Mike
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Post by Mike on Feb 18, 2008 19:48:59 GMT
Continued from: Lunacy; Club Interior
Mike entered the store, glancing around and trying to decide what he wanted. The cab was at the curb and he didn't want to leave the driver waiting for too long. Whatever fare he had to pay was fine, but it was kind of rude to leave the guy waiting for too long. He supposed that it was too bad that he had decided to have a couple of drinks since he would've been in his car otherwise, but he hadn't been willing to take such a risk.
Moving around, he collected a few things- some chips, cupcakes, a package of spicy beef jerky- and, once he was pretty sure that he had what he wanted, he started for the counter, though he did find himself stopping to pick up a couple of things on the way.
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Post by Mike on Feb 18, 2008 20:23:24 GMT
Mike finally stepped up to the counter and put the items down, certain that he had everything that he was going to want, returning India's smile with one of his own, the weirdly creepy smiley face button distracting him. He knew that it wasn't supposed to be creepy, but it really was and, considering what he did for a living, that was saying a lot. It took a good deal to creep him out, but that button did it for some reason. He wouldn't have had any problem with coming to the counter and finding someone else there- dealing with crime scenes could do that to a person he supposed- but he was glad that the cute blond was still there. There was no telling who would take over after her.
"Evening," he greeted, taking out his wallet to wait for everything to be rung up. He wasn't trying to rush her. He just wanted to be ready to pull out the money when he got the total. "Decent enough night?"
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Post by Mike on Feb 19, 2008 15:37:29 GMT
He knew that the smiley button was supposed to be welcoming and cheerful, but honestly, to him it looked like one of those smiles someone put on when they were thinking of the numerous ways in which they wanted to kill you and where they were going to hide the body when they were done. Basically, it looked like a cover up smile. Or maybe it was just too happy-happy. Either way, the creep factor was there. Any person who would make another human being wear that thing had to have something wrong with them.
"That sounds like a night leaning towards the good side to me," Mike agreed. Places like this were robbed so often- or it seemed so- that a night without that happening had to be a good one. "Has it been this quiet all night or were you on for the rush?" Places like this did get rushes occasionally. Right? He knew that he had certainly stopped in a few times and found it busy.
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Mike
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Post by Mike on Mar 2, 2008 18:19:32 GMT
If Mike put his mind to the same task, he knew that he could come up with several ways to kill a person and dispose of the body as well, but that was, he supposed, something that came from being in his line of work. A person learned things on the job- things that normal people likely didn’t care to learn- but it helped with his work. As disturbing as it was, sometimes the only way to learn what needed to be learned was for a CSI- or anyone working on a case really- to put themselves in the shoes of the perpetrator and attempt to see through their eyes during the investigation. It sometimes opened up doors that lab techniques couldn’t, even if it could be disturbing. Mike personally liked to keep his distance- to try seeing as nothing more than observer- but sometimes, that just didn’t work like it was supposed to.
When India offered him another smile, Mike offered up another of his own. “Well, there’s a plus at least. You’ll get to be out of here before the madness ensues. Always a good thing, unless you like that sort of thing.”
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Post by Mike on Mar 9, 2008 0:45:18 GMT
“If you can actually control yourself enough not to hit them when they come in like that, you’ve got more self control than I would in your position. The first wrong move and there’d be a drunk on the floor and I’d be out of a job.” Mike couldn’t put up with idiots very well and drunk ones were always the worst. That was why, when he went out to drink, he tried not to get drunk. He couldn’t say that he never did it- he had before, but not since joining up with the department- but he tried his best to watch how much alcohol he was having and stick to a limit. Besides, a hangover in the morning was bad on its own, but going out to a scene with one? Thankfully, he could only imagine and it was more than enough to get him to make sure that he never found himself in that situation.
Certain that India wanted to get out of there before anyone else had the chance to come in and hold up her departure, Mike was going to be nice and attempt keeping the chit chat to a minimum. Even if he would have very happily stood there and talked to her all not. And besides, the cabbie was still waiting outside, so he was actually holding two people up from getting off work.
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Post by Mike on Apr 3, 2008 21:44:25 GMT
As a CSI, he had seen some seriously crazy things, including a few bodies that had been ripped apart and seemingly eaten. Those had always been chalked up to some sort of wild animal- usually rabid dogs or something. The whole werewolf thing wasn’t something that Mike had ever believed. People who could change into wolves? Not something that he had ever even given much thought to except when there was a movie or book involved. He had never seen any proof that they were real and, while he didn’t need proof about everything, werewolves were something that he did need it for.
Checking the total, Mike handed over the proper amount and offered a smile as he put his wallet away and picked up the bag. If she hadn’t been working, Mike very well would have asked her if she had anything planned for the night. Still, he didn’t imagine that she wanted to be held up any more. “It was good talking to you. Have a nice night.” With that, he headed for the door and towards the waiting cab.
Continued at: Streets
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