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[color=8882be]"Note to self...bluenoses are everywhere in this bloody neighborhood."[/color] Mumbling to himself was something that he was used to, but waking up early was something he'd need to get back into at some point. Emil Buckner wasn't fond of bimbos, especially those who mocked his cheaters, but there wasn't much he could do about it, he'd spent to much time in the dark or somethin and now his eyes were goofed. Regardless, he liked to think it added to his style, made him look more fashionable, course, what the hell did he know bout fashion? The weight of the trench coat he so often shrugged on in the morning pressed against his frame, and reminded him briefly that there was a sinker shop nearby. Not a bad place to grab lunch later on, he took another mental note just as he moved to a stop in front of the location provided to him over the ringer. The penthouse was the kind of place one might expect an egg to live, a place far to expensive for someone in his position to afford. In fact, it seemed downright pleasant. Which reminded him, when he passed by the pleasant part of town again he'd have to break a chair over the zozzled bimbos for insulting his eye sight.

Berries.

With little incentive to stay outside in the sun and sweat through to his britches, Emil ankled his way to the fancy revolving door, and was greeted by the doorman, clad in his working suit. [color=8882be]"I'm here about Ms. Hobbs, maybe a fancy dinner, a trip to a petting pantry, and possibly a drink?"[/color] Emil's bad joke was met with silence, so he rephrased his question; [color=8882be]"Just Ms. Hobbs then, where can I find er?"

The doorman gave the directions like he'd rehearsed them through his head many a time, and the Private Eye soon found himself moving  through the foyer. He didn't feel out of place, not one bit, and he was certainly not lying to himself about it. He cringed momentarily at the sight of the large pear tree, trying to figure out who in the whole bloody city would need a tree indoors, before moving up the stairs, ignoring the elevator. He didn't trust them, to many horrid things he'd heard of the moving boxes. 

As his gams reached the top of the stairway, the roguish man was greeted again, the overweight woman waiting for him giving him a brief rundown of what was to come, before ankling up his game to keep up with her. She was surprisingly fast for a woman her size, and her accent sounded like something from overseas, not that he minded, it was refreshing to hear a new voice. [color=8882be]" Thanks...uh, Norma. You happen to have any...noodle juice? Not literally. y'know, tea?"[/color]

He stepped through the entranceway to the study a few minutes later, holding a cup of the liquid he'd requested, which he'd insisted in carrying in himself, he took a seat on the far right side of the couch which was occupied by a woman. Seemed he was a bit later then he'd thought, there being already several others within the confines of the room, along with the woman he assumed to be Ms. Hobbs. Taking a sip of his noodle juice, the warmth seeped into his bones.

[color=8882be]"Ladies, gentlemen."[/color] He nodded to the others with a small grin.