leave it behind (open)

[Logan Charles Patterson]

Logan had never even considered the fact that accepting a job as valet to Burton A Harper II would result in his eventually being shipped out of the country and into the United States of America. To be quite honest, it was the last place he wanted to live in. Sure, he had visited often enough, when Alfie’s business ventures called for a trip, but he never thought the git would move here. And yes, he was probably the only valet cocky enough to call their rich ass boss a git. In fact, he still wondered why he hadn’t fired him yet.

The businessman had decided to go visit his cousin, one that Logan hadn’t met as of yet, but had been led to believe that probably was a good thing, from the way Alfie described him he was an antisocial bastard. And he’d been in a room with enough of the Harper family all at once to know that was probably extremely likely, and he wasn’t keen on doing so any more often than was necessary. But Alfie had given him an hour to do “Whatever you do when you're not tailing me”, and Logan hadn’t thought twice about taking him up on that offer.

A quick wander down the street had landed him in Vintage Brew, he still didn’t know his way around Addison well enough that he was comfortable venturing too far from wherever Alfie was, the last thing he needed was to get lost and annoy the man by returning a good five hours late. Not that he had a problem annoying him on any other occasion, but he didn’t particularly feel like getting lost today anyways.

Ordering himself a coffee, a mug of the liquid, that should probably last him the hour he had, he took a seat at a small table, running one hand through his dark curls, pushing them back and out of his face. He’d probably need a trim soon, or Alfie was going to get up him for looking untidy. He snorted softly. He actually had an hour off and all he was doing was sitting here thinking about work. Not that he really had much else to think about right now.

Tagged Open
Words 371
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Muse Science & Faith - The Script
Notes Wheeee I love Logan.

[dorothy]

karma police, arrest this man
HE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.
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<sup>Sure steps and a long stride gave the allure of purpose and determination and as though they stood upon the tracks while a most elegant train approached, people shuffled out of her path before they could even register their own movements. She rendered instinct out of people, held it in a thin and shapely fist and manipulated it like a puppet on a string without even trying. But such was the presence of Dorothy, never one to be ostentatious or to actively make herself the center of attention, but someone whose entrance was easily felt. That presence was arguably too large for this small café that she walked into, immediately earning herself a few glances as the solitary young woman opened the door in silence, pushing stray strands of long, dark chocolate hair out of her face. To be quite honest, Dorothy had never been a girl starved for attention and found it pathetic when people were weak enough to surrender unknowingly to her stronger presence.

Polite and sweeter than the real Dorothy is, she ordered herself a cup of chai, warming herself to the girl who worked behind the counter, making herself human when there was actually nothing more than a rabid animal behind her eyes. She raised a finger to rub at the cleanly applied edge of her lipstick as she waited for her drink, perhaps to wipe away the foam. She accepted the drink with a smile and a thank you, turning to find herself a table to take a moment to sit and allow her body to feel tired, for her feet to hurt and for her mind to settle before she began again. While there were plenty of empty tables to sit at Dorothy wasn’t want to take the loner approach. Just because others didn’t have the balls enough to interact with strangers didn’t mean Dorothy was the same. Far from it, and misery does love company.

Without even thinking or taking a chance to look around and perhaps by random selection (or more calculated purposes that are something similar to a child’s fascination in watching ants squirm) Dorothy strode over to a young man sitting alone at a table with coffee and a distant if not bitter expression. She slid into the seat without even asking if it were taken, but Dorothy almost hoped it was. She enjoyed watching when the girlfriends came back to find a woman like Dorothy sitting in their intended seat, she enjoyed pulling the passive aggression open for all to see like dissecting a frog, pinning open it’s chest.

She looked across at him while taking an idle, careful drink of the hot chai, rubbing her lips together to cool them as she leaned back in her seat. “Is your hair naturally curly or did you neglect to take a shower?</sup>

[/color]” Dorothy asked easily, setting her cup down so it might have a moment to cool as she idly hooked one knee over the other. “It’s a character defining question, answer truthfully.[/color]”

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THIS IS WHAT YOU GET.THIS IS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU MESS WITH US.
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[Logan Charles Patterson]

Logan was used to being around people with the same presence as Dorothy, and after around six years, not counting the years his mother was a cook in the Harper household, of being in service to Alfie, he found himself impervious to being drawn in by it. Though, even before, he hadn’t really found anything special about it, he was more interested in his coffee, still a little too hot to keep drinking, so he found himself staring out of the window in boredom. He shifted his position in the chair so he was sitting more comfortably, feeling one of the two phones he was carrying on his person, his own personal line, and one of Alfie’s, vibrate in his jeans pocket.

Naturally, it was Alfie’s line. Sliding the cellular device from his pocket, he hit the small, green talk button, holding it to his ear. “Mr Harper’s phone, Logan speaking,” he said, cheerful, calm tones in major contradiction to the look on his face. He had never pictured himself making a living answering phone calls, or doing anything he did now for Alfie, he had mainly accepted the offer he had proposed because he was in desperate need for employment and it seemed like a good idea, for a while. Not that he really hated it, in fact, he didn’t mind it most of the time. It was mainly just the people it required having to talk to, most of them left him under the impression that they were a bunch of self absorbed gits.

“I’m sorry, Mr Harper isn’t available to take your call right now, may I take a message?” he continued, after listening to the voice on the other end speak, pulling an electronic organiser out of another pocket...thank god for the invention of pockets, he would be lost without them...and punched in a note, name and phone number that the woman on the other end gave him, before hanging up.

Just as he slid the phone and organiser back into their respective pockets, a slender brunette woman slid into the seat opposite him. Arching his eyebrows slightly, it wasn’t every day a stranger joined you while you were lost in your thoughts in a coffee shop, in fact, most people tended to avoid speaking to people they didn’t know, from his experience, his look turned to one of slight amusement at her question.

“Naturally curly. I find that showering daily is a necessity.”

Tagged Dorothy
Words 407
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Muse Wrapped In Your Arms - Fireflight
Notes I don't mind in the slightest

[dorothy]

karma police, arrest this man
HE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.
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<sup>All the charm, wit and cleverness did not change the fact that across from this proper gentleman sat a hyena wearing the skin of a girl and muting the chuckles which could otherwise ring through the air like spears of ice ready for the piercing. A daunting coffee mate, among other things. The smallest of grins reached her face at his answer and it seemed so amused and so pleased with his answer, a lulling illusion of winning that she served to him on a silver platter, but laughter was not the only thing a hyena was known for. A game was always followed by the infamous bone cracking bite more powerful than that of most sharks, especially when the animal was hungry or bored. It was hard to say which Dorothy was at the moment.

“You’re wonderfully obedient and polite; do you find it offensive if I say you’ve been well trained?” Dorothy said in a light, gentle voice and even sweeter tone, her expression matched perfectly to give an air of genuineness. Socializing was nothing but a game to her, one she won countless times and only those who could get the drop on her were put up for consideration to be anything other than someone beneath her. It was not arrogance or elitism, Dorothy was not better than anyone but merely more violent than others. It was Darwinian survival of the fittest, and a young female like her could not be bothered by harboring the weak. This man across from him had been unwittingly thrown upon Dorothy’s test, a most brutal and unpredictable one with the propensity to crawl beneath the skin and leave cancerous marks to those who could not measure up to the challenge. Dorothy didn’t have high hopes for this man, but it was an adequate exercise.

Her every move was graceful, from the idle and instinctual flips of her hair to clear her face of it to the easy drink she took from her cup. Electric jade green eyes looked over the rim of her cup at the man before she set it down and leaned forward, offering a thin hand across the table for a shake. “Dorothy Brannick,</sup>

[/b]” She introduced with a smile, recoiling to her seat after the introduction. “You look like you’re on your break.” She said oh so congenially, a masked strike against his individuality. Dorothy had never approved much of people who work during their breaks, money was not everything. That was something she could say with confidence, having personally earned every dime of her fortunes at such a young age.

Leaning forward so she might rest the side of her face in her hand, feeling quite comfortable, yet what lioness felt the need to be anything but when in the presence of a mouse. “So you’re a secretary? Personal assistant? Is there a difference between the two? ”

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[Logan Charles Patterson]

I observed the slender brunette sitting across from me with some degree of scepticism. She didn’t look like someone merely looking for conversation whilst they downed their drink, she seemed rather aloof, pretending to be interested though it felt like she was holding herself away from the conversation at arm’s length. I had been working for Alfie for near on six years now, and after that time, it gave you a certain feel for people, made you pick up on the small things easier. Though, if I had managed to sit in a room full of the Harper family and return with my insides still intact, I was sure I could take whatever this woman could throw at me.

I took a mouthful of my coffee, considering the next question she threw at me. “I doubt my employer shares the same sentiments,” I answered, the tone of my voice rather dry. I hadn’t taken offense to what she had said, it took a lot to offend me, I was used to just ignoring it these days. Although, I thought, if she had called me polite and obedient around Alfie, the businessman would probably be barely able to contain his own amusement at the thought. He knew I was both of those things, to a certain extent, but I was quite positive that he actually didn’t mind when I wasn’t. Take our meeting with Theodore Uppingham. If I hadn’t known better, I could have sworn Alfie was a step away from punching the git in the nose when he had ranted about ‘disciplining’ me.

She offered her hand to me, introducing herself as Dorothy Brannick. As usual, my mind took this in, storing it away with every other name I had to memorise for Alfie, for later reference. “Logan Patterson,” I answered, accepting the hand she stretched across the table towards me, giving it a quick, firm shake before releasing it again.

“No, I’m not. I’m just lucky that drinking coffee and answering calls can be done simultaneously,” I replied, picking up my cup and taking another sip. Of course, when Alfie told me to go do whatever it was I do, it was different from ‘go take a break’. I knew he meant, carry on about your normal tasks, in whatever fashion you decide to do it. Everything else I needed to do couldn’t be performed here, or anywhere around here, so I chose to merely take his calls for him and relax at the same time.

“Valet is really the correct term for what I am, though if you want to use personal assistant, sure. I guess, like a secretary, though more in depth. More, well, personal, as the name suggests.”

Tagged Dorothy
Words 452
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Muse Epiphany - Bowling For Soup
Notes Sorry for the change from third to first, I'm having issues with third person at the moment, and sorry it took a while for me to get this up.