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Post by Neal Caffrey on Aug 21, 2012 12:30:07 GMT -5
“-And, eh, a mocha latte too.” Neal checked the list to see if he got every single order. Especially Hughes, Hughes would murder him if he forgot his coffee. Neal had decided not to mess with the head of the squad for now, not after the incident with Ford and June.
The alleged conman sat down as he waited for the huge order to be completed. For some reason the feds thought it was necessary to send him halfway across the city in order to get their coffee. The reason was painfully clear to Neal Caffrey, though; what was going on in the conference room wasn’t meant for his ears.
Neal tapped his fingers on the wooden table, adjusting the fedora now and then. He didn’t like it when they send him out in order to keep him from finding out. He wondered if it was about Kate, or Fowler, before pushing that thought to the back of his mind. He had to trust Peter. He sighed, impatiently waiting for his order. He grabbed the pen he carried with him –it had been one of Byron’s, he’d never wore this suit before- and started doodling on the list with the coffees the team had wanted.
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Post by Anathema Device on Aug 22, 2012 10:47:04 GMT -5
Anathema bustled into the shop on a quick tea run, her arms filled with books. The man owning the bookshop next door was so disheartened to lose one of his collection, it seemed, that in his upset he'd either forgotten to or was avoiding giving her a bag - almost as if he was encouraging her to not come back. She'd known he was upset. His aura was giving off an angry white light.
She stood on line, waiting for someone at the register to take her order, wondering how she was going to carry all these books and the tea on her bicycle back to the cottage. Phaeton was old and worn out, and the basket was only so big. She'd manage, somehow, she just hoped she wouldn't spill the tea. She'd had a vision this morning that she was going to gt a particularly high-strung client that afternoon.
Still waiting on line, a twenty-something blond boy ran through the line after a red head of about the same age, not even bothering to say excuse me. Anathema's book pile was knocked out of her hands - some of the pages even scattered on the floor. She sighed, wondering what kids her age were doing running around a coffee shop when they didn't even work there, and began to pick up her books and loose pages.
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Post by Neal Caffrey on Aug 22, 2012 11:03:37 GMT -5
Neal looked when he heard people making a ruckus. What he saw were two people disappearing out of his line of sight, and a pile of books toppling over, before he saw the girl that had dropped them. That was, before she started picking up the books.
The ex-convict weighed the pros and cons of helping her before he smoothly got up from his seat and started helping picking up the books and loose pages. He smiled at the girl, who seemed to be at least a decade younger than him. Not that he looked particularly old.
"Kids these days, huh?" he said, giving her one of his most dazzling smiles as he handed her the pile of collected pages as he straightened up. She looked nice, albeit a bit irritated. Neal himself would be too, if someone knocked down his pile of books.
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Post by Anathema Device on Aug 22, 2012 12:31:44 GMT -5
"Yeah. I think I've seen them around before, though, at least a few times in this shop. The blond one's talked to me, I think he's vying for a position here." She laughed. "But he's not making a very good impression..."
Anathema took the books and pages from him, giving him a soft smile back. "Thank you very much, you didn't have to get up and do that, you know." And they said chivalry was dead. Anathema shook her head, laughing, and collected her books under her left arm, then approached the counter and ordered two black Earl Greys. "I'm Anathema, and you are...?"
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Post by Neal Caffrey on Aug 22, 2012 12:48:46 GMT -5
"Not really no" Neal agreed, stretching his neck to see if he could see them before turning back to her, sticking his hands in his pockets and wobbling back and forth on the balls of his feet. "You come here more often, then?" he inquired.
"No problem" Neal told her, still that dazzling smile on his face as he turned around, watching her order her tea. He wondered briefly if he should use an alias or not. Than again, the chance he'd run in her again was small. At least, he hoped. "Neal" he told her. He looked at the counter, seeing that his order was not nearly complete yet. The coffee would probably be cold when he returned to the office.
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Post by Anathema Device on Aug 23, 2012 22:36:46 GMT -5
Anathema watched him, shaky on his feet. It wasn't the only thing shaky about him - Neal's aura was shaky, too. Almost as if he had something to hide. She tried not to stare at the edges of his presence, but she couldn't help it. Hopefully, it wasn't creeping him out too much - though she suspected he noticed. People usually did. "Oh, yes," she said, snapping out of it. "Their tea is delicious. My clients seem to really enjoy it, and most of them are coffee people, usually."
Anathema picked up her cups and tea bags, then walked over to the hot water containers to fill them up and put on some travel caps. "It's nice to meet you, Neal. Is it your first time in Forbidden Knowledge? I don't really fancy coffee, but their frozen caramel drinks are almost sinfully good. No puns intended," she said, laughing.
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Post by Neal Caffrey on Aug 24, 2012 3:27:16 GMT -5
Neal glanced around, wondering what she was staring at before he turned her attention back to her. Maybe there had been something behind him. "Clients?" he asked, wondering what kind of business she was in exactly. He adjusted the fedora on his head. "I'm a coffee person myself, but maybe I should give the tea a try, sometimes."
He followed her around, his hands still in his pockets. If the others were wondering where he was, well let them. He could say the order took longer than expected. "It is, they send me here to get some coffee for the team. If they're really as good as you say I should come here more often." It was way outside his two miles zone, and he was sure they were carefully tracking his movement in the meeting.
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Post by Anathema Device on Aug 24, 2012 12:29:27 GMT -5
"Yes, my clients." She smiled at him, taking a sip of her tea out of the travel cup. "I'm a part time occultist. I practice reading tarot cards and palm readings - people want it more often that one would think." She looked up at him fixing his fedora - it was strange, she thought. Not many people wore a hat with a suit anymore, especially not indoors. "You really should. I find that tea's much more relaxing than coffee. It loosens me up, honestly.
Anathema thought it was a little strange that he followed her, but she couldn't complain much. Maybe he wanted a reading of his own. "The team? What do you do?" If she wasn't curious before, now she'd got his attention.
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Post by Neal Caffrey on Aug 24, 2012 13:55:31 GMT -5
Neal had never really believed in occult practices. Just another scam, another fraud trying to make some money. There were better ways to get con someone than trying to predict someone's future. She looked completely convinced though, different from what he'd seen in other so called 'occultists'. "Any advice on what brands, then?"
He shrugged. "Very secret. If I tell you I have to kill you" Neal told her, still with this dazzling smile. It wasn't secret, of course, but he'd rather not tell her he was working with the feds. As a consultant. Too much questions about what he supposedly had done.
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Post by Anathema Device on Aug 24, 2012 20:45:37 GMT -5
Anathema tried her best not to look dejected. She'd definitely just lost a client - this man looked completely nonplussed - a skeptic. No matter. She brushed it off. Lots of people didn't believe in the occult, in psychics, in anything. Especially with the way people felt towards mutts, she supposed she should have seen it coming. Who'd believe an actual mutt psychic existed, anyway? Most mutts had more visible powers.
She thought for a second, before answering him. "I personally like The Heart and the Mind, though The Lemon is in Play is also quite good. I really don't know where the owner comes up with these names."
She snorts a little in her laugh, covering her mouth with her free hand. "Are you some sort of secret agent? I've never met anyone who actually uses that phrase in real life."
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Post by Neal Caffrey on Aug 25, 2012 12:44:08 GMT -5
Neal noticed that she looked a bit dejected and felt guilty. Let it never be said that he didn't have a conscience when he could afford it. He gave her an apologetic smile. "Well, maybe I'll have the opportunity to have a session one day" he said. He had no idea where she lived, and if it was within his two mile zone. He doubted the feds would appreciate the alarm going off because he wanted a reading.
Neal laughed. "Really? 'The Lemon is in Play'?" He shook his head, still chuckling. "It sounds like some bad catchphrase for a movie, doesn't it?" He wondered if the owner was on drugs, or used a generator for these names.
"Well, if I told you I work for the feds I'd have to kill you" he said with a small nod. He checked if his order was coming up. He didn't feel like running through the city back to the office with a lot of steaming cups. Maybe he could hail a cab..
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Post by Anathema Device on Sept 12, 2012 23:54:14 GMT -5
"That'd be nice. I don't get to glean much from the cards, but it's a nice insight into people in general, really. Helps me think more about the human race and what it's really like." Even though Anathema was a human too - she certainly didn't know any other word for what she was besides 'mutt', and she considered that word derogatory - she certainly liked to study its inhabitants. Particularly peculiar ones.
"I'm not sure. I think it's a reference to something on the radio. I don't listen to it much so I'm not really sure." Anathema was much more into sitting in dark spaces and reading books by candlelight, anyway. It helped keep up appearances for one thing.
She rolled her eyes. "Do they instruct all of you to say that? Really, the line's getting a little tired. I don't watch much telly, but I've seen enough police dramas to know that one." She laughed a little bit, light and off-beat, as if she was thinking about a personal joke that no one in the outside world would know.
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Post by Neal Caffrey on Sept 23, 2012 15:29:11 GMT -5
"Do they really work for you?" he asked, a little bit curious. "The cards, I mean." As stated before, he'd never really believed in stuff like that. But sometimes people really seemed to keep what the cards said in mind. He found it unfathomable, living by what a set of pictures on paper said.
"Me neither" he admitted. He usually listened to police radio, or what Peter played in the Taurus which was usually just music. Police radio wasn't really that exciting. He grinned at her. "Not one for technology then?" Neal asked her, since it seemed she didn't listen to the radio or watched television.
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