[ Second day in, and besides being heartbroken, besides being desolate and alone and desperate to find a ways of escape, Claire is... well.
Bored.
Forgive her. She's only 20, and lives in a world of smart phones. Entertainment at her finger tips even on long, lonely hunts, being forced to hunker down with a storm raging and nothing else to do, no monsters to kill... it's hard, honestly.
So Claire reaches for the phone. There are numbers here, right? Might as well try them. Now, she's not gonna continuously ring one number. If no one picks up, she'll move to a different number. A good while later, she might circle back.
So at some point, the phone in John's house will ring. And then it will ring again. And if he does not pick it up, eventually..... eventually it will ring once more. ]
[ John isn't handling the fact there's no technology too terribly. After all, he only really had a phone recently when he knicked it off of Papa Midnite. He wasn't big on technology or phones - or being found.
One can imagine the surprise he has when the phone actually rings.
He cautiously goes down the stairs and turns to the living room. Bloody hell, it is ringing. With a quick glance around the house he knows is empty, he finally snatches the phone up in one hand. ]
You know, I'd normally say I don't take solicitor calls... but I doubt there's any of them in this town. [ 'ello, have a very British sounding fellow. ]
[ Mulcalley. Male, has a 'mulcalley' kind of voice.
Yeah, checks out. ]
Aren't you supposed to answer the phone with 'Hello' and then something useful, like your name?
[ Claire quips, but her tone is light. Oh, look, she can leave the barbed wire off her tongue when she wants to. Truth be told, though, she sounds more amused than anything. ]
No point in sayin' somethin' friendly when you don't know who is on the other end of a call in a town you've been summoned in, luv. [ He grins, glancing out the windows around to see if he can see someone else on a phone in another house. ] Sharing session. You show me yours and I'll show you mine.
[ Namely because he'd rather get a feeling for someone before he just hands his name out willy-nilly. Bit paranoid after having that bounty put on his head. ]
Looks like you're much less confused than some people here, Harry Potter. And much more careful.
[ She can appreciate the suspicion. That's more hunter level, to be honest.
Also, is this the most clever reference she could have made? No. But like all good American people who have never set foot outside their own country, to her ear, there exists One British Accent, and the reference makes itself.
Their houses though, unbeknownst to them, appear to be adjacent rather than opposite each other, making visual detection quite difficult. ]
I know it's lady's first usually, but in all fairness, I asked first, too.
Harry Potter. Christ, first Sherlock Holmes now... sooner or later you Americans are going to run out of witty and clever English literary people to reference.
[ Annoyed? Feathers rustled? Yes. Next they'll make cracks about fish and chips.
Given he cant find anyone in the houses near by, he leans against the lovely end table the phone is resting on. Head tilts as he looks at the list of numbers with scratched out names. Huh. ]
Oh, I don't suppose you're calling from one of the many names on this list. [ He picks up the pad of paper and grabs a pen. May as well. ] John Constantine.
Not much on the pop culture references, luv. At least not recently.
[ Does he know what Doctor Who is? Yes. Does he want to admit that and give her more ammo? Not really. Maybe he'll keep that and save it for later. Just out of nowhere reference the bloody TARDIS. ]
It's either that or you've found a phonebook at our lovely Grey Gull restaurant. [ He's dripping with sarcasm. It's not lovely, not at all. ]
And just what do you make of our forced vacation getaway spot, Claire?
Well, Potter, what can I say? I don't mind rustic, but so far the cleanliness has been appalling, the buffet lacking and the overal atmosphere is...
[ She glances to the window, rain pelting against it, the glass rattling under the onslaught of the storm. ]
... turbulent. My verdict is... I've had better. Worse, too. So let's put it at a generous 3 out of 10, with some downwards mobility to turn into an irredeemable shit show.
[ Claire hesitates, and the pause is obvious. She doesn't know these people, but... here's the thing. She understands that there's a risk/reward here. And that information flowing both ways tends to be more useful, unless you know the other person wants to screw you over.
She should get a goddamn medal for all that growth, honestly.
The pause, however, does mean that when she speaks, she's clearly made up her mind about how she wants to play this... for now. ]
Claire at 1306. Thinks she's a bit clever with British pop culture. How about nice walks on the beach under the sunset?
[ He grins at himself as he writes in CLAIRE NOVAK next to 1306. For now. Good point on that. He isn't sure he'll stay at this place once the storm passes and he gets some good sleep. ]
[ She says it with humour though - she's not gonna bite the head off a guy who can't tell how young she is over the phone.
Or that he might be barking up the wrong tree for other reasons, too. ]
Well, I'm gonna hang up and leave you heartbroken, now that I've gotten everything I wanted out of you. I'm sure we'll chat again. Stay British, Potter!
[ And with the tease obvious in her voice, she hangs up. Time to dial some more numbers... ]
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Day 2: The Phone with the "Mulcalley" number rings
Bored.
Forgive her. She's only 20, and lives in a world of smart phones. Entertainment at her finger tips even on long, lonely hunts, being forced to hunker down with a storm raging and nothing else to do, no monsters to kill... it's hard, honestly.
So Claire reaches for the phone. There are numbers here, right? Might as well try them. Now, she's not gonna continuously ring one number. If no one picks up, she'll move to a different number. A good while later, she might circle back.
So at some point, the phone in John's house will ring. And then it will ring again. And if he does not pick it up, eventually..... eventually it will ring once more. ]
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One can imagine the surprise he has when the phone actually rings.
He cautiously goes down the stairs and turns to the living room. Bloody hell, it is ringing. With a quick glance around the house he knows is empty, he finally snatches the phone up in one hand. ]
You know, I'd normally say I don't take solicitor calls... but I doubt there's any of them in this town. [ 'ello, have a very British sounding fellow. ]
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Yeah, checks out. ]
Aren't you supposed to answer the phone with 'Hello' and then something useful, like your name?
[ Claire quips, but her tone is light. Oh, look, she can leave the barbed wire off her tongue when she wants to. Truth be told, though, she sounds more amused than anything. ]
Who even says solicitor anymore?
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[ Namely because he'd rather get a feeling for someone before he just hands his name out willy-nilly. Bit paranoid after having that bounty put on his head. ]
Me.
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[ She can appreciate the suspicion. That's more hunter level, to be honest.
Also, is this the most clever reference she could have made? No. But like all good American people who have never set foot outside their own country, to her ear, there exists One British Accent, and the reference makes itself.
Their houses though, unbeknownst to them, appear to be adjacent rather than opposite each other, making visual detection quite difficult. ]
I know it's lady's first usually, but in all fairness, I asked first, too.
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[ Annoyed? Feathers rustled? Yes. Next they'll make cracks about fish and chips.
Given he cant find anyone in the houses near by, he leans against the lovely end table the phone is resting on. Head tilts as he looks at the list of numbers with scratched out names. Huh. ]
Oh, I don't suppose you're calling from one of the many names on this list. [ He picks up the pad of paper and grabs a pen. May as well. ] John Constantine.
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[ She grins, and the expression transfers to her voice, the tease audible. ]
Now, whyever would you think that, John Constantine?
[ Claire notes the name down, but... well, enough teasing maybe. She can be civil. ]
It's Claire. Claire Novak.
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[ Does he know what Doctor Who is? Yes. Does he want to admit that and give her more ammo? Not really. Maybe he'll keep that and save it for later. Just out of nowhere reference the bloody TARDIS. ]
It's either that or you've found a phonebook at our lovely Grey Gull restaurant. [ He's dripping with sarcasm. It's not lovely, not at all. ]
And just what do you make of our forced vacation getaway spot, Claire?
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[ She glances to the window, rain pelting against it, the glass rattling under the onslaught of the storm. ]
... turbulent. My verdict is... I've had better. Worse, too. So let's put it at a generous 3 out of 10, with some downwards mobility to turn into an irredeemable shit show.
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What number are you calling from? Just in case I feel the urge to be a bit social and give you a ring.
[ Although, if she's like him? She might be hopping to another location eventually. ]
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She should get a goddamn medal for all that growth, honestly.
The pause, however, does mean that when she speaks, she's clearly made up her mind about how she wants to play this... for now. ]
1306. Anders residence. For now, at least.
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[ He grins at himself as he writes in CLAIRE NOVAK next to 1306. For now. Good point on that. He isn't sure he'll stay at this place once the storm passes and he gets some good sleep. ]
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[ Claire chuckles. At least she has this left in her shrinking world - a shitty sense of humour, and the attitude to make it work. ]
Completely overrated, though. I'll take a dive bar and a pool table.
[ What can she say. Hunters notoriously make their money through hustling - although she can pick a lock and pick a pocket just as well. ]
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[ Flirting in the first phone call? Yes. He is - very much so. ]
Oh, well! Glad we can agree on that then. Although I'd take any bar that's got alcohol in it.
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[ She says it with humour though - she's not gonna bite the head off a guy who can't tell how young she is over the phone.
Or that he might be barking up the wrong tree for other reasons, too. ]
Well, I'm gonna hang up and leave you heartbroken, now that I've gotten everything I wanted out of you. I'm sure we'll chat again. Stay British, Potter!
[ And with the tease obvious in her voice, she hangs up. Time to dial some more numbers... ]