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The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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Whoopsie, working on a post now! ^^

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Harry Walsh

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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Picking up his knife and fork, Harry turned his head as he heard Aziza speak and saw her lean closer. Shifting his head closer, he smiled and was unable to stifle a soft chuckle at her question. Glancing back over toward the buffet as he smiled and nodded. Turning back, he glanced over to Haakon and Josephine, realizing that his entry had also perhaps interrupted something. Of course, that only became more clear as Josephine and Haakon spoke up themselves. He raised an eyebrow as he listened to the two, and as Haakon spoke and moved to stand the old soldier had to stop himself from snapping back, not wanting to add any more venom to the table or perhaps make Aziza any more uncomfortable.

Clearing his throat, he pushed what had been said to the back of his mind and turned his gaze back over to Aziza, setting a hand atop hers. "Of course, come, I'll show you what's there so you can find something you'll like." In truth, he merely figured it would be best to slip Aziza away from the table long enough to let different conversation spread, so as to stop more awkwardness permeating. As he stood, he saw the Major approach, stiffening up somewhat as his legs moved together. He had to stop himself short before he saluted, his muscles following through with the ritual as if he were still in the military. Instead, he offered an awkward smile and merely hoped his slight oddity had been unnoticed. "Good morning, Lord-Major." Harry greeted him politely as he kept his gentle hold upon Aziza's hand, ready to guide her back over to the buffet if she wished.

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William Drake

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Location: Egyptian Museum -> Qasr El Nil Barracks

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Pacing idly, William waited the few minutes for the doorman to come and let him into the museum, giving the man a gentle nod as he moved inside and cleared his throat. He moved to immediately head off and down the hall toward Vera's office when he heard the man's voice, she was not in. He paused, turning his gaze back toward the man with a look that suggested he'd claimed the sky was falling. He had been in Cairo long enough and indeed known Vera long enough to know very well that this was certainly unlike her. He had perhaps wondered if she ever actually left the museum, to hear that she was not in and the startling late time of nine o'clock in the morning? It created an odd, twisting feeling in his stomach. Worry, intense worry. And he did not know why.

The doorman's continued comments did not help the feeling, especially as he suggested that perhaps one of the people killed the evening before could have been Vera, he was about to open his mouth to speak when he heard the familiar voice of the curator as well. Turning to face the man, he raised an eyebrow as he approached, listening to him as he spoke. He appreciated at the very least the Curator's effort to dispel the possibility of Vera being injured, or worse, but he still found that odd pit in his stomach remained, he figured it would until he had confirmation of her well-being. He nodded at the man's suggestion, checking in with Keystone would be a good idea, he had only encountered the man properly the night before, but he seemed a decent fellow, and if anyone, he would know where Vera was. "Of course, I'll head there now." He gave a nod toward the curator again and shifted back past the doorman, hurrying out of the museum and onto the street.

He walked at a brisk pace, hurrying through the streets toward the barracks, as quickly as he could without seeming too concerned or suspicious. When he reached the base however, he was slightly out of breath, not bothering to take a moment as he approached the guard post by the entry, clearing his throat. "Good morning, I'm looking for the uh..." He paused for a moment, attempting to recall the man's rank. "Major, that's the one. Major Keystone?"

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I'll have a post up soon.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Frankly I'm beyond astonished that Liam still lives, lol.

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@retropc

That sounds great dude, hit me up and we can work out the details! :)

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@FantasyChic

I meant to slip her name into the post but I must have forgotten to, whoops!

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Harry Walsh

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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Sighing as he continued to stare out of the open window, it wasn't too long before Harry heard a number of footsteps outside his door. Putting out his cigarette, he went toward the door in order to greet whoever was awake, but sighed as he passed the tobacco sitting on the bedside table yet again. The first cigarette had not quite done its job in relieving his stress, and he found himself rolling another, taking a few moments to do so as he slid it comfortably between his lips and lit it, ensuring he was comfortably dressed as he smoked it before moving out into the hallway. By then most of the others had moved off to breakfast, however Harry gave a curt nod to the guard who directed him along.

Moving down to the officers area, he glanced around idly at who was there, letting his gaze rest upon Aziza as he spotted her. Giving her a distant smile, he continued to puff gently on his cigarette as he moved to retrieve some breakfast, taking some tea along with the heartiest plate of food he could gather, at that moment he needed some proper food. Finishing off his cigarette, he stuffed it out in an ash-tray as he passed it, moving over toward Aziza and Haakon whom he could see speaking to her. "Good morning." He gave everyone a simple greeting, nodding his head curtly toward them all as he moved to take a seat at Aziza's side.

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William Drake

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Location: Qasr El Nil District - National Hotel -> Egyptian Museum

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It wasn't long into William's unexpectedly early morning research that he found he was going in circles. Letting out an irritated sigh, he looked to the time and figured that Vera would ideally be at the Museum by now. Taking a few moments to dress himself and gather his notes and daily goods, he set out, without breakfast, into the street. Oblivious to most of the goings-on of the night before, William paid little attention to the news of the escaped convict, only really taking in enough to get the general gist, rather than any possible mention of the group who had been quite closely involved.

Eventually coming to the Museum, he sighed as he moved up toward the doors. He knew it was not technically open to the public, not yet anyway, but he'd come and gone at odd hours since he arrived, and figured his work carried at least enough sway among those there to be considered more than just 'the public' - if the curator wouldn't let him in alone, he was sure he could send for Vera anyway. And so he knocked firmly upon the doors, waiting for the clerk or whomever might've been there within earshot to come and ideally let him inside.

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Working on a post now. ^^

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Liam Matthews

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Location: ???
Interacting With: The Cloaked Figure, The Nerd @Morose

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As the stapler did nothing, Liam let out something of a frustrated sigh as his shoulders went slack for a moment. "Can't I just get one brea-" He was cut off of course as he was flung across the room, groaning in pain as his head slammed against the wall and he coughed, the breath knocked out of him for a moment as he tried to push himself off the wall, only to feel those chains begin to wrap around him as he turned to face the nerd again, groaning as he was trapped there against the wall. Coughing a little as he recovered his breath, he groaned and rolled his eyes as the nerd continued speaking up. "Oh, please, monologue away." He groaned.

In reality, Liam hoped that the nerd would begin monologuing for as long as possible, an hour, two, ten, if he knew anything from movies, he knew that the longer the villain monologued, the more time he had to find some statistically improbably way of escape. As he remained trapped in the chains, he shifted his arms and hands idly, attempting to reach whatever he could in his jacket or pockets, and in the softest whisper he could utter, he began to do something he had only done once before in his life. He prayed. Well, it was less of a proper prayer, more of a desperate call for help from the big man upstairs. "If you're up there, you help get me out of this and i'll stop drinking, I swear."

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Slight change of plan as I got home much later than expected, I'll be posting first thing in the morning!