(Topher) Woah, Who's This?

[Jacaranda Mulciber]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/jac_bg.jpg,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/jac_foot.jpg][atrb=style,background-position: bottom; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 2px 30px 88px 150px; text-align: justify;]Jac was running a little late. Not that she officially started work for another thirty minutes, but Jac was always in early. She was delayed by a few little things, waking up slowly, choosing what to wear and being unable to find a certain blouse, misplacing her wand, and snapping at the security staff as she entered for not being in the right places. The increase of new staff had really hindered the efficiency of some departments. She was going to have to speak to Silas about that. She breezed over to the bar firstly, and was surprised not to be ambushed. Silas had made a regular habit of waiting there each day for her to arrive, so his absence was a little deflating and served to put her mood down another notch. She was carrying too many papers for her usual glass of water, and so she carried on to the offices to see if Silas was in his. At least she felt a little better walking into the renovated staff area. The ceilings were higher, the corridors wider, and they no longer had convenient alcoves for vampires to hide in. She stopped outside Silas’s office and rapped the door sharply. When there was no reply, she frowned and continued on down the corridor to her office. She reached for her wand but at the sight of her door ajar, she froze. Thankfully, she could hear Silas’s voice. So no vampires waiting in there for her then. She could feel another wash of dread come over her as she realised what exactly she was hiding in her desk drawer. It was locked with the strongest charms she knew, but if Silas were curious enough... Jac stalked into the office, only to find Silas standing beside the door speaking to a man she didn’t know who was poking around on her desk. She glanced to Silas questioningly, then turned her deepening frown on the intruder. “Who are you?” She noticed her usually neat and tidy desk was less ordered than usual, the pieces of paper not stacked quite right. What was going on? She reserved the outright anger for when she knew who this person was, but being as he was dressed in the Scores security uniform, she could hedge a fairly solid bet that Silas did not give him permission to be in here.

[Silas Rosier]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_bg.png,true][atrb=valign,top]	[rs=2][bg=ffffff][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_mainbg.png][atrb=style,background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;]   Wow, this was arse-kissing to a whole new level. Silas was no stranger to it, but he’d never been called a genius for pointing out you can use magic to turn off an alarm before. Cause, you know, God forbid you can actually use magic for something practical.   By the time Turley started digging through his pockets Silas’s patience was starting to wane. The man was making this difficult and the game was no longer fun. His jaw set in a harder line than before, fingers starting to curl as he kept an intent eye on the man and the junk he’d salvaged from his pockets.   Lucky for Turley, he was saved from any more of Silas’s questioning by the sudden appearance of a new arrival. At the sound of footsteps Silas’s hand was back on his wand, attention darting to the door with the speed of a startled animal. His caution proved unnecessary when it was only Jac who walked through the door.   At once Silas became privy to the odd sensation of simultaneously calming down and tensing up. On the plus side, Jac was there. That didn’t really need explaining; she had a tendency to make situations better just by being present. Thankfully he couldn’t see the starry-eyed look that crossed over his face when Jac walked in or he may have considered suicide. The trouble was she was now near Turley and he could feel an overriding protective instinct flare up. The blond had been going through her office for a reason and until he knew what it was, he didn’t particularly want either of them near each other.   There was a terse pause for a moment while Jac surveyed the invader. “Who are you?” she asked, wearing an expression similar to the one Silas had worn when he first found Turley rooting through her paperwork.   “Good question,” Silas butted in, answering before the other man could open his mouth, which was rather a feat considering the speed of Turley’s mouth. He settled for straightening up, trying to look taller and project an air of control over the situation. “Christopher Turley. I found him looking around the records. He says his payment information wasn’t filled in, but I figured how could that be right; you’re always on top of that.”	[atrb=valign,top]
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