Post by demigod on Mar 2, 2005 21:37:36 GMT 1
Part 1
The taxi pulled up outside of The Grange Bed and Breakfast and out stepped a fairly tall man of about the 6 foot 5 range. He was very pale in his complexion, almost too pale, and had medium length brown hair which was greying on the sides and back a little, his face was typically the face of a 36 year old man, a little well worn should we say. He wore just ordinary clothes and had a sports jacket on. He paid the driver and then walked steadily up to the B and B with suitcase in hand. He entered the old house and was greeted by Terry Woods.
Terry:
You must be Professor Jones I presume?
Howard:
Oh no, please, call me Howard. Out here I am on holiday, I am Howard.
Terry:
Right, no problem, if you could just sign in for us, then I’ll show you to your room.
Howard:
Thank-you Mr Woods, it has been a long day I can really appreciate a sit down and a rest I tell you.
Terry:
Call me Terry Howard, no point in us having these airs and graces is there?
Howard:
No not especially.
Howard walked forward and signed the book as instructed by Terry. Terry then showed him to his room. Howard was warmed by the sight of the room, it was cosy and nice, and just generally had a good environment.
Terry:
So are you staying long?
Howard:
I am thinking about it, thank-you very much for your time Terry. I feel we shall be right at home here.
Terry:
We? Is someone else joining you?
Howard:
No.
Terry:
You said ‘we’.
Howard:
Oh, just a figure of speech Terry. I am just wore out from the trip that’s all.
Terry smiled and left the room, Howard stared ominously at the mirror engrossed in his own reflection somewhat.
***
Jimmy and Sadie were in the woolpack, as usual Jimmy had a very long face on, totally wrapped up in his thoughts with regard to the Charity situation.
Sadie:
What exactly is wrong with you Jimmy, you have had a face like a smacked bottom for a while now. I thought we agreed to work through it?
Jimmy:
Its nothin’ I just got a lot on my mind now. We lost everything Sadie, I don’t know how you can be so calm.
Sadie:
I am sure whatever it is will sort itself out, at least we still have each other and that is all that matters.
Jimmy:
You’re right, and I were stupid to what I did and this is all my fault. Do you fancy going out for dinner tonight, I could use the distraction honest I could.
Sadie:
Can’t tonight, I am meeting with a client, contacts Jimmy, you can never have enough of them, especially now we are out on backsides.
Jimmy was too depressed to question further, not that it would have made much difference as Sadie was very much preoccupied with her own business that she doubtless would not have paid it much heed.
***
Louise stared from the bar as in walked Professor Howard Jones. He walked up to the blonde barmaid who walked over to him.
Howard:
Hello there, can I have a pint of bitter please and packet of cheese and onion crisps please.
Louise:
Certainly, and who are you may I ask?
Howard:
Howard Jones, Professor Howard Jones.
Louise:
Pleased to meet you, not often we get many top end academics in the bar here, unless of course you count Shadrach Dingle who has a PhD in alcohol studies.
Louise laughed and so did Howard, Sadie stared at the man in confusion, she edged closer to him but stopped in her tracks before backing off and returning to Jimmy. Louise handed Howard his items.
Howard:
Thanks. Nice little pub this.
Louise:
I see you have good taste too as well as a good brain, I am the co-landlady. If you don’t mind me asking what are you a professor of?
Howard:
Chemistry. Interesting subject, but most of my students only want to create stinkbombs.
Again both laughed in unison at their light hearted exchanges.
***
Laurel and Ashley were both sitting in the church together as the day was pressing on huddled together talking, Ashley had his arms around Laurel and she snuggled up to him.
Laurel:
I understand your decision, and I am willing to wait, believe that Ashley, and you can take it to the bank I am yours now and forever.
Ashley:
I just wish that Bishop George would give us our blessing so we can make this marriage happen. I just don’t want to lose you.
Laurel:
And you won’t! I am prepared to wait for you and go the distance for you.
Ashley:
This does not make it easy you know. I am not sure if I can do this.
Laurel:
I will support you every step of the way Ashley, I promise.
***
As night fell Sadie King made her way to the cricket pavilion, before her stood a young man quite tall, about 6 foot 5 himself, he was wearing a black leather jacket with a red shirt on, and dark jeans and steel tipped boots he had medium length brown hair. And oddly enough a pair of dark designer sunglasses even though it was dark… Sadie approached him.
Man:
You are late Mrs King.
Sadie:
I was with my husband.
Man:
I know. Spare me the details and lets just skip straight to business shall we. My time here is short I am afraid.
Sadie:
I don’t understand. You look like that Professor who came into the pub earlier, are you…?
Man:
At this precise moment you do not really need to know details such as those, shall we just skip immediately to business?
Sadie:
I never do business with complete strangers.
Man:
My name is Mr Evan Horde.
Sadie:
Much better, now, with regard to Mrs Tate…<br>
Evan:
Not to worry, I shall deal with her very soon, what about my money?
Sadie advanced ever closer to the buff looking young man.
Sadie:
We shall sort that out later.
Evan:
No, we sort it now, or no job.
Sadie:
I don’t like to be bullied…Mr Horde. How do I know you can even do the job.
Evan removed his sunglasses to reveal a pair of eyes underneath, that were not blue, or green or brown, but red, bright red and unmistakable even in the diminished light of a setting sun. Sadie took one step back.
Evan:
Allow me to demonstrate Mrs King.
With a lightening fast reaction Evan snatched Sadie around her neck and at arms length effortlessly lifted her off the floor using a strength he really should not have possessed. Sadie struggled and gasped frantically.
Evan:
As you can see Mrs King, I am more than capable, I could snap your neck like a twig right now, and as tempting as that is to do, I won’t, because then I do not get paid.
Evan then set Sadie back down on the ground and smiled, he returned his sunglasses back to where they were before. Sadie was struggling for air.
Evan:
Now then Mrs King, do we have a deal?
Sadie:
Yes…*gasp*…We have a deal.
Evan:
Excellent! Charity Tate is as good as dead!
***
Len and Jarvis stood in the cold night air, working on Jarvis’ Jaguar, will little success Len wondered if it was even mechanically possible to get the car going.
Len:
This is ridiculous. We are getting nowhere.
Jarvis:
You can give up if y’like, but Im gonna stay with’car and keep at it.
Len:
More like you are gonna freeze out here tonight. Give it a rest man.
Jarvis:
Aye, maybe yr’right, peraps tomorrow we will have a clearer head for it.
Evan Horde came walking past with a step in his stride walking quickly and with purpose, as he came past the two elderly gentlemen he bowed his head slightly and smiled, Len and Jarvis were creeped out by his action and motives, but they continued with the car anyway.
Jarvis:
Who in thunder were that?
Len:
Ain’t he that professor chap staying at the B and B?
Jarvis:
I don’t think so, he looked too young to be him.
Evan hurried back to the B and B and cautiously opened the door, he removed his sunglasses and happened to catch a look at himself in the mirror, the crimson his red eyes were beginning to fade slightly, they were a more pinky colour now. He darted upstairs, Terry appeared from the other room, and called up.
Terry:
Professor?!
Evan stopped at the top of the stairs and nervously kept himself out of view.
Evan:
Yes Terry.
Terry:
I just wanted to say, we got a little supper down here for the guests if you are interested.
Evan:
Oh yes, that sounds lovely, I shall be down momentarily.
Evan then continued towards a door, he reached in and pulled out his keys and was able to open the door, inside was Howard’s room. Evan walked in and sat on the bed rubbing his eyes they were beginning to sting a little.
***
Over at Pear Tree, Nicola sat looking somewhat gloomily at her hot chocolate on the table, staring into it, as if the mug held the mysteries of her life and the answers to said mysteries.
Rodney:
What’s the matter Princess?
Nicola slowly raised her head up and looked at her father.
Nicola:
It’s a number of things. Simon mainly, I just wish we could get things sorted out quicker with the wedding.
Rodney:
Patience Nicola, all comes to she who waits.
Nicola:
Maybe I am sick of waiting, did you think of that?
Rodney:
Don’t take it out on me, its not me that is holding up your wedding.
Nicola:
I’m not blaming you dad, but I know Simon is the right one for me, and I just don’t understand why we are not married yet.
Rodney:
Slow and steady wins the race Nicola. When you do have the wedding, I can assure you it will be one to remember.
***
Back at the B and B the door opened and Professor Jones came walking out, he met up with Terry.
Howard:
Listen Terry, I won’t be joining you tonight, I have to meet someone in Leeds.
Terry:
Oh aye?
Howard:
Yes, I have a date for the first time in ages.
Terry:
Right well, I guess none of us are going to wait up then.
Howard:
I’ll just go upstairs get changed and then I will be away.
Howard returned upstairs and entered his room. The door closed with an ominous thud.
***
The taxi pulled up outside of The Grange Bed and Breakfast and out stepped a fairly tall man of about the 6 foot 5 range. He was very pale in his complexion, almost too pale, and had medium length brown hair which was greying on the sides and back a little, his face was typically the face of a 36 year old man, a little well worn should we say. He wore just ordinary clothes and had a sports jacket on. He paid the driver and then walked steadily up to the B and B with suitcase in hand. He entered the old house and was greeted by Terry Woods.
Terry:
You must be Professor Jones I presume?
Howard:
Oh no, please, call me Howard. Out here I am on holiday, I am Howard.
Terry:
Right, no problem, if you could just sign in for us, then I’ll show you to your room.
Howard:
Thank-you Mr Woods, it has been a long day I can really appreciate a sit down and a rest I tell you.
Terry:
Call me Terry Howard, no point in us having these airs and graces is there?
Howard:
No not especially.
Howard walked forward and signed the book as instructed by Terry. Terry then showed him to his room. Howard was warmed by the sight of the room, it was cosy and nice, and just generally had a good environment.
Terry:
So are you staying long?
Howard:
I am thinking about it, thank-you very much for your time Terry. I feel we shall be right at home here.
Terry:
We? Is someone else joining you?
Howard:
No.
Terry:
You said ‘we’.
Howard:
Oh, just a figure of speech Terry. I am just wore out from the trip that’s all.
Terry smiled and left the room, Howard stared ominously at the mirror engrossed in his own reflection somewhat.
***
Jimmy and Sadie were in the woolpack, as usual Jimmy had a very long face on, totally wrapped up in his thoughts with regard to the Charity situation.
Sadie:
What exactly is wrong with you Jimmy, you have had a face like a smacked bottom for a while now. I thought we agreed to work through it?
Jimmy:
Its nothin’ I just got a lot on my mind now. We lost everything Sadie, I don’t know how you can be so calm.
Sadie:
I am sure whatever it is will sort itself out, at least we still have each other and that is all that matters.
Jimmy:
You’re right, and I were stupid to what I did and this is all my fault. Do you fancy going out for dinner tonight, I could use the distraction honest I could.
Sadie:
Can’t tonight, I am meeting with a client, contacts Jimmy, you can never have enough of them, especially now we are out on backsides.
Jimmy was too depressed to question further, not that it would have made much difference as Sadie was very much preoccupied with her own business that she doubtless would not have paid it much heed.
***
Louise stared from the bar as in walked Professor Howard Jones. He walked up to the blonde barmaid who walked over to him.
Howard:
Hello there, can I have a pint of bitter please and packet of cheese and onion crisps please.
Louise:
Certainly, and who are you may I ask?
Howard:
Howard Jones, Professor Howard Jones.
Louise:
Pleased to meet you, not often we get many top end academics in the bar here, unless of course you count Shadrach Dingle who has a PhD in alcohol studies.
Louise laughed and so did Howard, Sadie stared at the man in confusion, she edged closer to him but stopped in her tracks before backing off and returning to Jimmy. Louise handed Howard his items.
Howard:
Thanks. Nice little pub this.
Louise:
I see you have good taste too as well as a good brain, I am the co-landlady. If you don’t mind me asking what are you a professor of?
Howard:
Chemistry. Interesting subject, but most of my students only want to create stinkbombs.
Again both laughed in unison at their light hearted exchanges.
***
Laurel and Ashley were both sitting in the church together as the day was pressing on huddled together talking, Ashley had his arms around Laurel and she snuggled up to him.
Laurel:
I understand your decision, and I am willing to wait, believe that Ashley, and you can take it to the bank I am yours now and forever.
Ashley:
I just wish that Bishop George would give us our blessing so we can make this marriage happen. I just don’t want to lose you.
Laurel:
And you won’t! I am prepared to wait for you and go the distance for you.
Ashley:
This does not make it easy you know. I am not sure if I can do this.
Laurel:
I will support you every step of the way Ashley, I promise.
***
As night fell Sadie King made her way to the cricket pavilion, before her stood a young man quite tall, about 6 foot 5 himself, he was wearing a black leather jacket with a red shirt on, and dark jeans and steel tipped boots he had medium length brown hair. And oddly enough a pair of dark designer sunglasses even though it was dark… Sadie approached him.
Man:
You are late Mrs King.
Sadie:
I was with my husband.
Man:
I know. Spare me the details and lets just skip straight to business shall we. My time here is short I am afraid.
Sadie:
I don’t understand. You look like that Professor who came into the pub earlier, are you…?
Man:
At this precise moment you do not really need to know details such as those, shall we just skip immediately to business?
Sadie:
I never do business with complete strangers.
Man:
My name is Mr Evan Horde.
Sadie:
Much better, now, with regard to Mrs Tate…<br>
Evan:
Not to worry, I shall deal with her very soon, what about my money?
Sadie advanced ever closer to the buff looking young man.
Sadie:
We shall sort that out later.
Evan:
No, we sort it now, or no job.
Sadie:
I don’t like to be bullied…Mr Horde. How do I know you can even do the job.
Evan removed his sunglasses to reveal a pair of eyes underneath, that were not blue, or green or brown, but red, bright red and unmistakable even in the diminished light of a setting sun. Sadie took one step back.
Evan:
Allow me to demonstrate Mrs King.
With a lightening fast reaction Evan snatched Sadie around her neck and at arms length effortlessly lifted her off the floor using a strength he really should not have possessed. Sadie struggled and gasped frantically.
Evan:
As you can see Mrs King, I am more than capable, I could snap your neck like a twig right now, and as tempting as that is to do, I won’t, because then I do not get paid.
Evan then set Sadie back down on the ground and smiled, he returned his sunglasses back to where they were before. Sadie was struggling for air.
Evan:
Now then Mrs King, do we have a deal?
Sadie:
Yes…*gasp*…We have a deal.
Evan:
Excellent! Charity Tate is as good as dead!
***
Len and Jarvis stood in the cold night air, working on Jarvis’ Jaguar, will little success Len wondered if it was even mechanically possible to get the car going.
Len:
This is ridiculous. We are getting nowhere.
Jarvis:
You can give up if y’like, but Im gonna stay with’car and keep at it.
Len:
More like you are gonna freeze out here tonight. Give it a rest man.
Jarvis:
Aye, maybe yr’right, peraps tomorrow we will have a clearer head for it.
Evan Horde came walking past with a step in his stride walking quickly and with purpose, as he came past the two elderly gentlemen he bowed his head slightly and smiled, Len and Jarvis were creeped out by his action and motives, but they continued with the car anyway.
Jarvis:
Who in thunder were that?
Len:
Ain’t he that professor chap staying at the B and B?
Jarvis:
I don’t think so, he looked too young to be him.
Evan hurried back to the B and B and cautiously opened the door, he removed his sunglasses and happened to catch a look at himself in the mirror, the crimson his red eyes were beginning to fade slightly, they were a more pinky colour now. He darted upstairs, Terry appeared from the other room, and called up.
Terry:
Professor?!
Evan stopped at the top of the stairs and nervously kept himself out of view.
Evan:
Yes Terry.
Terry:
I just wanted to say, we got a little supper down here for the guests if you are interested.
Evan:
Oh yes, that sounds lovely, I shall be down momentarily.
Evan then continued towards a door, he reached in and pulled out his keys and was able to open the door, inside was Howard’s room. Evan walked in and sat on the bed rubbing his eyes they were beginning to sting a little.
***
Over at Pear Tree, Nicola sat looking somewhat gloomily at her hot chocolate on the table, staring into it, as if the mug held the mysteries of her life and the answers to said mysteries.
Rodney:
What’s the matter Princess?
Nicola slowly raised her head up and looked at her father.
Nicola:
It’s a number of things. Simon mainly, I just wish we could get things sorted out quicker with the wedding.
Rodney:
Patience Nicola, all comes to she who waits.
Nicola:
Maybe I am sick of waiting, did you think of that?
Rodney:
Don’t take it out on me, its not me that is holding up your wedding.
Nicola:
I’m not blaming you dad, but I know Simon is the right one for me, and I just don’t understand why we are not married yet.
Rodney:
Slow and steady wins the race Nicola. When you do have the wedding, I can assure you it will be one to remember.
***
Back at the B and B the door opened and Professor Jones came walking out, he met up with Terry.
Howard:
Listen Terry, I won’t be joining you tonight, I have to meet someone in Leeds.
Terry:
Oh aye?
Howard:
Yes, I have a date for the first time in ages.
Terry:
Right well, I guess none of us are going to wait up then.
Howard:
I’ll just go upstairs get changed and then I will be away.
Howard returned upstairs and entered his room. The door closed with an ominous thud.
***
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