The Back-Room Geek

"Let's make the violent Psychopath angry." [x][x][x][x] An independent Tom Tom blog for BBC's By Any Means. Will roleplay with anyone. Set before the series finale.

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   ”If you want to see crazy, keep lying to me.                You wouldn’t just be here. in my house. for no reason. I don’t even know you.” fuming she was, but the shrug took place of such. There was still room to tighten those straps and she would if she had to.

        “So, at your leisure, you can try that again.”

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   He tenses, lifts his chin and slowly clenches his fists. Tom can feel the worry rising, and his mind has apparently gone utterly blank. If he is ever to get out of this... Jack's going to kill him anyway.

    "Alright..."

                    "----'m from the electricity company."

                                                    ( how the bloody hell was he hired for this? )

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A sigh, though brief, slipped from between pursed lips.

    “So. Would you like to remain strapped to that chair or are you going to tell me just what you’re doing here, why your here in the first place and who happened to have sent you?— If anyone.”

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    He's uncomfortable, that he can tell. There's a pain against the skin of his wrists that he's quite certain he's not felt before. Tom winces visibly, before sending the woman a confused scowl.

    "--You crazy?" He allows a moment, before he realises that he may have just added fuel to the fire, "I'm just... I'm just here. Wouldn't be if it weren't for the... straps."

                       ( sometimes one must remind oneself that they do like their job. 

                                                   even if it means doing so whilst held captive. )

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         “Tom,” She repeats, nodding her head a few times as if she were storing it away. Fleur liked remembering things.

                 “S'a pleasure to meet you too!” The grin is back in place, crinkling her nose.

                       “It’s not that I’m supposed to, or anything, I just––wanted to, I suppose? See, I’m visiting. From California. Not really sure why. It’s been fun, though. You’re from around here, then?”

         What she needs is a drink. Fleur flags down a waiter, bright eyed and happy, pulling out her ID before they ask. They always ask.

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    "Got a flat a couple of streets away, yeah... California?" Now he's interested. Tom Tom tilts his head with an evident amount of interest, "Wow."

      "And of all the places in London, you come to this dive?" A chuckle, he takes a sip of his drink, quirks a jesting brow, "Could do better."

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            “If you can’t even listen to what I’m saying, then perhaps you’re not the right man for the job.”

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   "Excuse you."

                 "--I was listening."

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     "Woah---- 'ello.

                  "Ah---- Should you be here?"

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"I have a job proposition for you."

        “If you’re interested, that is.”

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                "--------A what?"

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                   (  He's not breaking in. Honest.  )

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              The sigh of relief that passes her lips literally brings her shoulders down, as if she were letting go of a ton of iron weight. “Wonderful,” She breathes, tugging out a chair to sit down across from the man.

                            She should probably ask, but Fleur is––lacking in social norms.

            “No, no Police Station necessary. I’m right where I wanted to be, thank you.” Fleur smiles, bright and warm and kind.

                “Sorry about that–––’m Fleur.”

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    "Oh--" She's sat down and, somewhat awkwardly, he settles himself too; resting forward in his seat and releasing a slow breath.

    "Okay. Good.

                    "----Uh, pleasure? I-I mean, it's a pleasure." Smooth, very smooth, "Name's Tom... Are you supposed to be in 'ere?"

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                 “No, no, no, no–––”

                                     She stops right in front of him, looking around.

            “Here, where am I here? Standing. Here. Right here. With you. Here." She’s going to scare someone. Namely him. That’s not the intention.

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    "Okay..." He kicks his chair a little further away, tilting his head with a very evident frown.

    Almost cautiously, he reaches forward and takes a hold of the top of her map. The tip of his finger indicates the road, "Right 'ere. Pub on the corner, Police Station two streets away. D-d'you want the Police Station?"

                                                                        ( Could be more help after all. )

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                      Fleur pulls out a map, mumbling to herself. She paces, as if she were at her own house.

                            “Yes, yes—specifics, please.” She probably looks crazy.

          “Right here, at this point, could you––tell me? Where I am?”

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    "Uh----; Camden?" He's not too willing to offer too much information.

                                 "Does that help?"

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                       “Oh, ah, sorry, I–––”

                            “Where am I?” Smooth, Fleur.

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    "What?"

          "You-- You don't know where you are?

                  "Well, London. I hope. Was the last time i checked. D'you need specifics, or...?"

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Penelope could hardly hold back her chuckle. It wasn’t fair of her to laugh. He probably just.. wasn’t from around there so he might not have heard the term ‘fourway intersection’ before. “It’s where four roads meet in one place— I can take you there if you’re worried about it. And since you don’t really seem to know where you are.” her brows peaked and she stepped from the sidewalk and into the street, heading a few steps ahead down the barren street.

     ”—Where are you from? Not from the same place I happen to hail from I assume—” she paused. “I’m sorry. I’m being rude, aren’t I. M’ name’s Penelope, I live at the end of the block.”

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    He won't lie to himself, Tom Tom's slightly put out when she laughs; it's somewhat irksome to say the least. Tilting his head, he turns fully, "A crossroads, then? Yeah, a crossroads."

    "London. I'm here for a sort of... holiday thing." He adjusts the bag on his shoulder with a brief sigh, before bowing his head in her direction, "Pleasure. Tom... I'm Tom."

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"Um… nope"

Sean takes a picture, a smirk on his lips.

"Besides, just how were you planning on stopping me?"

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   He blinks, "No. No, don't do that."

       An almost childish hand reaches forward, "Just, give it back, aye?"

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"You don’t have to believe me, most normal people probably wouldn’t." Alec shrugs, taking a drink.

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   He gestures to the pint in his hand.

                              "How many you had?"

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"Sorry but, I need to borrow it - rather you like it or not luv’

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    "What?"

        "N-no, you don't. Put it down."