Unexpected Company (Nate and Sybille)
Feb 25, 2013 17:56:47 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2013 17:56:47 GMT -5
Anthony Rogers stepped into his house, removing his hat as he closed the door behind him, again it has been a rainy day in London and he has only been back for three days after playing Diplomat to France for the Prime Minister. Once his door was shut, he put his hat and frock coat up on one peg by the fire place in the sitting room. Getting a fire started he slipped off his waist coat and set it on another peg.
Staring at the fire for a moment he looked at the clock, 6:30, he has been home later than that before. He had no reasons to worry about being home late, he's not married. Hearing his stomach growl, the man walked into the kitchen. He got a couple pans out along with what he was planning to cook.
Setting the slices of beef into the pan he watched it, hearing the sizzling from the frying meat. He was not really thinking about the meal he was about to enjoy, but he was thinking about moments in his past, trying to figure out just what he was. No he was not aware that he was a Time Lord just ye tall he knew was that he would not get sick, and that both times he was fatally shot that his body mended itself, he still had the scars but he was not dead.
Turning the meat over he put some potatoes, onions and carrots into the other pan, he blankly watched the vegetables sizzle for a moment before stirring them up before paying attention to the meat slices in the other pan. Feeling some heat, he loosened his bow and rolled up his sleeved to just above the elbows and continued to cook. Pulling the meat and veggies off the heat for a moment he got down a plate and everything else that he will need for his dinner.
He remained unaware he was going to be having an unexpected guest or two as he continued to finish cooking the food. He was not expecting anyone to come to talk to him at all, yeah he was investigating an important case, but he was not expecting anyone to come over to talk about it or anything. Hardly anyone payed attention to him.
Later he had finished eating his dinner and was washing the dishes, thinking quietly to himself. Surely someone will notice something that is off, like his records going all the way back to eighty years before the Revolutionary war then him vanishing in the early 1900's just to reappear in the 1990's. He shook his head, it would be impossible for someone to notice he is the same person. Then Anthony realized that it could take a person or two to spot something about his records.. The Time Lord rushed over to his computer, after some typing he hacked into the computer records at the Police Station. Pulling up his file he copied it to his computer, and saved it to a flash drive. After saving it all to the flashdrive, Anthony put it deep into his pocket and deleted the file from his computer and from the police records.
Looking to the door, he erased all the search history on his computer and shut it off, quickly getting up from his seat in a hasty move, accidentally knocking the chair over, "Bugger!" He leaned down and picked the chair up and moved back into the kitchen, pressing his fingers to his eyes as he calmed himself down, "Now no one will find out.." Anthony whispered to himself. Hearing a couple knocks at the door he looked in the direction with a little bit of a wide eye. Taking a deep breath he was about to head to the door when he remembered his clothing that dated all the way back to just before the Revolutionary War.
Gasping quietly he made his way up the stairs, running into his room he grabbed the clothing, putting them into a suitcase he stuffed it into a secret compartment in his closet. When he straightened himself he heard some harder knocks, definitely from a bloke.. he quickly rushed down the stairs and opened the door, seeing there was a woman and a man standing there. Of course because he was practically gasping for air that he looked suspicious, although he did not recognize them, "Can I help you?" Anthony finally asked.
Staring at the fire for a moment he looked at the clock, 6:30, he has been home later than that before. He had no reasons to worry about being home late, he's not married. Hearing his stomach growl, the man walked into the kitchen. He got a couple pans out along with what he was planning to cook.
Setting the slices of beef into the pan he watched it, hearing the sizzling from the frying meat. He was not really thinking about the meal he was about to enjoy, but he was thinking about moments in his past, trying to figure out just what he was. No he was not aware that he was a Time Lord just ye tall he knew was that he would not get sick, and that both times he was fatally shot that his body mended itself, he still had the scars but he was not dead.
Turning the meat over he put some potatoes, onions and carrots into the other pan, he blankly watched the vegetables sizzle for a moment before stirring them up before paying attention to the meat slices in the other pan. Feeling some heat, he loosened his bow and rolled up his sleeved to just above the elbows and continued to cook. Pulling the meat and veggies off the heat for a moment he got down a plate and everything else that he will need for his dinner.
He remained unaware he was going to be having an unexpected guest or two as he continued to finish cooking the food. He was not expecting anyone to come to talk to him at all, yeah he was investigating an important case, but he was not expecting anyone to come over to talk about it or anything. Hardly anyone payed attention to him.
Later he had finished eating his dinner and was washing the dishes, thinking quietly to himself. Surely someone will notice something that is off, like his records going all the way back to eighty years before the Revolutionary war then him vanishing in the early 1900's just to reappear in the 1990's. He shook his head, it would be impossible for someone to notice he is the same person. Then Anthony realized that it could take a person or two to spot something about his records.. The Time Lord rushed over to his computer, after some typing he hacked into the computer records at the Police Station. Pulling up his file he copied it to his computer, and saved it to a flash drive. After saving it all to the flashdrive, Anthony put it deep into his pocket and deleted the file from his computer and from the police records.
Looking to the door, he erased all the search history on his computer and shut it off, quickly getting up from his seat in a hasty move, accidentally knocking the chair over, "Bugger!" He leaned down and picked the chair up and moved back into the kitchen, pressing his fingers to his eyes as he calmed himself down, "Now no one will find out.." Anthony whispered to himself. Hearing a couple knocks at the door he looked in the direction with a little bit of a wide eye. Taking a deep breath he was about to head to the door when he remembered his clothing that dated all the way back to just before the Revolutionary War.
Gasping quietly he made his way up the stairs, running into his room he grabbed the clothing, putting them into a suitcase he stuffed it into a secret compartment in his closet. When he straightened himself he heard some harder knocks, definitely from a bloke.. he quickly rushed down the stairs and opened the door, seeing there was a woman and a man standing there. Of course because he was practically gasping for air that he looked suspicious, although he did not recognize them, "Can I help you?" Anthony finally asked.