
William turned his head at the sound of the door, grinning to himself, looking forward to the show when- when-
Fucking hell, was Ashton always a little twat? Every memory William had of the guy proved it to be right, but wow, this guy supposed to be a detective? He couldn't even detect metal if this was what his efforts to be 'normal' had resulted to. However, William thought he'd stay with this little game. Belittle the bastard for ever forgetting the face of William Hurst.
So he jumped with his arms out, then stood up straight, flashing his amazing jazz hands.
"Itsa me, William!" He said with an odd anti-climatic cheer.
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Post by ASHTON HOLMES on Jan 14, 2014 20:57:35 GMT
He had known the name was shady, but he hadn’t realized to what extent. Now he was staring at the so-called Von Hathaway and he knew he should have skipped this appointment. “Yes, William. I know it’s you. What was the purpose of the half assed alias?” He sighed, taking a quick sip of the scalding beverage in his hang. He didn’t think he’d run into William again. The older gent was many times worse than his sister. At least he wasn’t related to this guy.
“So what do you want?” Ash took his place on the other side of the desk. With nimble hands, he picked up the papers spread out across his desk and combined them into a small pile that he set aside. There would be no time to analyze their contents with someone in his office. He would have to get to them later, though he wasn't too worried. It was just more data for useless cases. You know, the kinds involving following cheating spouses and the likes.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2014 13:13:41 GMT
William now sat back on the chair, leaning back on it.
"Mehhhh, you're so not fun. Least I know you're Ashton, not a drone sent out here to kill me when I'm just an innocent bystander." He blew a raspberry at the wall, not looking at the tiny man.
Asking him what he was doing here seemed to be the event which raised a flag in a game event. He leaned on the desk excitedly, with a sheepish grin.
"I've come to admire your hair! Your dull apartment, your stupid job, and your disgrace as a member of the Holmes family!" William sang, waving his arms around and almost falling off the chair.
Almost.
"I wanna talk to your sister, ahahaha." William admitted, a lazy smile remaining on his face. "Your cases are too boring, anyway. Who gives a shit about a rich man who sleeps around?"
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Post by ASHTON HOLMES on Feb 6, 2014 0:37:28 GMT
William’s presence was nearly as irritating as his sister’s, nearly because he wasn’t related to the light haired man. At least he didn’t have to deal with him for long. He lived with his sister so her antics were a constant annoyance. “It’s comforting to see that you haven’t changed a bit.” He rolled his eyes, tone laced with sarcasm.
“You won’t find her here. She’s probably off stalking someone.” With an effort, he repressed the anger flared up by William’s insults. He had hoped the man would fall from his chair, but it never happened. “If that’s all you wanted, the door is right behind you.”
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