Det. Evelyn Harding.

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Wed, 21 Mar 2012 01:25:38 +0000

Thu, 15 Mar 2012 23:35:37 +0000

Sometimes, it's too damn quiet around here.

Thu, 15 Mar 2012 23:27:47 +0000

Too much time to think. Someone distract me. Living alone has plenty of downsides.

I understand how you feel completely, especially the living alone part. Definitely not the best feeling at times like these. I get worried when it gets quite around here, that’s when everything seems to go wrong.

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Tue, 13 Mar 2012 21:49:11 +0000

Sick Day || Ethan and Evie

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 02:06:00 +0000

ethan-wallace:

Hands buried in his pockets, Ethan watched as she took out two bowls. He had made soup for Sydney on a few occasions and she didn’t keel over so he figured it was edible. “Scared of my own cooking? Please,” he scoffed. “Sure, I’ll have some. Just to prove it’s not poisonous or anything.” He looked around her kitchen before returning his attention back to Evelyn, cracking a small smile. “I said it because I knew you could handle it.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at her expression and feel somewhat bad for her. Her face was slightly paler than usual and she looked as though she would be lost without her sweaters. “Come here,” he said and beckoned the homicide detective over with his hand.

With a chuckle at his response, she nodded her head and placed a second bowl down next to hers. Well, if he was planning on eating it then it couldn’t be that bad, right? Shutting the cupboard door, she slipped back down off the counter which had served to boost her height, adjusting the blankets around her shoulders once more for fear of losing them.

“You knew I could handle it? Are you kidding? I’m dying on the inside.” She pouted, shaking her head as if disappointed. Of course, she wasn’t – but he knew that. She was about to take the plunge and shuffle towards the soup until she saw him beckoning her over. A small smile tugged at her lips. Evelyn sure as Hell hoped it was an offer for a hug because she could do with one of those far more than any chicken soup he had to offer. Plus stealing his body heat seemed like a sneaky bonus, of course.

“You’re not just going to poke fun at my weight again, are you?” She scrunched up her nose sceptically, taking a few small steps to close the gap between them.

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 01:54:30 +0000

And that is why I am so sick of this job.

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 01:05:19 +0000

Terry didn't answer

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 00:45:07 +0000

scott-petersen:

evieharding:

No, I’m not investigating. Despite all that’s going on around here with the Basket Case, time doesn’t stand still, Petersen. A mother and her four year old child were murdered this morning - I’m investigating that because it’s my job.

I can’t handle every single case that comes through here, especially when it’s not my field.

You think I don’t know time doesn’t stand still, Harding? Today I had a child who was beaten by his father so bad, the internal damage was nearly impossible to fix. I handled three deaths today, about eight surgeries, and on top of that, not only has Rhett disappeared, but I found out some pretty shitty news about myself today.

I just figured it was protocol for the names of anyone kidnapped was spread around the police station just in case. Apparently not. Sorry I put too much faith in the police. Won’t happen again.

I’m not making this a pissing contest, for goodness sake. I was just pointing out that if anything? You should be glad I’m not on their case. I get assigned to cases where there isn’t a chance of finding the people. They’re already dead. So I’m sorry, I deeply apologize that you’ve had a shitty day, but I can’t help that. I’m sorry about your friend but I don’t get to pick and choose what I investigate. That’s not how it works.

Do you know what? You can cut the attitude. Do you know how many people go missing every day? Do you know how many people are killed? How many people we’re supposed to keep an eye on because they’re suspects? Sometimes we don’t always get the memo. If it’s not directly relevant to my case, chances are I don’t get told, no. You might have a stressful job, but get down off your high horse. Everyone’s job can be stressful and mine is no exception, so don’t you dare try to insinuate that you somehow think you have a better grasp on how I’m supposed to do it.

Terry didn't answer

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 00:30:57 +0000

scott-petersen:

evieharding:

I can imagine.. Hopefully he’ll turn up with Sydney and the other boy who is missing.

Jackson. The other boy is Jackson. Why don’t you know that? Aren’t you investigating?

No, I’m not investigating. Despite all that’s going on around here with the Basket Case, time doesn’t stand still, Petersen. A mother and her four year old child were murdered this morning - I’m investigating that because it’s my job.

I can’t handle every single case that comes through here, especially when it’s not my field.

Terry didn't answer

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 00:24:33 +0000

scott-petersen:

evieharding:

I guess paranoia really sets in at times like this. I hope he’s okay and shows up soon. I’ll put out the word, see if anyone can find him, okay?

Alright. His brother is breathing down my neck now. It’s not good. I’m glad I didn’t call his father.

I can imagine.. Hopefully he’ll turn up with Sydney and the other boy who is missing.

Terry didn't answer

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 00:19:52 +0000

scott-petersen:

A day. I’m going to look now.

I guess paranoia really sets in at times like this. I hope he’s okay and shows up soon. I’ll put out the word, see if anyone can find him, okay?

Terry didn't answer

Mon, 12 Mar 2012 00:15:29 +0000

scott-petersen:

So I left a message. He texted me saying:

Find my brother, or I’ll find you.

~~Terry scares me.~~

~~A lot.~~

How long has he been gone for?

And now I'm watching Jurassic Park.

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 22:20:21 +0000

Sick Day || Ethan and Evie

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 17:17:54 +0000

ethan-wallace:

Ethan waited for a while and for a moment thought she didn’t hear, but soon enough the door opened revealing Evelyn, sweaters and all. He swore she was still shivering underneath all of those layers. “It’s no problem,” he replied and offered her a small smile before stepping in. “You look terrible by the way.”
Her home looked like how he imagined it; neat and homey. He admired her decorating skills, it was evident she put a lot of thought on the layout of her furniture and the pictures in the frames. Ethan on the other hand could care less about what his house looked like from the inside. It wasn’t like he had company over often.

Ethan made his way to her kitchen and set the pot on the counter before turning around to face her. “You look a little bulkier than I remember,” he teased and poked at her sweaters.

“Oh thanks.” She mumbled sarcastically, accompanied with a roll of her eyes. “What girl doesn’t love hearing that when she’s feeling crappy?”

Naturally she didn’t take it to heart considering she knew full well that she looked ridiculous enough to mock. Wrinkling up her nose slightly, she shut the door up behind him once he was safely inside. It dawned on her this was the first time he had ever seen her place and it definitely contrasted to his. In fact, she probably should have made more of an effort to tidy things up before he’d arrived but the thought had escaped her mind entirely as she laid feeling sorry for herself. Running her fingers through her hair to tidy it up a little, she nudged her head in the general direction of the kitchen before leading him to the expansive and modernized area.

Sitting herself up on her counter-top, she reached up to pull a bowl out of the cupboard for herself. She waved another and raised an eyebrow as she glanced back at him.

“Are you having some or are you too scared?” she said, teasing his questionable cooking abilities. “And you know you’re never supposed to say that to a girl.”

Swatting his hand away from her sweaters playfully, she narrowed her eyes to feign that she’d taken some kind of offense from his words. The layer of clothes was actually so thick it was making it somewhat awkward to move.

Feeling deflated.

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 16:58:00 +0000

22-24 loss in the Rugby. Someone cheer me up.

Sick Day || Ethan and Evie

Sun, 11 Mar 2012 01:18:19 +0000

ethan-wallace:

Ethan wasn’t one to get sick often. At least not bad enough to prevent him from working. The last time he was confined to his bed was over ten years ago thanks to the flu. Since then it had only been the occasional sore throat or dry cough. When Ethan heard Evelyn was feeling a bit ill, he leapt at the opportunity to show her he wasn’t that much of an asshole. Besides, he couldn’t have his partner in crime quarantined in her house in his time of need. Who was going to help him complete his reports?

It was basic knowledge that chicken noodle soup helped when one was sick. Ethan thought otherwise and that it was just popular belief. It’s the thought that counts, he told himself and gave the soup a final stir before dumping the contents into a ceramic soup pot. It wouldn’t take him that long to get to Evelyn’s place so the soup should still be warm by then. Gripping the pot tightly by the handles he carried it to his car, setting it on the roof while he unlocked the door. Carefully, Ethan set it on the seat. Then he jogged around to the drivers side and slid in.

Like her phone number ~~that he could never bring himself to call~~, he had memorized Evelyn’s address. Both for emergency purposes of course. Or as he liked to tell himself. In less than ten minutes Ethan pulled up in front of her quaint little home. Cradling the ceramic container in one arm, he approached the front door and knocked.

Although she didn’t actually feel sick, as Ethan had quite rightly pointed out, some kind of illness was probably impending. It felt like she’d been shoved head first into a deep freezer and no matter how many sweaters she pulled on or how many blankets she wrapped around her shoulders, the feeling wouldn’t shift. It was clear she looked like a total moron, though, but she was far too cold to care. There she was, curled up on her couch with enough clothes on to trek to the North Pole, cradling a cup of tea and feeling sorry for herself. It was rare she got sick, but when she did it tended to hit her like a tonne of bricks. It had to be said however, knowing that Ethan was going through the effort of making her soup and coming around to make sure she was okay did make her feel a little better. It was a side she didn’t know he had to him and it might have even brought a smile to her lips.

Or at least until she heard the knock at the door, that was. Evelyn quickly realized she would have to get out of her comfortable position to let him in through the myriads of security precautions she had set in place since the Basket Case had began to torment them all. Sighing out through her nose, she placed her mug down on the table and got to her feet, making sure the blanket stayed firmly around her shoulders. Shuffling lazily across the wooden floor, she finally reached the front door, pulling it open shortly after.

Greeted with the sight of him cradling a pot of soup in his arms, she couldn’t help but grin goofily. Taking a little step back, she opened the door wide enough for him to step inside.

“Hey,” she said softly, glancing briefly at the pot in his arms before her eyes travelled back up to his. “Thanks for coming over, I appreciate it.”

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Sat, 10 Mar 2012 23:25:34 +0000

Things are too quiet around here.

Sat, 10 Mar 2012 19:19:50 +0000

Is it really cold or is it just me?

Thu, 08 Mar 2012 01:00:56 +0000

ethan-wallace:

evieharding:

Immune, huh? We’ll see. ~~If I throw up, I’m going to slap you.~~

I’ll be there in ten. ~~You won’t. Maybe gag a bit, but not puke.~~

I’ll be here. Curled up on my couch. Wearing my gloves. ~~That’s very reassuring, thank you.~~

Is it really cold or is it just me?

Thu, 08 Mar 2012 00:52:33 +0000

ethan-wallace:

evieharding:

But if I am sick then I don’t want to get you sick. ~~Would it even be edible?~~

Please. I’m immune to the common cold. ~~I…think.~~

Immune, huh? We’ll see. ~~If I throw up, I’m going to slap you.~~