Blood Friar - Meeting

[Posted by Ted H]

Been pouring my free time into my Showdown card creation obsession, apologies. Have ideas cooking in my brain for writing though...

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[Blood Friar - Meeting]

To his credit, the cop was prompt and already in a booth when John arrived. He was dressed in a dark blue suit and had a crew cut, giving him every bit the professional image John had imagined. “Detective Baird,” John said as he walked over and extended his hand. Baird had been contemplating the menu when John arrived and dropped it as he rose to shake hands. “That’s right,” he said as he eyed John, “You’re not Blake though.”
“Observant,” John said as they took their seats across from each other. “Kind of my job,” Baird stated, “I was given a certain expectation of Blake, which you don’t fit. I assume you’re the other one he works with.”

“John Praque.”

“Yes, and while I am aware that you work with him, Blake is the one who has the expertise I need.” Baird seemed like he was getting ready to walk out, waiting only for John to confirm that Blake was in fact not going to arrive. John could already hear Matthew complaining in his head about the situation. He thought about lying to stall the detective, but he knew of all people to not bull shit a cop. John cleared his throat to give the news, but a waitress arrived before he could talk.

Blood Friar - Where is he?

[Posted by Ted H]

Life has a way of getting in the way or regular writing. I attempted NaNoWriMo 2023 but after a few days I realized that other things like work and such were gonna be in the way too much to come close to 50K words. But I was still able to pound out the opening to a story, so I figured why not?

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[Blood Friar - Where is he?]

“Where is he?”

John gave a slow blink, more as a stall tactic to wake up rather than needing time to think. It had been a late night on a tail job before he finally felt the embrace of his bed. He wasn’t certain for how long he managed to get some sleep before the pounding of the apartment front door disturbed him. He didn’t quite know the time but the color of the sunlight outside suggested it was still much too early in the morning. None of that mattered for Matthew, currently standing on the other side of the slightly ajar front door.

 “Where is Blake?” Matthew reiterated his previous question.

“I don’t know,” John finally responded “Sometimes I never know. This is one of those times. Shit, just call him up or text him.” Matthew made a huff. “Think I hadn’t tried that already?” he asked. “Ah,” John responded, “And here I was thinking it was only me he ignored.” Matthew rolled his eyes and mumbled to himself. John considered his options, and upon figuring that he’d never be able to get back to sleep at this point, shrugged and opened the front door more. “Care to come in?” he asked with only a hint of sincerity and mostly sarcasm. He figured that if Matthew was calling out in person, then it was either about a job or how Blake had stirred up a hornet's nest. Either way, John wanted the details.