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Lisbon
It had never been wise, but then what act carried out with any degree of passion is? The scent of metallic rust and bitter alcohol relaxed in the air around dark masking hair concealing shimmering emerald eyes. Although her senses were blurred and her conscience was foggy she knew she had to be cleaning up the mess soon. Her red stained watch spoke of an early morning only an hour away without so much as a hint of rest. It was Sunday only four hours ago but Lisbon couldn't even remember coming home from the bar two hours ago. It was going to be a tough day at work.
Jane
Clammy hands rose to the occasion and effortlessly wiped away nightmares that fell out of his mind and cluttered around the edges of groggy eyes. He was glad to be rid of them too. Perhaps it was childish, but Jane always enjoyed turning meaningless objects and things he observed into something with a life and purpose. It was his way of letting his mind be tricked into thinking it wasn't trapped in a miserable man's body- he felt better giving it several things to give something to so it would never be bored.
As Patrick stepped into the shower, he was sure to address all bottles equally so that none of them would feel left out. We don't want Conditioner to grow a complex because Shampoo is used twice do we? He thought about what the day might hold as was rather looking forward to seeing his friends. Overnight he had come up with new ways to divert their attention onto his fun.
Van Pelt
Finishing off the last Our Father, Grace gracefully graced the gracious CBI with her grace. She stumbled carelessly out of her car and swung open the double doors just to feel special knowing that nobody but Pete the security officer was around to see her. Her hair needed to be brushed and her makeup needed to be done so a trip to the nearest mirror was in order. It wasn't like her to come into work so early (since the morning disliked her) but Van Pelt decided that it was time the Boss started recognizing her hard work. Come to work early, leave late. That will surely do!
Just before the young agent pushed open the Ladies bathroom door the sound of running water pervaded her ears and brought a red tint to her cheeks. She expected to be the only one on the second floor, but apparently someone had beat her here. Van Pelt listened closer to see if she could tell who it was. There was uninterrupted flowing water as if they had only turned it on to drown out some other noise. Then there was the rip of tape freshly pulled off a roll, duct tape?
'This is silly. I should just walk in and see what's going on.'
A small framed woman twitched back when the opening door gave her a fright and she quickly gathered all the dirty paper towels before whoever was there could see the mess.
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