'Harrison' sidestepped slightly, clearly ignoring the FBI Agent's cry. "Back off," he said softly, even as his eyes flicked towards the filing cabinet. Jamie, who mirrored his moment, caught a glimpse of something shiny that had clearly been hidden behind and underneath the filing cabinet. There would have been no way to get it out without completely removing the drawer. "You make any quick moves, and I'll kill this guy. And, yes, I'm fully aware of the fact that you will probably still arrest me and I will go to jail for murder instead of theft, but you can't really make that trade, can you?" He was next to the filing cabinet, and, using the barrel of the gun, he forced Jamie to kneel. With a quick motion, the thief's hand flicked out, catching the glinting piece of jewelry, and it was back around his throat before he even had a chance to blink. The heavy sapphire medallion bounced against his collar as they slowly worked their way back to their feet.
James could tell that the agent was doing everything in her power to line up a clean shot, but the thief was careful, and there wasn't enough of a clear line of sight for her to take the risk. He was starting to hyperventilate, and his heart was pounding at a thousand beats per minute. Yet, for some reason, his thoughts were surprisingly clear. All he could think was how he was about to get shot, and the entire party would be ruined. All his hard work, gone, all the hours and hours of preparation ruined. He would never be hired by anyone, ever again. Except by that point, he would already be dead. Mr. Ingrahm would have to replace the carpet, but he would probably never get the stain of Jamie's blood out from the oriented strand board that was underneath that. He giggled faintly, interrupting the back and forth between the agent and the thief that could have come from any Hollywood film. Both of them glanced at him briefly, before returning their attention to each other. The thief was only a couple feet away from the door, and in a moment or two he would make a lunge for it. Hopefully he wouldn't get an itchy finger between then and now.
But a second later there was another cop blocking the door, gun drawn. The thief yelled in fury, and his gun left Jamie's head, pointing at the agent that was now standing between him and escape. In that instant Jamie lunged to the side, desperate to break free, just as a gun went off. He felt a blinding pain in his head, and then the world went dark.
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"Come on, everyone! Everything has been wonderful so far, don't fall short on me now! Dinner starts in twenty minutes, and I want that Bourguignon cooked to perfection. Jacob, the wines are all set?"
"Breathing now, Chief. We have both the Krug 1998 Clos du Mesnil Chardonnay and the Château Pétrus 2005 Red, just like you requested."
"And the Moët & Chandon 1996 Dom Pérignon?" There was a moment of silence. "Jacob, please..."
"It'll be here in ten minutes, I swear."
James Weller had to force himself to take a deep breath, running a hand through short blond hair, and remind himself that he had promised he would not yell. Yelling would do no good. People did not like yellers. Yellers did not motivate well. He would not yell. He would not yell. All the same, Samuel Ingrahm was the kind of catch that didn't come again, and having him on his list of satisfied customers... it would do incomprehensible wonders for his reputation. Everything had to be perfect. But he wasn't the only one who knew that.
"Fine. It's fine. Just make sure it is ready to go by the second course." Jamie looked around again, his eyes settling on the only portion of the back room that was not bustling with activity. "Where the hell is Harrison? He's the only patisserie we have, and that mille-feuilles should have been started a half hour ago!"
"I thought I saw him go upstairs."
"What the hell is he doing up there? Someone, find a recipe for chocolate eclairs and start breaking some eggs. We don't have time for the Napoleon anymore." Jamie took another deep breath. He would not yell. He had the best team in the world, and they knew him, and he knew them. Except for when his pasty chef broke his arm in an accident, and Jamie had to hire a complete stranger to replace him.
"I'm going to go find Harrison. I'll only be gone a minute, boys and girls. Don't light anything on fire while I'm gone." He paused, and then said as an addendum "Unless it is supposed to be that way!" There was a faint, appreciative chuckle from the gathered crowd of caterers, chefs, and aesthetics, and then James was out of the room. He would never, ever hire someone based off of reputation alone again. And certainly not for an event as important as the Ingrahms. He would make sure that everyone in the business knew what kind of worker Harrison was, and he would spend the rest of his life making cakes for the birthday parties of five year olds. What could have possibly possessed the man to go gallivanting away at this time in the preparations, when everyone else was already occupied with their own task?
Jamie took the back stairs two at a time, straining his ears for an sound. There was absolutely no reason for Harrison to be up here. It was then that he saw Harrison, pulling the drawers out of a filing cabinet in Ingrahm's office. Jamie strode forward, a look of absolute fury on his face, enough to quell the guardian of hell. "Harrison! What the hell do you think..." Jamie grabbed the man by the shoulder, forcibly trying to spin him around. That was, at least, until he realized there was a gun inches his face.
A second later their positions were reversed, with Jamie pressed up against the wall, and his former pastry chef pressing his forearm up against his throat so hard that Jamie couldn't breathe, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead.
"Please..." Jamie whispered, desperately trying to get a sound passed the arm obstructing his windpipe. "Please."
There was a sudden sound from behind the thief. It was the sound of the other door into the room, the one directly opposite the wall that James was pressed against, rather than perpendicular, where Jamie had entered. The thief spun around, dragging Jamie with him, the gun still firmly lodged against Jamie's head even as the thief did his best to hide behind the rather thin event planner who had suddenly turned into a human shield.
Directly in front of him was an FBI agent, her gun leveled right at them.
"Breathing now, Chief. We have both the Krug 1998 Clos du Mesnil Chardonnay and the Château Pétrus 2005 Red, just like you requested."
"And the Moët & Chandon 1996 Dom Pérignon?" There was a moment of silence. "Jacob, please..."
"It'll be here in ten minutes, I swear."
James Weller had to force himself to take a deep breath, running a hand through short blond hair, and remind himself that he had promised he would not yell. Yelling would do no good. People did not like yellers. Yellers did not motivate well. He would not yell. He would not yell. All the same, Samuel Ingrahm was the kind of catch that didn't come again, and having him on his list of satisfied customers... it would do incomprehensible wonders for his reputation. Everything had to be perfect. But he wasn't the only one who knew that.
"Fine. It's fine. Just make sure it is ready to go by the second course." Jamie looked around again, his eyes settling on the only portion of the back room that was not bustling with activity. "Where the hell is Harrison? He's the only patisserie we have, and that mille-feuilles should have been started a half hour ago!"
"I thought I saw him go upstairs."
"What the hell is he doing up there? Someone, find a recipe for chocolate eclairs and start breaking some eggs. We don't have time for the Napoleon anymore." Jamie took another deep breath. He would not yell. He had the best team in the world, and they knew him, and he knew them. Except for when his pasty chef broke his arm in an accident, and Jamie had to hire a complete stranger to replace him.
"I'm going to go find Harrison. I'll only be gone a minute, boys and girls. Don't light anything on fire while I'm gone." He paused, and then said as an addendum "Unless it is supposed to be that way!" There was a faint, appreciative chuckle from the gathered crowd of caterers, chefs, and aesthetics, and then James was out of the room. He would never, ever hire someone based off of reputation alone again. And certainly not for an event as important as the Ingrahms. He would make sure that everyone in the business knew what kind of worker Harrison was, and he would spend the rest of his life making cakes for the birthday parties of five year olds. What could have possibly possessed the man to go gallivanting away at this time in the preparations, when everyone else was already occupied with their own task?
Jamie took the back stairs two at a time, straining his ears for an sound. There was absolutely no reason for Harrison to be up here. It was then that he saw Harrison, pulling the drawers out of a filing cabinet in Ingrahm's office. Jamie strode forward, a look of absolute fury on his face, enough to quell the guardian of hell. "Harrison! What the hell do you think..." Jamie grabbed the man by the shoulder, forcibly trying to spin him around. That was, at least, until he realized there was a gun inches his face.
A second later their positions were reversed, with Jamie pressed up against the wall, and his former pastry chef pressing his forearm up against his throat so hard that Jamie couldn't breathe, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead.
"Please..." Jamie whispered, desperately trying to get a sound passed the arm obstructing his windpipe. "Please."
There was a sudden sound from behind the thief. It was the sound of the other door into the room, the one directly opposite the wall that James was pressed against, rather than perpendicular, where Jamie had entered. The thief spun around, dragging Jamie with him, the gun still firmly lodged against Jamie's head even as the thief did his best to hide behind the rather thin event planner who had suddenly turned into a human shield.
Directly in front of him was an FBI agent, her gun leveled right at them.
Mmm. I'll work on it.
So... I guess we are waiting on me, then?
It isn't in his nature to pursue an argument. I'm thinking more that he needs a word with the thief because of whatever he is supposed to be doing for the party, and the timing is such that the thief ends up taking him hostage. The thief has a gun to his head, things are happening, it seems like it is all going good until another agent shows up, the thief draws a second gun, and when Laurel tries to shoot the thief she hits Jamie instead, on the side of the head because of a sudden, unpredictable move. The second agent takes out the thief, but Jamie's still in a coma. :)
I could start the scene with Jamie going to find the thief, if you like?
I could start the scene with Jamie going to find the thief, if you like?
That sounds good. Well, I'd assume that there is some rich person who got robbed, who is also one of Jamie's clients. We can say that the thief didn't actually have time to get the _____ out of the house, but he hid it really well, and he poses as one of Jamie's hires to get back into the house and get it. But the FBI eventually figure out that the thief didn't have time to get the.... jewels? out, and that the party is the perfect cover to go get it. But when they find him he draws a gun and takes Jamie hostage....
How's that sound?
How's that sound?
Edited!
That is... actually very reasonable. I could see both Derek and Jenna making her life hell, because they are both well connected on completely opposite sides of the world. Honestly, with all the people he knows Jamie pretty much has connections to get him into any field. O.o Damn, he's cool.
Anyways. How do we want to start? Are we ready to start?
That is... actually very reasonable. I could see both Derek and Jenna making her life hell, because they are both well connected on completely opposite sides of the world. Honestly, with all the people he knows Jamie pretty much has connections to get him into any field. O.o Damn, he's cool.
Anyways. How do we want to start? Are we ready to start?
Cool! These two are going to make a nice pair. Would you like me to add a family tree into mine?
Because she is 29, she's going to probably have two, if not three, bosses in the unit. The boss who is a part of her team, her boss' boss, who's in charge of the LA White Collar Crime unit, and then his/her boss, who is probably in charge of all of Cali. He'd either be based in LA or San Fran.
Honestly, I'm really looking forward to this! Jamie is going to get to make some nice new connections for her, both in the upper and lower world. :)
Because she is 29, she's going to probably have two, if not three, bosses in the unit. The boss who is a part of her team, her boss' boss, who's in charge of the LA White Collar Crime unit, and then his/her boss, who is probably in charge of all of Cali. He'd either be based in LA or San Fran.
Honestly, I'm really looking forward to this! Jamie is going to get to make some nice new connections for her, both in the upper and lower world. :)
Me as well.
Name: James Weller
Age: 29
Appearance:
History/Personality: James grew up in an upper class family, to distant parents. He instead found his attachment at school, becoming the popular kid that everyone actually likes, with a funny, welcoming attitude that both friends and teachers fell for. Through high school and college he was a part of student government, primarily as the event planner. Although he and his parents never really got along he was content to take their money and connections to become a full fledged event planner, and he quickly rose above his parent's connections through his own wit, charm, and good nature, creating ties with some of the most well-connected people in LA. One of these connections, Derek, and also one of James' closest friends, was actually a member in high standing of the LA underworld, and although he kept the connection cautious, James was never afraid to use the black market to get what he wanted to really make his events a hit with his customers. He is currently dating a paralegal at a prestigious law firm who has the skills to be a full lawyer, but who has never been able to get the score she needed on the bar to remain in the firm as a full lawyer. He and Virginia (Jenna) have been dating for five years, but both are devoted enough to their work that they are happy with their relationship as it is.
Family: His parents got divorced when he was 9.
Mother - Elizabeth Vance - partially estranged, they talk on holidays and birthdays. Three times divorced, currently unmarried. Thomas was her longest marriage - Anesthesiologist
Father - Thomas Weller - estranged. Wanted his son to follow in his footsteps, and didn't like it when James became an event planner, still married to his second wife, Brittany, who doesn't work - Petroleum Engineer
Younger Half Brother - Joseph Weller - They still get along well, because the sibling rivalry never formed between them while Jamie was switching houses on a regular basis currently 19, in college as a chemical engineer. Is fully prepared to give Jamie a portion of his father's money because James is no longer in the will, even though James says it isn't necessary.
Name: James Weller
Age: 29
Appearance:
History/Personality: James grew up in an upper class family, to distant parents. He instead found his attachment at school, becoming the popular kid that everyone actually likes, with a funny, welcoming attitude that both friends and teachers fell for. Through high school and college he was a part of student government, primarily as the event planner. Although he and his parents never really got along he was content to take their money and connections to become a full fledged event planner, and he quickly rose above his parent's connections through his own wit, charm, and good nature, creating ties with some of the most well-connected people in LA. One of these connections, Derek, and also one of James' closest friends, was actually a member in high standing of the LA underworld, and although he kept the connection cautious, James was never afraid to use the black market to get what he wanted to really make his events a hit with his customers. He is currently dating a paralegal at a prestigious law firm who has the skills to be a full lawyer, but who has never been able to get the score she needed on the bar to remain in the firm as a full lawyer. He and Virginia (Jenna) have been dating for five years, but both are devoted enough to their work that they are happy with their relationship as it is.
Family: His parents got divorced when he was 9.
Mother - Elizabeth Vance - partially estranged, they talk on holidays and birthdays. Three times divorced, currently unmarried. Thomas was her longest marriage - Anesthesiologist
Father - Thomas Weller - estranged. Wanted his son to follow in his footsteps, and didn't like it when James became an event planner, still married to his second wife, Brittany, who doesn't work - Petroleum Engineer
Younger Half Brother - Joseph Weller - They still get along well, because the sibling rivalry never formed between them while Jamie was switching houses on a regular basis currently 19, in college as a chemical engineer. Is fully prepared to give Jamie a portion of his father's money because James is no longer in the will, even though James says it isn't necessary.
An FBI agent, part of the White Collar Crime division, winds up getting a civilian caught in the crossfire. The man winds up in a coma, but the agent begins to think she is going mad as the ghost of the man haunts her as she continues to work. This is until the "ghost" takes a bullet for her, halting it in its tracks. She then begins to listen to the advice he offers her, through various psychic abilities he is starting to develop. But, just as the agent is starting to rely on his advice to solve her cases quickly and cleanly, things become complicated when her "ghost" wakes back up.
I'm just fine with doing skeleton character sheets for this story, although I might throw in a little bit of personality mixed with history, just to fully establish his character in my head. You don't have to, though, if you don't want to.
I'm just fine with doing skeleton character sheets for this story, although I might throw in a little bit of personality mixed with history, just to fully establish his character in my head. You don't have to, though, if you don't want to.
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