Movies with Popcorn (Hadrian)

[mooka]

Today was rather annoying; nothing seemed to be going his way. Edison had woken up to a sun light glaring down at him like an angry man which only made him realize how bad his hangover was and to see what a mess his office was. He groaned loudly and dragged himself upright from under the desk which he had seemed to crawl under. He hissed as he head hit the wood and sent him spinning back to the ground again.

The next time he managed to gather himself enough to stand upright before the word spun again. He clutched on to the corner of the desk and allowed his head to clear before stumbling over to the bathroom to get cleaned up. He gripped the side of the sink and looked at himself in the mirror with hazy eyes. God he looked like crap. Dark circles hung under his just as dark set eyes and his skin was a pale yellow, which reminded Edison to quickly empty his stomach.

After a quick shower and a shave he at least looked better if anything else. His headache was pounding with each footstep he took, but luckily there was nothing left in his stomach to throw up anymore. However, he had to work today so the pain would have to be pushed into the back of his mind, it was his fault anyways.

Edison sighed at his own stupidity and decided to find his phone amongst the wreckage of things. It wasn’t terribly bad, there were just books and papers scattered everywhere, and probably a week’s worth of fast food containers everywhere, yeah that was kinda gross. He picked up some pieces of trash and piled them by the door and stacked some of the papers in neat pills on the desk. He managed to find his phone in a pile of ramen noodles. “Fantastic.”

It managed to survive the catastrophe and he found out where he was meeting a client for my money, which he wasn’t looking forward to. This guy was a sleazy drug addict who had wanted his help to gain some territory for him. At first he didn’t want to accept but he had pressured him with an extremely large amount of money.

It had been a rather annoying task. First he had to go find a group of trained fighters who were stubborn and he had to fork over lots of money. Then we went and just ‘negotiated’ with the local drug dealers and people like that without hardly any fighting. So he had just wasted money on nothing. The only thing Edison was looking forward to was getting some cash to waste on whatever he felt like.

They were meeting up around eight at night around the downtown area, blah blah whatever. He rocked on my heels impatiently for the guy, who of course, was horribly late. Edison scowled as he finally showed his slimly face. He slinked over to him from back street alley like he had just committed a crime, which he wouldn’t put past the man. “Where’s money?”

He stiffened and shuffled his feet. “Well I don’t have it.” And then that filthy snake ran away! Did he think he could just get away from him like that without paying? Not in his life!

Edison sprinted after the guy, pushing through the crowds of people as he tried to keep his sight on his head. He man tried to outsmart him and ducked into a store, a Blockbuster. Edison couldn’t help but grin at the man’s stupidly. He slowed to a walk and strolled inside the store, frowning as it beeped to welcome him. He scanned the aisles, looking for the right person and just caught his back ducking behind a set of movies.

Edison cracked his knuckles before quietly making his way over to the man, and catching him by surprise. HE grabbed the front of his shirt and pushed him against one of the movie lined walls before swinging a fist into the man’s face, which he had to admit hurt a little bit. “What the hell! You don’t have my money?”

(I hope that was alright, I couldn’t think of many ways to make a visit to a move store exciting. Haha sorry. ))

[Hadrian Brenna]

[glow=red,2,300]

Hello, hello, are you listening?
Hello, hello, are you there?
You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere
You are, you are, you are part of this
I know you think you're much more
You better think again
Because you're one defenceless animal

[/glow]

Just another day, just another dollar at Blockbuster Video.

If someone were to approach him today and say that it was possible for time to stop, Hadrian would have been totally and completely convinced. It seemed that everything was taking too long today. He'd had trouble waking up, getting out of bed, getting into the shower, getting out of the shower, waiting for the kettle to warm up, pouring the coffee, drinking it, getting on his Harley to go to work etcetera after boring etcetera.

Sure Hadrian didnt need to come in till about 1pm but hey, he hadn't gotten to bed till late... or early whatever you want to call it and he was technically a twenty three year old "human". Most 23 year olds were out that late most every night. By this time of the evening the day was winding down and as most of the citizens of the city were getting ready to call it a day and head home Hadrian was stuck here.

He'd heard people say that if you had a crappy job, the pay was good and if you loved your job it was crummy pay. Hadrain dissagreed. Or at least thought that his case was special cause he had a crummy job, and the pay was still shit. It wasn't hard to get the job either, which was one of the reason's Hadrain took it in the first place. He didn't have to show a resume when he applied. He'd never had a resume, or knew what one was to begin with! Which was conveniant.

Hadrian hovered behind the counter of the store, tapping his three fingered hands ontop of the counter as one of his own CD's played throughout the store; "Wake Up" by the Living End. Being the Store Manager now, he could play what he wanted, especially when he was the only staff on call, apart from a nerdy looking little tween that had been hired to alphabetise the DVD's on the shelves.

Usually Hadrian wasn't overly concerned about his finger's. He'd keep them pocketed or hidden under long-sleeve shirt's or gloves with the pinky filled with cotton or something to give the illusion of four fingers but whilst at work he became rather paranoid, wearing long-sleeves a size or two too large for him, so that they covered his hands completely. They often swamped his already very lithe frame, but at least his unique trait was well hidden. So today Hadrian was clad in a black long-sleeve with the words "pause, play, rewind" on the front. Seemed a little humorous, considering where he worked. DVD's. Geddit? Heh heh heh... yeah, not that funny.


The noise that rang throughout the store as somebody walked in was normal to his ears now. Just another customer. Just another customer in a hurry it seemed. He wandered down the counter to get a better look at the guy, who looked as if he really was in a hurry. Second's later, another figure walked into the store, less quickly than the other, but Hadrian could tell from the way the guy carried himself that his walk was just as urgent as the last guy's.

Hadrian ducked his head as the guy entered, pretending to act busy cleaning a CD as he watched from the curtain of messy brown hair around his face as the younger guy scanned the isle's looking for the other guy, who had slipped from view, apparently keen on playing a little hide-n-seek.


Hadrian would have been quite intent on just watching for a moment if it werent for the sound of something large being slammed against one of the shelves, sending a dozen DVD's crashing to the floor. The little greasy teen shouted, more in shock then fear, and several other customer's cried out; including a young toddler as Hadrian jumped over the counter, striding towards the disturbance. "Hey! HEY!" He yelled sharply, raising his hands to scruff each guy by the front of their shirt's. "Cut it out! Right now! If you have a beef with each other, you take it OUTSIDE the store. Goddit?!"

Where the hell did these two get the nerve to just go ahead bring a fight into a store anyway? Wasnt this shit best left for taverns and clubs anyway? The thought made Hadrian's blood boil. Figuratively speaking of course, Hadrian had learnt blood didn't really boil. His never has anyway. It was a term that people had made up long ago to describe anger, or frustration. Anger was not an emotion that Hadrain was usually familiar with. He rarely lost his temper and always felt bad for it afterwards. Getting crabby wasn't usually in his nature. But he had good reason too this time, wouldnt you agree? Yes.

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++ NOTES xx I like this! It's exciting! x
++ TAGS xx Hadrian // Edison

[mooka]

What a day this was turning out to be. He hadn’t expected anyone to stop him from pulverizing this guy, but someone had. He was in a store after all, but Edison was caught up in the moment and had nothing set in his mind expect beating the money out of the slimy rat in front of him. People shouting was all just a drone in his ears and nothing separated himself from his goal until a hand was placed on his chest and pushed him back away from the other guy.

Edison’s eye glazed over in anger as he looked down at the hand on his shirt before they traveled up to see who the three fingered hand belonged to. He looked over the guy for a minute to try and see what he was up against. He seemed like the type of person he’d expect to be working at a place like this. Not because he was a skater looking guy, but because he was so young, even though they could easily be the same age. He looked like the type of guy who was working his way through college while hoping his skating career would go through. But you never knew people’s real situations, but Edison wasn’t one to stick around long enough to find that out.

The rat seemed like this was a good time to try and book it. He tried to slip under the guy’s arm and around the other way, but Edison began to circle the manager to stop him from running. But the guy was as slippery as an eel and ducked between both of our legs then headed for the door. He was caught behind the manager and gave him a quick shove before running after the guy as he made it out the door. He followed him out into the cool night air, but he seemed lost in the crowd.

Edison groaned loudly and grasped his hair tightly, running his hands down his face. After all the trouble he had gone through for that guy he was gone. He could be anywhere by now in the busy nightlife that was only going to grow as the night went on. He stood there awhile in defeat, staring at the crowd while he tried to make up his mind on what to do next. Of course he would go track down that guy, but at the moment he was too pissed off to concentrate and find a lead. But his anger turned back, unrightfully, to the store manager. Edison always got out of control with his temper, and when he did he never thought clearly; especially not today.

He clenched his hands into fists and turned back to walk inside the store, the familiar chiming noise. He looked for the manager again and scowled at the guy. “You fucking bastard!” At the moment he didn’t care if the guy called the cops or tried to sue him or anything else of the sorts.

“I know this is your store and everything, but you couldn’t just let e finish with him? I would have fixed all your precious DVD’s, paid for whatever I broke. But now.” He chuckled. “But now you have caused so much more problems for both me and yourself. Do you have 100,000 dollars you can give me? I don’t think so.”

[Hadrian Brenna]

[glow=red,2,300]

Hello, hello, are you listening?
Hello, hello, are you there?
You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere
You are, you are, you are part of this
I know you think you're much more
You better think again
Because you're one defenceless animal

[/glow]

Hadrian had thought that he had a firm grasp on both these idiot's shirt's, but his grip had been clumsy, and he felt the fabric slip right through his fingers. Of course it didn't help that they were wiggling like hell. It would have been better if he had a few extra arms (why, oh why hadn't evolution on his planet been in his favor and granted him a few extra apendages?) What a bullshit night this was going to be!

The weasle of a sneak who'd decided to hide in the store first began to try and slip under his arm, twisting it backward's in a painful angle. Which would have been fine if he'd been able to have a spare hand to grab the guy, and if the other decided to seize the window of oppertunity and twist his other arm, causing his finger's to unhook themselves from the weasley guy painfully. Then of course it didn't help that the other one, who'd twisted himself around so that he was behind Hadrian now, hooked him in the rib's near his back, hard, subsequently shoving him into the DVD's, and sending more crashing onto the carpeting.

"Agh, God damn it!" Hadrian lifted a hand towards his face, sniffing as he wiped his nose with a thumb, pulling it away to inspect the damage (luckily no body fluid's) and letting out an exasperated sigh through his nostrils as he glared angrily toward's the door. It was then he remembered that there were other people in the room.

Lowering his arm so that the sleeve fell down again, he looked around, ignoring the jabbing in his rib as he addressed the weasley little employee who looked as if he was about to piss his pants. "Martin, clean this up please. Everyone," He looked at the scared, and confused patron's of the store, "I'm very sorry about this... I can't make up for it, but I'd be more than willing to give you DVD's, and any confectionary you want for free tonight."
It was a poor way to try and make up for what had happened, but better than no offer at all. Word got out quickly. Soon there would be no customer's at all. But at least he can say he tried right? And if he ever saw those shithead's again he wanted to ring their necks!

Of course he didnt expect to see one of them so soon. The bell over the doorframe chimed again and there he was; the guy who started this whole mess. Only this time Hadrian found himself confronted with the irrational anger, instead of the other idiot.

"You!" He lowered his voice so it was more of a raspy whisper, trying not to raise his voice again. His normally unusual accent growing stronger and more pronounced. "It's because this is not my store, and I'm just the manager I dont want to get fired so unless you want to pay my week's wage tonight as well as spend the night in a cage, then you'll follow me right now!" He pointed toward's a "Staff Only" door. "We aren't doing this out here. MARTIN! Dont start crying. Just sort out the DVD's you're over exxadurating."

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++ NOTES xx A little hastily thrown together, but I hope it gives ya a lil muse!
++ TAGS xx Hadrian // Edison

[mooka]

Edison scowled at the guy as he didn’t act the way he had expected. Usually when he yelled at someone one, they would yell back, or two, they would run away. The first option always made his day better, it gave him a challenge and something to do that wasn’t as wasteful as his other choices. But the second option made him feel more powerful, no maybe influential, and it also cut time away from his daily amount of exercise.

He was expecting this guy to do one of the two, but of course he did neither of the options. He quietly, nearly politely, but Edison could tell he was pissed, asked him to ‘talk’ in the staff room. He narrowed his eyes at the guy’s vague threat. “I probably have more money than that in my sock drawer, and jail doesn’t fucking scare me, but nice try.” If he had time to think he wouldn’t like to go to jail. He had people

Yet he was curious what this guy intended on talking to him about, probably just some talk about who the hell he thought he was and blah blah. Maybe he wanted to start a fight, which he doubted, but it was still a possibility. But at the moment Edison was ready to do anything that would take his mind off the rat that was slinking about the city. Tomorrow would be a different story, but today was today and he was still pissed.

“Fine sir.” He stressed the word before turning from the guy and storming off into the room he hand pointed too, pushing open the door much harder than necessary. What? He was a drama queen. He didn’t care that they would be alone. If things got out of hand the manager would be the only witness to what he was, which he didn’t like to share with people.

Edison turned around and faced the man once the door shut. “Okay kid what do you want to fucking settle with all of this? You made me lose my money for the week! Do you know how hard I had to work to get that? Well I wouldn’t expect you to you filthy creep, you wouldn’t know anything about business if it bit you in the ass.” He wasn’t normally this mean; well he didn’t normally make fun of people. He was always mean in a psychopathic way, but not in a high school bully way.

(Oh my I’m so sorry its soo short. Dx I couldn’t think of what else to add!)

[Hadrian Brenna]

[glow=red,2,300]

Hello, hello, are you listening?
Hello, hello, are you there?
You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere
You are, you are, you are part of this
I know you think you're much more
You better think again
Because you're one defenceless animal

[/glow]

“Fine sir.” The second the word's left the guy's mouth, Hadrian's nostril's flared and the corner of his mouth rose into a sneer. Thrusting his arm toward's the Staff room again, he stormed over, and swung the door shut behind him. It was a small room, fitted with a desk, wheelie chair a few drawer's, television screen with security survelance and a steel cabinet filled mostly with pen's, paper, and a safe. Of course both the cabinet and the safe were locked.

"Calm... the fuck... down." Hadrian spoke through clenched teeth, staring dagger's at the other man. "Where do you get off calling me a filthy creep?" He thrust a sleeved hand toward's him, pointing hard, "you're the one who walked into this store, made a fucking scene, scared half a dozen people and have the nerve to yell at me over it all! Screw you!" Hadrian had never had high tolerance for people like this; anyone who'd act, or behave in anyway annoying, or hostile toward's him. It made it hard for him to play nice with other's sometimes and quick to snap.

"You want to get that guy who ripped you off? Go get him! Dont stand here acusing me of not knowing anything about business when $100,000 is running down the street." Hadrian hadn't been this mad for a while. Probably because he hadn't had a reason too until now. He swore, not in English this time, but in his own language. "Fucking money," He muttered, hooking his finger's around the back of his neck, swaying his torso so that he faced one of the walls, before swinging it back to face the guy. "That's all you people think about! Why? Seriously, I would love to know!"

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++ NOTES xx It's fine! Mine's a little short too, oops! Hope it gives you a little something though. I put that Hadrian swore in his own language cause I'm not making up an entire Alien vocabulary for the sake of one native swear word =P
++ TAGS xx Hadrian // Edison

[mooka]

“Don’t tell me what to fucking do.” He snorted; he wasn’t raising his voice any more. What was the point when they were alone? Like I said before, he was a drama queen, and acted for an audience. Edison had actually been in drama when he was in high school. At the time he was deathly quiet and he found security in it. But he hadn’t done that for very long, all good things had tremendous horrible endings. His ending was being humiliated on stage, but that’s a different story for a different day.

“And I can call you whatever I please, and you can do the same to me, I honestly don’t care.” He sniffed and crossed his arms as he looked around the small office idly, trying to keep the best blank expression on his face as possible.

“And I’m not to blame for that.” He snapped back. “I wouldn’t have come in here or any other store if it wasn’t for the creep. And I scare people on a daily basis, I’ll just add them to my count, how many people do you thin there were exactly?” Edison rolled his eyes, his words soaked in sarcasm, not wanting to listen to the guy insult him, but he deserved and he knew that. But like any other person, he still hated it.

“Well at the moment he could be anywhere in this city! In a dumpster behind this store or hiding in the sewage, he could be almost anywhere! It going to take me days to track down his sorry ass, but when I find him,” he shook a finger in Hadrian’s direction. “I’ll give him a good one just from you. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”

He rolled his eyes as he made a comment about money. Normally he wouldn’t care about the money, he just liked to do things that got him close to humans, and paranormals some times, and see how they reacted in different situations. But he was pissed at the guy, he didn’t need the money, far from it, but he didn’t go around wasting it on crap. No, he gave most of it to random people on the street, money was just green paper. “People like money because it fills the void in them that is either corrupted or based on some abuse they’ve had. That’s not the case for me; I’m just a psychopath and like to see fear in people.” He shrugged like all of this was nothing. To him it was normal and he wasn’t planning on changing his attitude anytime soon.

Edison’s eyes widened as he remembered the guy only had three fingers. He was curious, and got distracted easily. “That’s cool.” He pointed to his hand, acting like they had never been fighting. “Three fingers isn’t a very common occurrence, you a fairy or something…” he squinted and didn’t see a nametag on his shit. “Name please? I’m Edison by the way.” He stuck out a hand to the man.

[Hadrian Brenna]

[glow=red,2,300]

Hello, hello, are you listening?
Hello, hello, are you there?
You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere
You are, you are, you are part of this
I know you think you're much more
You better think again
Because you're one defenceless animal

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Hadrian exhaled loudly, letting his arms fall and cross over his chest. His lips thinned into a line and he lowered his eyes, glaring at the human man in an appraising way before he gave a quick and firm nod in agreement. "You have a point." At least he was "man" enough to admit it. Why should he care what this guy said, or thought. He didn't. Chances were he'd never see this guy again. One could hope anyway.

"Are you sure that's why all people like money or are you just speaking for yourself?" He asked dryly. Personally he used the money to pay rent, buy food-stuffs; mostly thing's he couldn't taste, or anything sugary. Earth food's had never really mixed well with his stomach. One of the very few food's that he did enjoy was canteloupe. Odd yes. But he was a fussy eater.

His eyes widened and he stared at the human warily as the guy pointed out Hadrian's hands, causing him to rub his finger's together. "A fairy? Really." He couldn't help but allow an amused smile play over his lips. "You aren't serious are you... Edison?" He blanked a little at the request of a name. "Call me... Hade. For the record, yeah they're different but I'd appreciate it if you didn't go around telling everyone I dont have an extra digit on each hand like you do... business might get slower. I got a feeling after this fiasco it wont be long before I have to look for another job." He added with a slightly bitter tone. "Here, how about this. You dont rat on my finger's, I wont call the authorities." He extended his own hand now, palm extended to accept the handshake.

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++ NOTES xx Soooo sorry it's so short, it's pretty late here and I haven't thought of good plot ideas yet. You got any ideas? Maybe the guy that Edison was chasing calls the police or something?
++ TAGS xx Hadrian // Edison

[mooka]

Edison smiled more genuinely this time as Hade seemed to follow his attitude and calmed down as well. He was already beginning to like this guy; he had a fiery personality which always made everything interesting. He reminded him of someone, who was it…Tara! He seemed very hard on the outside but he knew that there was probably a softer side to the man somewhere.

He laughed loudly as he was asked that almost ridiculous question; well to him it was funny. “No, that’s just my reason. Other people love money because they can buy whatever they want. ” His lips curled into a tight smile, glad that he still could convince people that lies were true, he had thought he was loosing his charm. Hadrian was making him feel much happier which was odd, and he probably wasn’t even trying to!

A fairy, right. No one was that idiotic to think he was a fairy! “No, I’m not being serious at all, but I had no idea so I made a guess.” Edison frowned as he wanted him not to say anything in fear of loosing his job. This wasn’t the best job in the world, but maybe he couldn’t get one anywhere else, who knew, maybe he actually like it here! He grinned and moved over to Hadrian as he started to make a deal with him. “Sounds fine to me.” He didn’t really care about telling anyone about this guy’s missing fingers, could that really affect him getting a job? Then the store owner must be very against paranormals.

“Hm let me see something.” Without waiting for a response Edison grabbed Hadrian’s wrist and held up his hand, examining it carefully with a delighted expression on his face. He brought up his own other hand close to Hadrian’s and winced slightly as he made two of his fingers disappear and tried to move it, but the digits wouldn’t budge. He scowled and let go of his grip as he shook his hand to make the fingers come back again. “Damn it,” he muttered, feeling a bit irritated at himself for not being able to do that when he could easily change his whole body. But like all things, it would take time to master. “Well I’ll leave now, so you don’t get fired.”

Edison nodded to him as a farewell and opened the door, but quickly shut it and turned around with huge eyes. “Fuck!” He opened the door quietly and looked out again to confirm what his eyes had seen. There were about four cops out there, interviewing people and asking about him, great! He was pretty sure that the teenager who was working had called the cops, but then he spotted the weasel slinking about before they made eye contact. Edison squeaked and shut the door, facing Hadrian. “Please you have to help me! I can’t go to jail; I’ll be locked up forever.”

Edison began to look around the room for another form of escaping, but there were no other exits. “Fuck, what am I going to do…?” He looked back at Hadrian and gripped his shoulders tightly. “You can get me out of here; I’’ shift into something small and then you can smuggle me out! Please I’ll get you whatever you want I promise!”

He was putting his life into the hands of this stranger, hoping he could trust him or just bribe him enough to get him out of here. Edison sat on the ground and closed his eyes muttering curses under his breathe before his body vanished into a cloud of black smoke and left a small white mouse in his place. It squeaked at the other man desperately.

[Hadrian Brenna]

[glow=red,2,300]

Hello, hello, are you listening?
Hello, hello, are you there?
You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere
You are, you are, you are part of this
I know you think you're much more
You better think again
Because you're one defenceless animal

[/glow]

Hadrian gave a small, firm nod as he shook hand's with Edison. It felt good to be able to put a name to his face. Truth be told Hadrian had a hard time understanding the fellow's way of thinking. Edison didn't seem to know how to "play nice" with other people for sure, and Hadrian wasn't sure what to make of his lava lamp personality. Regardless, Hadrian felt his heartbeat begin to slow down to a more normal pace as the adrennalin of the confrontation wore off.

He was surprised to feel Edison's finger's wrap around his wrist as his arm was held vertically, but allowed it as Edison placed his own hand over his, thinking briefly one) what about personal bubbles, and two) how strange it looked to see his own hand held up against another with four fingers. Really what was the fourth finger for? It was completely unnesisary to have it.

He watched closely as a small black cloud swirled around their hand's and Edison's pinky finger began to shrink into his palm, until his finger's matched Hadrian's. There seemed to be a little trouble though, as Edison soon pulled a sour face and shook his hand's as if something hadn't gone to plan. "Wow." Hadrian couldn't come up with a better statement. He wasn't used to meeting other paranormals. Edison would be the second that he knew of after Tara. It was quite possible that he'd met other paranormal's before, but it wasn't as if they advertised themselves either. He might've met many. But Tara, and now Edison could be added to his list, were the first he'd gotten properly aquainted with.

There was talk of leaving, but as Edison went to take his leave Hadrian heard the door slam behind him, spinning around in confusion to see Edison re-opening the door, only slightly ajar before closing it as gently as he could. Hadrian hadn't seen what Edison had, but he could have a pretty accurate guess what was out there. "Forever's a little overexadurated isnt it?" He pulled a strange face, while Edison paced the room as if trying to find an escape route. Then for some reason he suggested that he get the guy out of here. Whaaaaaaaat? Why do him any favors? He'd caused nothing but trouble for Hadrian since he met. Apart from the fact that they were both paranormal, what other reason did Hadrian have to help. "How am I supposed to do that?" He protested, while Edison didn't give him much choice, and shrank... smaller, and smaller, growing fur, clothes shrinking, swirling in a small vortex of ebony cloud. "Everyone know's your in here! You're an idiot!"

But Edison wasn't quite Edison anymore. He was a small white mouse. Hadrian's mouth thinned into a line and his brow's lowered. "You can change into a mouse, but you cant shrink your fingers." His voice laced with irony. He could hear noises growing outside and knew he was running out of time, his suspition's confirming when he heard a knock of the Staff Room door. Now he was panicking. "Your an ass." Hadrian whispered to the mouse, knelt, and put his hand close to the ground so that he could scoop it into his hand and place it on his shoulder, hidden behind his mess of brown hair. He walked toward's the desk now, grabbing the chair, he tottered slightly as he stepped up on it and climbed onto the table. He was lucky enough there was no video camera in the Staff Room, because this would never work.

The mesh netting of the window came off easily, and Hadrian was able to push the glass open so that a fresh, and cold wind blew through the opening, causing Hadrian's third eye-lid's to slide across as small flecks of snow danced through his hair, and kissed his skin. He quickly measured the length and width of it, making sure that it was plausible that a person could squeaze through. "You had better be serious about offering me a favor Edison, because I wont have any trouble finding a nice hungry cat who'd appreciate a little rodent snack if I find out that you're not." Hadrian climbed off the table, his heart racing as he heard another knock at the door. "Mister Brenna, this is D.I. Ruiz. It is my understanding that you have a man in there we'd like to question. I'd like to have a few word's." The muffled voice came through the door.

Hadrian had to make sure that his alibi added up. He looked around, eyes landing on some staplers. Best way to get it to look convincing was to set up the scene as if Edison had attacked him, and fled. There were no witnesses in here. Why wouldn't it seem believeable? Grabbing the blunt end of it, he lifted it into the air and -- WHACK! Hadrian dropped the stapler, gripping at the top of his forhead with one hand as he steadied himself with the other. If his skin wasn;t already so pale, Hadrian was sure he'd look paper-white if he were human. But lucky for him his race had a lot of difficulty tanning, even blushing. Their skin always varied in different shades of pale, nothing else.

There was a crunch of wood and a loud bang as the Staff Room door was kicked down and Hadrian was confronted with four police officers. The one who'd kicked the door down looked like he was the one in charge; Ruiz, was it? "What happened?" The D.I. asked, walking across the room. The other three searched the room quickly, each saying a short, "clear", convinced the room was safe. "He hit me over the head." Hadrian mumbed, practically feeling the inevitable lump on his head grow underneith his finger's (which he'd squickly slipped back underneath his long-sleeve jumper again). It was harder than he thought to fabricate a lie on the spot, especially when his head was throbbing as if a Warner Brothers character had just hit him over the head with a rolling-pin. "I fell... n-he climbed out the window."

"Sit down a moment," The D.I instructed. Hadrian obliged, turning the seat so that he could sink into it, putting his elbow's on the table while he explained. "Now tell me what did he hit you with?" Hadrian went on to explain that he'd taken the guy - he didn't give a name, said he didnt know - to the Staff Room to calm him down. That much was true. The guy then went bezerk and grabbed the stapler, tossing it at Hadrian, throwing him into a daze. Before he climbed out the small window over the desk to escape. Seemed solid enough.

"If you dont mind, I'd like to close shop for the night. I dont feel fit to work for another four fours... and the junior staff my boss hired is pretty useless as it is, he cant handle anything on his own." Hadrian said shortly after he'd finished explaining. The policemen agreed, and followed him out into the store. By this time everyone had left and Martin was left behind the counter. "Go home Martin. You remember how to close up." After the policemen were done, he'd bid them a short goodbye before stepping out into the crisp, frigid night himself, and began to walk toward's the parking lot around the side of the store, toward's where his Harley was parked.

"You're still there right?" Small puff's of cloudy air expelling from Hadrian's mouth while he spoke. Hadrian wrapped his arm's tightly around his torso, only half aware that he was digging his finger's into his ribcage as he walked. "We'll go back to my apartment. It'll be warm there."

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++ NOTES xx Hope this gives a little something to work with!
++ TAGS xx Hadrian // Edison