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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2013 1:18:23 GMT
see you on a dark night Mathilde was tired, irritable, and certainly not in the mood for this. She'd left her phone at work, and now she was wasting her Friday night driving all the way back to the funeral home to comb the place. It was dimly lit, and she didn't really bother with lights, she already knew which way to go - chances were it had been left in the embalming room - and the twist of hallways was already familiar to her. The dead tended to unnerve people, but for Mathilde they were commonplace; a dead person was no more frightening than a living one. And if you weren't afraid of the undead rising, then there was very little you were afraid of - certainly not the vague silhouette of a figure down the hall. Lip curling, Mathilde flicked on the lights. "Can I help you?"LIONEL RHODES |
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Dec 27, 2013 5:58:40 GMT
The dead had no need for material possessions so he never quite understood why people felt the need to be buried with their favorite belongings. It was silly. And they wouldn’t miss it if it happened to go missing. That was his reasoning for sneaking into the funeral home after it had been locked up for the night. He didn’t often steal from such places, but a certain man was being buried with a expensive piece of jewelry. Lionel wanted it.
He had just about gotten it off the dead man’s finger when the lights flickered on and the mortician caught him in the act. Shit. Not good. Not good. Why was he getting caught all of a sudden? He was a seasoned thief. He should have been better than that. “Oh, hello Miss. Fancy seeing you here.” Lionel tried to play it cool and act casual, though the situation was far from it. “Since you’re here, how about we go outside and enjoy the night, huh?”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2013 20:49:19 GMT
see you on a dark night Her smile was sardonic, but her gaze was intrigued. He had balls, to play things off so casually, and somehow it put her at ease, enough to play along. Truthfully she didn't care much what he stole - just that if it was found missing, the funeral directors and staff were first suspects. And she didn't want that headache. "Why don't you put that ring back, and then I'll consider it."LIONEL RHODES |
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Dec 29, 2013 6:21:38 GMT
“What? This little thng? I was just looking at it.” He laughed, placing it back (with some effort) on the dead man’s finger. “It’s not like he missed it much.” Damn it. She noticed. He was hoping she wouldn’t notice the gleaming jewelry piece in his hands. It was so nice too, a real shame to have to put back.
“Well, I guess since that’s all settled, we should go have some fun, huh?” The mortician seemed unimpressed by his casual act in the face of being caught, but it wasn’t that big a deal.
Lionel was a thief, after all, not an actor.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2013 21:01:19 GMT
see you on a dark night Well, at least he wasn't squeamish, she noted with a quirked brow as she watched him return the ring to the corpse with a sheepish laugh. The dead were an easy target, she supposed, but then again most people – even thieves – wanted nothing to do with them. "Mm-hmm." She said evenly, almost ignoring him though she crossed the room closer to him, glancing at the gurneys and pulling open a few drawers. "You wouldn't happened to have seen a phone around." Seen it around, pocketed it, whatever. LIONEL RHODES |
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Jan 3, 2014 1:10:56 GMT
The woman before him seemed harmless enough, finding him not to be a threat at all and even refraining from threatening him with a phone call to the police. He figured it was bound to happen, especially once he realized she was looking for something. It was probably her phone. He had found a phone earlier when he snuck it. Lionel was beginning to think it was hers. “There are a couple phones in here,” he replied, feigning innocence. “You’ll have to specify.”
He wasn’t ready to admit the pricey device was sitting in the back pocket of his pants. His own phone occupied the front pocket. “What do you need it for anyways? Are you waiting for a phone call from your boyfriend?” Part of the question was to gauge whether she planned to turn him in and the other part was to find out if she was single. A single girl might make things less risky. Some flirting and maybe a couple drinks would probably get him out of trouble.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2014 4:35:38 GMT
see you on a dark night She laughed, lightly but without humour. Either he took her for a complete idiot, or he simply didn't care enough to be convincing. She should have been scared he'd hurt her, but if she was, she didn't show it. "You aren't very clever." She told him, shutting a drawer and crossing to where the work coats hung. "And not a very good thief if you go for the helpless dead." She kept watch on him in the corner of her eye as she checked the pockets. She had a suspicion that he had it - it was something he could resell for a good amount - but she went through the motions of looking for it anyways. "Why don't you put your number into my phone, then, and then give it back so I can give you call?" She suggested with a saccharine smile. LIONEL RHODES |
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Jan 3, 2014 19:39:50 GMT
There was no pulling the wool over her eyes. She saw through him as though he was transparent, or everything was written across his face. That seemed to be happening more and more lately. Was it really because he wasn’t clever? Lionel was starting to doubt himself with all the times he had been nearly caught or otherwise foiled in his thefts. Maybe he was losing his touch. “An easy job isn’t bad once in a while.” He chuckled lightly. “It doesn’t make me any less of a thief.”
Lionel’s luck had taken a turn for the worst in recent weeks, but he wasn’t sporting an orange jumpsuit behind bars. That was something at the very least. He had pulled off even greater thefts than pilfering from the dead. And he hadn’t been caught since. She didn’t need to know that. “Nothing slips past your eyes now, does it?” He pulled the phone from his pocket and held it up for her. “I’ll give it back, but you’ll have to promise me something.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 4:50:47 GMT
She pursed her lips, shrugged. Mathilde really didn't care much about his career in theft. She was no good samaritan - she took care of her own, and couldn't give less of a shit about the greater good.
It had been a little bit of a shot in the dark. But it seemed simple enough - if he was stealing, why wouldn't he grab a phone just laying about? She stepped closer to take the phone, quirking a brow at the promise. "I'm not telling anybody, just give me the phone and get out of here, and we can pretend this never happened."
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Jan 30, 2014 5:55:04 GMT
His lips pulled down in a frown. “That’s way off from what I had in mind, Miss…” Lionel trailed off as he waited for her to speak her name. He would need it if he was going to make a pass at her. He cleared his throat. “I was going to if you’d go on a date with me. I’m not that petty. Although, I would really appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone I was here.”
It wasn’t every day that he met with a pretty girl, regardless of how creepy and comfortable she was around the dead. That had its own sort of charm, he guessed. “Well, what do you say?” He held out the phone to her while he waited for a answer.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 6:10:11 GMT
His sentence wandered off as he waited for her to tack on her name and give it a purpose, but she let it drift and wither, narrowing her eyes slightly while she considered his words.
"Isn't that like prostitution?" She asked, but her tone didn't sound offended or shocked. It was flat and unaffected, and she closed the half-step between them to make a grab for her phone anyways.
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Feb 14, 2014 3:17:18 GMT
He was faced with a rather difficult woman. Though his smile never faltered, it had become one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. She wouldn’t even give her name. “Not at all,” he dismissed. “I wouldn't be so disrespectful.”
It was clear that he wasn’t getting anywhere with her either. “Here, you can have it back.” He let her take it back without a fight. “Care to walk with me out?”
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 5:04:31 GMT
Mathilde finally cracked a smile - it was faint and sharp. "And here I thought I had the depraved corpsefucker look down pat." She said offhandedly, unlocking her phone and scrolling absently through its contents, as if he wasn't there and he wasn't waiting on her.
"You'll break into a funeral home, but you won't give a girl your number?" She asked, holding the phone loosely in a hand, raising a brow, giving him a last chance.
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