I have the biggest soft spot ever for Kristen Bell and her determined lady detective. ♥
Veronica stands in the middle of the park and looks around. She's not despairing or anything (Veronica doesn't despair, she grits her teeth and keeps going), but the prospect of rooting through all the piles of leaves in the park for the proof she needs is, uh, daunting. It's kind of a big park.
She starts out with the pile closest do her, kicking the leaves around and almost wishing she'd brought Backup--at least he would have enjoyed himself. But then someone calls out behind her.
"What, no, what are you doing?"
She turns around to see a pixie-looking guy, messy hair and leather jacket, who's only a little taller than her. He's waving his arms around and yelling and she stiffens, because that doesn't usually mean good things.
But when he gets to her, he says, very seriously, "I was drawing the leaves, see, and the way you were standing, like, your shadow, right here, and then you started moving the leaves--"
She interrupts him, because it seems like he could keep going for a while. Trying not to laugh, she says, "I'm looking for something, some papers in a folder. They're supposed to have been left here, in one of the piles?" Not for her, but he doesn't need to know that.
His eyes widen. "That sounds like a movie or something. Are you, why are you looking for them?"
"It's for a case, I work as a PI. I'm trying to catch a blackmailer."
And wonder of all wonders, the snide comment or the disbelieving stare that she's expecting, the reaction she always gets--none of it happens. Instead, he smiles, bright enough to make her smile back tentatively, and asks (kind of breathlessly) if he can help, and if they can make a pile of leaves again for him to draw when they're done.
"I'll even stand still for you, if you want," she says. "Since my shadow was working for you, or whatever."
"Thanks, and yeah, fuck, that would be awesome!" he says, and then starts rooting through the leaves. She stifles a giggle (it takes him about thirty seconds to get leaves in his hair) and starts working, listening to his excited muttering. After a while she realizes why he looks familiar (Mac had talked her ear off about the Black Parade until she could practically recite the origin story for the album herself) and wonders at the frontman of a rock band who wanders around in parks drawing leaves, but she thinks she likes him better for it.
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Date: 2009-10-07 09:18 pm (UTC)Veronica stands in the middle of the park and looks around. She's not despairing or anything (Veronica doesn't despair, she grits her teeth and keeps going), but the prospect of rooting through all the piles of leaves in the park for the proof she needs is, uh, daunting. It's kind of a big park.
She starts out with the pile closest do her, kicking the leaves around and almost wishing she'd brought Backup--at least he would have enjoyed himself. But then someone calls out behind her.
"What, no, what are you doing?"
She turns around to see a pixie-looking guy, messy hair and leather jacket, who's only a little taller than her. He's waving his arms around and yelling and she stiffens, because that doesn't usually mean good things.
But when he gets to her, he says, very seriously, "I was drawing the leaves, see, and the way you were standing, like, your shadow, right here, and then you started moving the leaves--"
She interrupts him, because it seems like he could keep going for a while. Trying not to laugh, she says, "I'm looking for something, some papers in a folder. They're supposed to have been left here, in one of the piles?" Not for her, but he doesn't need to know that.
His eyes widen. "That sounds like a movie or something. Are you, why are you looking for them?"
"It's for a case, I work as a PI. I'm trying to catch a blackmailer."
And wonder of all wonders, the snide comment or the disbelieving stare that she's expecting, the reaction she always gets--none of it happens. Instead, he smiles, bright enough to make her smile back tentatively, and asks (kind of breathlessly) if he can help, and if they can make a pile of leaves again for him to draw when they're done.
"I'll even stand still for you, if you want," she says. "Since my shadow was working for you, or whatever."
"Thanks, and yeah, fuck, that would be awesome!" he says, and then starts rooting through the leaves. She stifles a giggle (it takes him about thirty seconds to get leaves in his hair) and starts working, listening to his excited muttering. After a while she realizes why he looks familiar (Mac had talked her ear off about the Black Parade until she could practically recite the origin story for the album herself) and wonders at the frontman of a rock band who wanders around in parks drawing leaves, but she thinks she likes him better for it.