[b]Parris City, St. Albert’s Catholic Church[/b]

Will moved his attention to Fleur, who realized they had not introduced themselves, which was something he was hoping wouldn’t be brought up for some time. The only reason he knew Officer Levitski’s name was for obvious reasons when the officer escorted everyone into the church hours earlier. In Will’s mind, all of this was pointless claptrap and they needed to be careful and maintain this as a safe place for as long as possible—which meant no noise and by extension no talking. But as he was not armed outside of a small crowbar he had been using earlier to help barricade the church. Henry’s intent on digging around in the church the same reaction on him as this whole ‘introduction’ business. The history teacher had no desire to work with anybody here unless they proved essential to surviving what was to come. If Henry could snoop around quietly that was fine by him, but the way things were going had him on edge. 

“No, I had no idea you were French, do regal me with the details of such a shocking revelation.” He commented in reply with a dry and rather aggravatingly sarcastic tone. This made the salesman, Peter Simpson take a deep breath of aggravation.

“Hey, screw off, she’s just being polite.” Peter moved his view to Fleur, “Sorry about him, he doesn't have any manners. I'm Peter Simpson, I’m sure you’ve seen me on signs all over here in Parris City.” Peter apologized as he attempted to embody a more positive disposition, though it was unsure if he was acting that way to get ‘close’ or genuinely was being friendly. Either way, there was truth to his self-absorbed words that he was known in Parris City as Peter Simpson was one of the most successful real estate agents in Parris City as he had been described as selling houses to some of the richest denizens of Parris City. It would explain his business attire and his Rolex watch gripping his left wrist. 

Levitski nodded as he recognized the man, “Yeah, you’re the big time real estate guy, right?”

“That's right.” Peter smirked as he turned attention to Will, “What about you?” 

“Will. My name is Will.”

The matter-of-fact remark did not help Peter’s views of Will as he felt that the remark was another comment that proved that he was a pompous, sarcastic jackoff. In addition to the attitude, there was this sense that Peter remembered Will from somewhere but he couldn’t remember exactly where and the nostalgic déjà vu he was feeling was not a positive one at that. As Peter kept to his thoughts, Officer Levitski kept his eye on them both as the two had been ‘fighting’ since they first heard each other's voice. As an officer of the law he felt he needed to keep them from starting trouble in such a dire scenario. 

“If anybody has forgotten, I’m Officer Levitski.”