[center][h1][color=686F91]Liam Matthews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=686F91][b]Location:[/b][/color] Salem Train Station
[color=686F91][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] The Brunette Murderer [@Morose][/center][hr]

Glancing back down to his phone, he smiled as he saw the message from Aloise. Checking the selfie she had replied with, he took a mental note of where she was, nodding his head as he seemed to appreciate that she was on a job, and why she hadn't been around when he got back to the hotel. Checking the text itself, he rolled his eyes. Threats such as that were common from her, he just chose to take it as proof that she cared. He began to type in a reply when the announcement came over the intercom. Raising an eyebrow as he looked upward, he sighed and glanced over to the OMEN agents briefly, shaking his head as he moved over towards the wall, still near enough to the woman he'd come this way for.

He continued to type out as sarcastic and smart-assed of a response as he could to Aloise, figuring he'd be waiting there for a long while, but just before he could hit send, he felt something else. The whisper graced his ear, and a chill ran down Liam's spine. He'd never quite had this before, such a compulsion to do... Of all things, such a strange act in the middle of a train station. His eyes flicked up to the brunette, the person he knew from his vision was a murderer, and the person he'd come all this way to track down and essentially interrogate. You know, suddenly, she didn't look half bad.

Almost with love-hearts in his eyes, Liam tucked his phone into his pocket, briefly appreciative for the quiet spot towards the back of the station he was now in. Quickly he shrugged off his top and jacket, setting them in a heap, soon joined by his shoes and trousers as he stretched, before bringing a hand downward where the sun don't shine, in the vaguest of attempts to keep this all at least barely PG-13. Moving along the wall towards the back of the train station, his right hand working as a censorship bar, Liam reached up and set his elbow against the wall, resting his head against his hand as he watched the woman on her phone, clearing his throat as he grinned like a smug idiot. [color=686F91][b]"I just figured I should tell you... I`m no weatherman, but you can expect a few inches tonight, gorgeous."[/b][/color]