#warren.ramsey

[warrengriggs]

He was a few thumbtacks and a skein of yarn short of having one of those conspiracy boards on the wall. What he did have was a cork board filled with notes right above his desk. Some of them contained speculation and some of it contained snippets of things said on the news, things he’d overheard, other peoples theories. There was a little picture of Naomi pinned up alongside an article about the train and Warren gave a grim smile in its direction as he took a sip from his coffee cup. “They definitely grabbed her because of her connections, I don’t think it was a coincidence. I’m glad she’s okay, but I don’t get why they just released her.” It didn’t make any sense, not when they’d been pulling nails off of people and leaving body parts in party bags. Giving a shake of his head, he stepped forward to place his coffee up at his desk and grabbed for a piece of paper and pencil. “You said there was a vampire and a shifter that night at the Beekman. I think it’s safe to assume they’ve got witches up in all this too, yeah?” He scribbled down a few bullet points before looking over his shoulder at Ramsey. @hunter-haller

[warrengriggs]

“I need your help with something and I’m like, really sorry if this isn’t something you want to do. I’m not going to push you or anything, and I know I don’t technically have to sleep at night...But I’m hardcore losing sleep over this thing now.” Same bar as the week before. It felt like a neutral enough ground, let Ramsey have an out if she wanted to just leave. Warren knew he had more of a nervous lilt to his voice than playful, but he couldn’t help it. Not this time, not when the cork board kept in his home office corner looked like he was trying to solve a conspiracy.

Well, okay he kind of was. That was besides the point though. “So my boss’ assistant has gone missing. I ran into a girl who lives in her building,” Poppy hadn’t needed to be so nice to him after he’d interrupted her eating, but she’d been quick to give her thoughts on the whole thing. “She was last seen by her neighbor on the train. I don’t think that whole mess was accident and I know you don’t either.” @hunter-haller

[warrengriggs]

Coworker’s and Josefine aside, the one he’d been most worried about during the entire Walking Dead situation, was Ramsey. Ramsey and her big doe eyes and her charcoal smeared cheeks. And her very beating heart and it was bad to assume someone couldn’t defend themselves, he’d been over that. But he was still outside the door of her apartment, back against it as he sat in the hall. He’d knocked and she hadn’t answered but he knew she was inside, could hear her in there. Warren couldn’t point that out though. Not without giving himself away and it occurred to him that he didn’t actually know if she….knew. Did she? “Rams, you know I could go total lumberjack on this door and I’m respecting your privacy as your friend, but I’m worried, man. Heck, we could converse through the door if you don’t want to see anybody. I just need some kind of verbal confirmation you didn’t bite it.” There was some humor in his tone, but he felt nervous. Like, did she find out and she just didn’t want to see him? No, maybe she had headphones in and just didn’t hear him. @hunter-haller

[warrengriggs]

"So the point is for them to not look super good, right?" Sketchbook in one hand and pencil in the other, Warren was looking from the paper to Ramsey and back again. It was supposed to be fun, and it was, it was just he was drawing a portrait of an artist and her picture of him was going to be far better. Which was fine, he was more worried about making her feel offended that he'd erased and redrew her nose maybe like four times. "Or is it like we're supposed to be drawing our interpretation of each other? Because I didn't know I was supposed to be drawing a baby deer." Warren said nonchalantly, corners of his lips curled up in a smile as he looked to her from his spot on the couch. @hunter-haller

[warrengriggs]

"So, I would consider myself an art novice. Or at least a museum novice, but am I supposed to be doing anything other than feeling and appreciating?" Warren took a sip of his coffee (peppermint latte, festive) before looking (down) at his companion. It had seemed like a good idea, take the artist to the museum of art, he hadn't been there in a while anyways. And they put trees up, decorated them in the halls. It was just all around a nice thing to do without being actually out in the cold. He considered that a win/win, that Christmas feeling and warmth. Well, it's not like the cold bothered him much anyways, he and Elsa had that in common. @hunter-haller

[warrengriggs]

“That guy over there. Car salesman. Not one of the seedy ones. Which is why he’s kind of bad at it. Not to mention he’s a car salesman in New York so it’s basically like get somebody to spend the big bucks every time. Because he’s not doing so hot, he moonlights as a late night taxi driver. One day he wants to be able to drive one of the Maserati’s he’s sells.” Warren gave a solemn nod, pointing with his soda (Coke, he was a classic kind of guy) at a guy alone at the bar, looking a tad worse for wear. With everything going on, with everything feeling so tense lately, it was good to get out. Even if it was just to people watch. Besides, he didn’t really want her out alone at night. To the point where he debated asking if it’d be too far to walk her to and from work or be the one to hail her a cab. Ramsey had killed some shifter, she wasn’t defenseless. But there was still that tiny issue that he couldn’t look past. She was still mortal and therefore he thought of her as a lot more fragile than she actually was. @hunter-haller

[warrengriggs]

“Tell me everything.”

This wasn’t like last time, he wasn’t going to sit outside her door, he’d practically barged inside after knocking. She hadn’t wanted to talk after it’d all been over but he’d seen her that night, had witnessed her looking shaken. He hadn’t been with her when the sickness had struck, there’d been nothing he could do to help her but knowing they were in the same place and something had happened, he immediately felt guilty. That if he hadn’t been so engrossed in mingling, he could have helped her. She wouldn’t have had to do whatever she’d had to do alone. There wasn’t any humor in his voice today, Warren almost felt like he was back at the precinct in Boston in one of the interrogation rooms talking to a witness. Which wasn’t ultimately a bad thing, she was a witness. To what he didn’t yet know, but he intended to find out. @hunter-haller