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Post by powermaniac184 on Jul 31, 2011 19:59:03 GMT -5
Now the man was condecending on her, spewing things that she was naive and foolish to think the truth of the matter, Lisa didn't let herself get annoyed. She was a big girl not a three year old or someone who knew everything about vigilantes. Maybe the man was a vigilante himself. The simulations are endless. " I'm not the one you should be pointing your fingers at, I was not aware of the plan until I entered Gotham. I don't know the city around, yet I do what I can. If that's a crime charge me, then again I'm not the one pointing a gun at the city, the feds are."
The topic had been divided, when it really shouldn't have been it was a discussion not a debate. No one was picking sides, maybe Lisa was the one who viewed that. She didn't want to be in her office because it was getting humid and stuffy, not to mention the coffee drove her to get her own every other day. Good thing she was adaptable and knew how to take care of herself. "It's not always easy making that decision, most of us wouldn't be able to make that kind of choice simply because it's a risk we aren't willing to cash in our hand of cards." This discussion seemed so out of the area, since most of Gotham was quiet and kept secrets behind windows. Other than that there were reporters who did too much research and got themselves a fine, then they're were cops who were corrupt and judges who were biased to many cases. Lisa was in for a different experience from Manhatten and Brooklyn.
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Post by megan on Jul 31, 2011 20:38:35 GMT -5
If there are sides to this discussion, then Margaret is firmly sitting on the fence. The only thing she's completely sure of is what everyone is agreeing upon: this current idea the government is trying is terrible and just won't work. That the city is going to take an abrupt nosedive from which it will only recover at a painful cost.
The whys and wherefores of who is to blame or what else could be done about it besides waiting it out are not something she wants to venture an opinion on. Which is why she'll never run for public office. Even though she'd probably win and do an excellent job. So now she merely frowns as she listens to the others - that's what she's best at anyways.
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Post by rebecca on Aug 3, 2011 1:25:15 GMT -5
“Hey, Ms. Novak,” Rebecca turned to her with a pacifying expression, “hey, no one's blaming you for any of this. You're an A.D.A., you're just doing your job. You're hands are tied just as bad as the PD and everyone else who's being bossed around by this group of people, who they know everything, but don't. They think they can come in here waving their righteous flags and preaching and everything will be fixed. Gotham's been there, done that, and what does it have to show for it? Nothing, it's the same, if not worse. You still fear going out at night, only now it's not the mob you've got to worry about. It's being used a punchline, a test subject, a message, against Batman and the others.”
She took a deep breath. “You're not being blamed. What we're saying is if you thought things were bad before, the explosion hasn't even happened yet. Gotham is a lit fuse. The end is night, the apocalypse is coming. Gotham is going to be abandoned and the Agents, those righteous and disillusioned pricks, they're going to be left behind, matyrs they'll be called. They'll be told it's necessary and you know what'll happen next? They'll beg the heroes and vigilantes they're persecuting to save them.”
She shook her head. “You're not being blamed. No, we're blaming someone and something bigger.”
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Post by question on Aug 3, 2011 19:18:39 GMT -5
Vic shook his head an went back to eating his sandwich. This lady was literally jumping to conclusions. No one pointed the finger an said this was her fault. If anything she could have been legally fighting what the F.B.I. was doing.
Vic on the other had had to be careful what he said, like things that he should not know. That the F.B.I. was just snatching up who ever they felt had answers with little to no physical evidence.
"A friend of mine one nobly said that one must pull them self from the equation to reach the answer"
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Post by powermaniac184 on Aug 3, 2011 20:58:46 GMT -5
"I have been fighting the FBI threat ever since I came to the city, but one thing that I don't have is federal jurisdiction or mandate to stop this, that lies with the President and Congress. Though I have stopped soem of the arrests simply because there has been no reason for innocent people to be imprisoned." She sipped her coffee again, and ate some more of her cake. Deciding that taking breaks would be the noble strategy. After all Lisa wasn't a chivalrious person, though she used that facade many times. She didn't want anything to do with the man now, but she wasn't going to call him out on whatever he was saying because it didn't make sense.
Finding answers in a time like this requires more strenghtened and straight forward people. People who are willing to fight for their lives. This man probably had secrets, we all do. "I'm sorry, but what is your name?" A strange question, but Lisa had motives to find out more about this guy then his opinions. She would look at his file, maybe ask for a statement later on if something was bound to happen.
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Post by megan on Aug 4, 2011 21:07:42 GMT -5
Sighing at Rebecca's words, Margaret can be heard to mutter, "Makes a person wish they had a time machine so they could skip ahead."
But now that they've strayed far from gossip and into a serious discussion, and Margaret has said what she can on the subject, the need to keep up with the work of running the cafe is now starting to outweigh her desire to participate in it. As far as she's concerned once it's been said that things are going to get terrible and there's not much anyone, least of all her, can do about it then there's not much more to be said.
"'Scuse me," she says simply to dismiss herself from the conversation properly before she heads back behind the counter to attend to things there.
(OOC: I'll keep an eye on this thread and bring Margaret back if she's needed, but consider her out of the scene for now.)
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Last Edit: Aug 4, 2011 23:12:59 GMT -5 by rebecca
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Post by rebecca on Aug 4, 2011 23:12:13 GMT -5
Rebecca just leans her head in her hands, breathing. She doesn't know what to say anymore other than. "I don't want to skip ahead, I'd not be able to make a difference and maybe help stop it, somehow." This comes out as a mutter and she gives Margaret a weak smile as she leaves, before turning her attention back to the table top. She was about to rise up and ask for another coffee if possible, and she did straighten, but before the words could leave her open mouth, the door is opening. Immediately her attention is drawn to it and the person catches her stare.
"Rebecca McNeal?"
The man, at least she thinks from its figure it's a man and it sounds like a man, the sun is shining and obscuring him slightly, is darkly dressed. She knows its a man, dark suit and tie as he steps further into the cafe. Instantly she knows he's not a usual in this neighborhood. She can't deny she's who she is. The man doesn't seem too keen on any lying. She nods.
"I'm Rebecca, can I help you?" Though she's more afraid at how he tracked her. How did he know she was there, she'd not even known she was going to be there until she'd walked in. She tries to be relaxed, though. Yet every sign and instinct tell her something's wrong.
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Post by question on Aug 5, 2011 0:13:05 GMT -5
"Why would I tell you that? so you can go back to your Office an google me with your databases?" He said, knowing that even if he gave her the name of Victor Sage that nothing would turn up. He would never give her his real name, all to paranoid about her abusing her resources to look up on some data base information she had no business knowing.
He nodded to Margret not sure if she saw him acknowledge her or not.
Vic went slightly tense, the men in black entered the cafe. He stared them down.
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Post by powermaniac184 on Aug 10, 2011 11:38:25 GMT -5
Lisa watched the man stop Rebecca, she could tell that another conversation was going to ensue, as she watched him she listened to the other man sitting at the table being defensive about his name. " Someone's angry. You don't have to be defensive to say no to someone." If she had no feelings she would have stormed out, but she did have feelings, feelings that told her to stay.
Lisa could hear other people talking, seeing the coffee that Mae gave to them or whatever type of food. Margaret worked hard, yet never really got paid much. People like that were more knowledgeable than the billionaire sleaz-bags in New York. Lisa admired that quality, she did have that quality of working hard for nothing much, but in a different way. Gotham's heat was humid compared to New York's. Though New York had weather that Lisa was used to and more comfortable in. She had already made plans to fly back to New York to visit her mom and her friend who was a doctor. But the embargo made travelling anywhere without having to answer fifty questions painstakingly difficult. Most of the time Lisa would explain her situation, show them her visa, motion to travel signed by the mayor etc and they still wouldn't let her leave. She had to cancel her ticket, no one was leaving Gotham.
Lisa knew it was time to change the topic once again, yet she had finished her breakfast and hoped someone would do the favor for her.
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Post by rebecca on Aug 11, 2011 23:06:36 GMT -5
The man began to walk toward her and Lisa's table, reaching into his jacket as he did so. At that Rebecca tensed, but that posture relaxed when the man pulled out a thick sleeve of paper.
"I was told to give these to you." He told her and then with a polite nod to Lisa he simply turned and left after Rebecca had taken the papers. She tucked it beside her until the man had left and then she pulled it back onto the table, pressing away her empty coffee cup and plate. She pulled out a paper.
Immediately her face went pale when she began reading. "What were we talking about again?" She asked, though her voice was distracted and her eyes were scanning the page. "He's a reporter, they get defensive about stuff...and most like to keep their business...well their business." She finally said when her brain caught up with what Lisa had said. but her eyes had not left the page and she in fact was grabbing another.
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Post by question on Aug 11, 2011 23:31:54 GMT -5
"No Offense an its really not you, I just don't like government officials. Period. " He said after he relaxed to see that it was only a paper delivery. Vic Finished his sandwich an pulled out his wallet,Placing two hundreds on the table for Marget. He pulled a purple pen from his pants pocket an started to Scribble on the clean napkin.
He just hoped she could read his chicken scratch of handwriting.
Thanks for the sandwich, keep the change, an a new tables on me.
- Vic
He placed the noted napkin over the tip in case some one else came in. He stood an nodded to the ladies in the booth as he left the building.
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Post by powermaniac184 on Aug 11, 2011 23:53:07 GMT -5
Lisa noticed that Rebecca wasn't the same something was written on that piece of paper that was important legal or not. She nodded to the man who was sitting at the booth. Strange for him to join them then one by one they leave. Lisa didn't want to leave because she had a feeling Rebecca was going to need her, "Rebecca are you ok? What was on that note?" typical Lisa going from a question to a more question like curiousity. If she was too help the young and talented reporter answers would be given.
Lisa waved to Margaret mouthing that she needed the check. The meal was delicious and her stomach was happy, except now it was homesick not even three weeks in and she was already missing New York and the garbage air. Lisa looked at the people then back at Rebecca.
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Post by rebecca on Aug 12, 2011 17:51:49 GMT -5
Rebecca looked up at Lisa mutely for a moment, before nodding vaguely. "Everything's...fine.".
She shook her head and her eyes came more into focus. "Yeah, everything's fine. It's okay." She offered Lisa a smile, though in the back of her mind the information was still there and she craved to read more.
"Really, I'm fine."
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Post by powermaniac184 on Aug 12, 2011 18:25:42 GMT -5
Lisa knew that what she was about to say was going to be rude but she needed to know. "Rebecca what was on that piece of paper" She said it knowing that whatever it was it had shocked her enough that she was trying to cover something up. "Rebecca please, I might be able to help you". Her hand was now leaving her purse and stopping at the table.
Lisa got the check and signed it giving Margaret $33 dollars to keep this place running, she also wrote a note "Buy yourself something nice". Lisa took out a paperclip and also out her card on the paper with numerical percentages and the money. If she needed Lisa she could call her office, send her an email, or fax her something important. You needed friends in a city like this.
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Post by rebecca on Aug 13, 2011 19:30:36 GMT -5
Rebecca shook her head, laughing lightly. ”That's the thing, Ms. Novak...I don't need any help, so what's on the paper, it doesn't matter. It just surprised me is all.” She hoped her act that time had succeeded. She'd gain enough of herself back to act normal. In fact, the document was information on P.R.O.T.E.C.T. and the other documents after that seemed promising. She could recognize the look of personnel files. Hopefully they were on the people over the operation.
She sighed and looked at Lisa, ”I don't want you to get involved, what I've been given, if you know what it is and what it entails, you could find yourself prosecuted under the stipulations of that P.R.O.T.E.C.T. bill.”. She shook her head. ”You don't need that and I'll not put you in that danger.”
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