{CONNOR} late night news and comfy chairs.

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▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ [th]paperwork, on a fine night like this? … damn it all. feliks drew hunter was looking forward to going back to his home, but he had been dumped with last minute paperwork that needed to be completed by… ohh, the dumper had a thing against the bow-tie loving detective, he knew it. the paperwork that had been dumped on him had to be completed by the next day, noon. it was fortunate for the brown haired englishman that he was amnesiac, though, so he could have this work done in a jiffy so he could go out for a random gander on the streets, taking in the nature’s beauty, but no, he had to be stuck inside his private office on a nightshift just so that he could get some papers done for the higher ups. he didn’t even understand why he was forced to do it. he was a private detective, an investigator working for the police, but he still had his rights to be free and not be forced to do some damn paperwork! calm, feliks, calm. another piece found a signature on it – scruffy and wiped slightly by the fountain pen, but readable nonetheless. the private detective turned his gaze to look at the pile of work to be completed, and he was moderately surprised to see it nearing the end. well then, now that he was more or less finished, he could allow himself to go out for a quick wander. that would be quite spiffing to do. ok, that did sound odd. the englishman made a mental note to never say that again. it did not sound right coming from his twenty-first century mouth. as he sat back in his seat with one leg casually crossed over the other, his brown eyes scanned the room quickly, taking in ever little detail as he did normally when exiting his room – even if just for a moment. suddenly, his optics caught sight of the door. it was ever so slightly askew but just enough for someone with keen eyesight and an eidetic memory like him to notice. had someone been peeking in on him while working? he ran through a list of names of the people who worked nightshifts, but he stopped. he normally worked in the office during the morning hours and any other time he was out and about, so he didn’t know many people who worked in the night hours. well, that put a damper on a fun little memory game he had decided to play with himself. but even so, feliks had glanced up about five minutes ago and the door was shut. he frowned a little to himself, standing up a little and walking over to the door, keen to exercise his mind on the mystery of why his door was open. his first conclusion was that somebody had opened the door to his office to check if it was open or to see if he was in there. however, second conclusion was a draft. as he neared the door he noticed that it was cooler on the gap, and when he went into his office earlier he was pretty sure it was the same temperature as the rest of the building, so could it be a draft? third conclusion, ghosts. but he wasn’t keen to take on that theory. no, not at all. but still, it was a theory nonetheless. but he was impatient and didn’t want to bother his mind anymore. he decided to go for his little walk. “but still, who would even want to look in on a detective doing paperwork,” he mused to himself as he walked along the corridor at a smooth pace, stretching his arms in the air and then bringing them back to his side, yawning at the same time as he stretched. “there is that stereotype of officers hating investigators, and it is true in some cases…” talking aloud to himself was normal, and it was a habit that appeared mostly when he was on the clock. that, and when he was excited. feliks wasn’t excited right now, though, so it was because he was at work. which was obvious, because he was actually at work. but still, you couldn’t rule out other possibilities when there were some, which why he tried not to jump to the conclusion. but his impatient side made him. but he always jumped back. er, what was he going to do again? feliks stopped in his walking, realising that he had wandered in front of a deputy chief of police’s office, and the light was on. curious, he pressed his ear near the door’s gap, trying to listen to the conversation inside if any, and sure enough he caught a few words of it. “… decided to assign you as a partner to private detective feliks drew hunter.” i’m sorry, but whaaaaat, he asked the deputy chief in his head, pulling back just as he heard footsteps and quickly spinning around to run quickly in the opposite direction and stop at the corner he had just walked around. seriously, what? feliks pressed himself against the wall, making sure he wasn’t seen as he listened in on continued conversation. “we’ve never actually had hunter work on cases with someone else, so this is a small experiment to see if he works better with someone else. now, if you could please go to his office—“ yep, time to leg it. the brown haired detective turned and ran down the corridor, glad that he was a fast runner, and he ran the fastest route to his office. once he reached the door he swung it open and shut it quickly, then vaulted over his desk to flop down in his comfy chair. he liked comfy chairs, you see. especially ones that spun around. so when he landed in his chair, feliks felt it move to face the window, and he grinned a little, childish joy on his face. but as he realised what he was about to face, though it wasn’t actually unpleasant, he realised that he was going to have a ‘partner in crime’. well, wasn’t that just lovely. time to activate his social skills, which he had absolutely no confidence in whatsoever. whatsoever. ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,350,true][bg=white]

[CONNOR HUGHES]

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Today was his last day off. Since moving into this town he'd been trying to find a job. With a few phone calls, someone had finally managed to get back at him and had given him exactly what he wanted. A free pass back into the force. It wasn't like he was kicked out or anything. Working as an under paid inspector was all nice and everything, but he wanted to get paid more, plus he had some hidden skills that definitely needed to be acknowledged. He had gotten accepted into the Bluewater Police Station, but had yet to be placed in the proper position, let's just say he was on 'the wait list' and waiting was finally over, and it surely did pay off.

He had been called into the chief's office only to hear good news and then some bad news. “Mr. Hughes, it's good to see you again. Sorry to have you wait so long, the weeks been hectic. But I actually found some time to look over your record and I must say, it is very impressive.” Damn right it was impressive! Okay, so Connor was a bit full of himself, but c'mon, how would you expect him to act when he was getting all these compliments thrown at him. "Alright so lets skip all the crap, I've decided to assign you as a partner to private detective feliks drew hunter." Then comes the bad news. Connor tried to keep a plain expression as each word mentally smacking him in the face. Yes, Connor expected to be a solo detective. He didn't need any help and obviously the chief didn't exactly trust him to work on his own with this one. “We’ve never actually had hunter work on cases with someone else, so this is a small experiment to see if he works better with someone else. now, if you could please go to his office and let him know of this news as well as get yourselves acquainted I'd gladly appreciate it.“ Connor nodded and without saying a single word he made his way towards the door. "Oh and Mr. Hughes.. Welcome to Bluewater Bay". What was that supposed to mean? Yes it sounded like a normal greeting but almost with a sinister sound about it. He wondered if the chief was warning him.

Shrugging it off, he was sure there wasn't really anything to worry about. Connor slipped his hands in the pockets of his jacket as he made his way towards the door, titled Feliks Drew Hunter, on the front. "Geez, I can't believe I gotta be partnered with somebody..." He muttered lightly to himself. Well, he was sure it couldn't get any worse. He just had to put a more positive attitude towards it. Knocking on the door and impatiently pushing it open, he peaked inside. "Hellooo, looking for Feliks.".

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[feliks drew hunter]

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[bg=666666][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=padding,2px,true] WHATSOEVER. what-so-bloody-ever, mate. when he heard the knock on his door, feliks half swore under his breath and half said, “come in,” which made the quiet mumble come out as, “fum in,” which could be heard as, “thumb in.” if his partner, or whoever had just walked in with an impatient shove of the door, wasn’t used to his english accent (with hints of russian, sometimes, he suddenly realised), they could have mistaken what the private detective said to be, “fuckin’.” or something along those lines, anyway… but now was not the time to be distracted. the englishman turned the rest of the way in his spinny comfy chair and studied the other person. first thing he noticed, it was connor hughes, except slightly older than what he could remember from the photograph of him on his file – which feliks had sneakily read. you see, he liked to know who was working with, so hacking into databases wasn’t actually hard, especially if you did have a few friends and quite a bit of access on the database. all he did was one fixed glance on the page, next profile. then he went to the waiting list, and he had seen connor’s profile. how long ago was that…? must’ve been a while, as the detective hadn’t looked at the database files for a while. “i’m feliks, mate. feliks hunter,” he stood from his chair, deciding to make a good first impression and leaning on his desk with one hand, stretching an arm out to shake hands with the other. there was a misted gaze in the male’s brown eyes, which might’ve been noticed by connor if he was studying feliks’s face, like how feliks had just taken in every single detail on his ‘new’ partner. though it didn’t bother feliks at all, he wondered if connor would make a comment on his rather angular, or rectangular, or whatever-ular face. he had heard quite a lot from various bullies but he had heard good comments on other parts of his body, so, there were things to make up for that flaw. “i know who you are, so no need to introduce yourself, connor. it’s nice to meet you,” feliks’s accent was somehow managing to ignore him. maybe it’s because he was english and it stuck out in american places quite a lot? and for some reasons, americans liked to bug him about his accent, and ask him to say things. some loved it, some hated it, and made fun of it, but it never really bothered him. suppose you could say that feliks adopted an american accent, too, because some people would say, “whoa! i didn’t know you could do an english accent!” or something when he reverted back to his normal way of speaking, which caused him to say that he was actually english and not American.

[CONNOR HUGHES]

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“i’m feliks, mate. feliks hunter,”
Connor examined the other. So this was the guy he was to be working with? He had a very defined looking face and he couldn't help but note that odd look in his eyes. He didn't quite know what to make of this strange person. He wondered if the Chief was trying to warn him not of the work he was soon to be getting into but of the person he was soon to be working with. Maybe this person was a sinister detective. How was this possible? He had no idea.. He just prepared himself for the worst. But he really didn't think it could be that bad. The last time he checked, he had pretty fair luck. So having bad luck at having not getting a solo position didn't mean he got more bad luck with a evil partner. That just didn't happen to him; okay, so maybe he thinking too much about the luck thing. He knew he could never push away the inevitable.

“i know who you are, so no need to introduce yourself, connor. it’s nice to meet you,”
Coming out from his daze, he looked down at Feliks hand and blinking several times before shaking his head to fully bring himself back to reality. "Oh uhm, yeah... it's nice to meet you too" Connor grabbed Feliks hand with a firm grip, shaking it once before letting go. He found himself short at words afterward. Well, he didn't quite know what to say since the other stole away his greeting and knew everything there was basic to know about Connor ahead of time. "Ehm... so yeah, we'll be working together" He said, rubbing the back of his head, unsure at what exactly to say. Connor looks back to Feliks and stands up straight. "I'm no newbie, alright. So don't even think about treating me like one!" He said, reassuring him. Connor didn't want to be seen as a lower-skilled detective or anything and just in case he planned on seeing him like that, he let him know that there was no need.

Connor sat down on the desk and start messing with the stuff atop of it. Looking at and through the things Feliks had on his desk. "So, what do we do now partner? Go out and celebrate? I don't have anything to do, so why not?" He asked with a light grin on his face, picking up something roundish that was on Feliks desk, tossing it in the air to catch it again in his hand.

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